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Name: Charlotte Love

Age: 23

Appearance:

Height: 5'0"ft

Weight: 120

Markings: Scar across her left cheek to chin.

Likes Being sarcastic, Making fun of a dire situation, exercising, helping out her fellow comrades in GEAR, and smoking tobacco via cigar or cigarette.

Dislikes: Loosing a comrade in battle, Being reminded of her past, feeling weak, cocky men, and locus.

Ideal Department: Either Light Infantry or Recon Division

Rank Private

Weapon 1: Mk 2 Lancer Assault Rifle

Weapon 2: Snub Pistol

Weapon 3: GZ18 Markza Sniper Rifle

Personality: Charlotte was an extremely strong-willed and able Gear. Despite the experiences she had gone through at the Birthing Creche at Jilane, she was untraumatized. One of her most defining traits was her extreme loyalty to her fellow Gears, refusing to ever abandon them.

Biography/History: Charlotte was born in the city of Jilane in the country of Tyrus. After Emergence Day, Charlotte, like many other women, was sent to the breeding farms in Jilane to produce more children for the Coalition of Ordered Governments to maintain the war effort. Her earliest memories were of people talking about making babies, and how the women who had the most children were treated like princesses. At the age of twelve, she was raped several times by the facility's Warden. After this, she began working out in order to try and be able to fight off future attempts. At the age of fourteen, the staff of the facility tried to artificially inseminate her so she would produce offspring. Charlotte attempted to resist, but two men overpowered her and strapped her down to a table for the operation. The attempts failed, and they attempted to impregnate her with more traditional methods, allowing the most decorated Gears to have their way with her. At the age of eighteen, she was declared barren and sent to boot camp to become a frontline Gear in the COG army. Charlotte attempted to tell people about what was going on in Jilane, but people either did not listen to her or did not care. When she learned that Jilane had been overun by the Locust, she cried, and was unsure if it was from grief over the women who had died or happiness that the farm was gone.

Name: Liam Depue (de-pew-we)

Age: 39

Appearance:

Height: 5'4"ft

Weight: 127

Markings: For every mission successfully completed, for every new rank given to her by her superiors, she gets a tattoo. She also has many scares on her back and front torso.

Likes: Helping out whoever she can in the force. Keeping her promises, exploding things when given the chance, the thought of this war coming to an end.

Dislikes: The scars on her abdomen always reminding her how weak she once was, Still holds little distaste for members of C.O.G, and loosing a comrade in battle.

Ideal Department: former member of G.B.L. Ideal department would be Grenadier division.

Rank: Sergent

Weapon 1: Mk 2 Lancer Assault Rifle

Weapon 2: Snub Pistol

Weapon 3: Bomb

Personality: Cold, persistent, ruthless, Tactical, and easily tempered.

Biography/History: After Jiliane fell, Liam and a few other's joined the already expanding group called "Grievous Bodily Love" aka G.B.L. This small group was lead by an elderly woman; Matron. They were put to the task of protecting the stock, like essential living supplies, aka; Water, Food, clothing, even shelter for every other shelter the Locus destroyed. This war between these two factions lasted for four months. However, during this time, a bad feud between this group and C.O.G were made. They would fight when given the chance, other times, certain situation would call for the two groups to fight along side one another. This, of course, lasted for quite some time. Later in Liam's years, the Matron had long since passed, leaving the leadership to Liam. At this time, only so few of her group lasted through the harsh land of Jiliane. When Liam was in her late 20's, she, along with her few comrades, embarked on a mission to rat out the remaining locus, and bring and end to the war. As things looked to be going as planned...it also, was not what it appeared to be....they were ambushed by Locus. Swarms of them came from out of the tunnels, high on hills, and even from beneath the earth. Left and right, her comrades fell; like moths to a flame....With one member left, Liam did her all to keep her teammate alive, even when it almost cost her own life. One of the minor Locus, with such speed, caught Liam off guard, and slew the last of her teammates. Even after her attempts to try and save the other member, in the process, had almost have her own guts spill out of her, with the three gash wounds on her abdomen. Liam did her best to stay vigilant, while the great antagonizing pain persisted to try and take hold of her. She fell back against some rubble, holding her stomach, as she kept firing at the swarm as they continued to get closer. She thought this to be the end, with death looming over her, Liam raised her pistol, pointed it to the side of her head, and just before she could pull the trigger, faint sounds of gun fire, and men shouting....then a mobile approaching. Soon enough, she lowered her gun to see a C.O.G member rushing to aid her. Last thing she can recall is darkness.......Waking up upon a bed, bandages almost covering her entire body, a medic approached her, informing the details of what went on after she blacked out....She then was offered a place here in the C.O.G group. Almost wanting to just spite in the medics face, she was really left with no other option......With spite, she joined the force, and for her remaining years had been with them ever since,....

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