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Age: 25

Height: 6'0"

Weight: 170 lbs.

Build: Very fit, yet light build.

Hair: Black, with blueish sheen. Very strait, with long pieces that sometimes get in his face. Close cropped around his neck, but longer up top (just short of nose length in the bang area).

Eyes: A very vibrant blue, rimmed in black.

Skin: Very pale.

Clothing: He is almost always dressed in black (to better blend into the night). His shirt is a form fitting black t-shirt, with a dark grey army vest over top.
His pants are a baggy black, white and grey army pattern, and are rolled up at the bottoms to the top of his tall black boots.
He wears a large belt with many pouches on it.
He wears a dark grey headband around his forhead, but his long hair still goes in his face.

Other: He has a very mysterious and haunted look to him, yet he is extremely beautiful. ((yes... I said beautiful... and I do remember he is a guy XD)).
Stands very upright and strait as if constantly at attention, though he moves gracefully.

Pheurn's mother and father were often away. They were always very busy with business matters, though Pheurn was too young to understand what exactly they did. He spent more time with his nanny than he did with his own parents. He was only six when, upon returning from one of thier various business trips, his parents died in a plane crash. Devestated, he was sent away from his nanny and home, to live with his goodnatured yet alcoholic uncle in a small town on the border of nowhere. Angered at what fate had dealt him, Pheurn refused to follow in his uncles footsteps and spend his life as a drunken farm hand. With no money for school, he worked hard on the farm every day, tonning his body, and on his 17th birthday he left to join the army.

Pheurn was talented, driven, and in peak physical condition, and after 9 weeks of basic training, he became a Private first class. Almost immediately after obtaining this rank, he left to Georgia and attended Pre-Ranger school; a 13 day extensive training program designed to prepare students for one of the most elite military groups; the Rangers. Here he met his first major challenge. Though Pheurn was physically at the top of his class, Ranger's also expected thier soldiers to have the most strict control over emotions and mental stresses. Though Pheurn had proven to have more than adequate control to become a private, Rangers demanded something more.

He stumbled here, but his drive was such that eventually he was able to contain his anger, supress his emotions, and rid himself of his dissapointments with life. He entered Ranger school ready for anything, and over the three 21 day phases, he was crafted into a finely forged weapon that felt no pity, shame, or emotion when it came to warfare and killing. The training was more intense than anything he had ever experienced before in his life, and his superiors seemed to not only require, but to expect an inhuman amount of control, power, and determination.

He was assigned to the alpha team, and there met his ranger buddy and soon to be best friend; Tomas Evans. As ranger buddies have to complete everything as a team, together they mastered all the physical training, airborne operations, map reading, night and day land navigation, many mile runs, combatives, knots, combat water survival, road marches, Diver training, fast rope training, and combat lifesaver training. They were almost inseperable, and after finishing ranger school, they both attended a 3 week course at the STTU Sniper School, where they learned to even further hone thier mental control and marksmanship, before moving on to the 75th Ranger Regiment.

As an amazing team, Pheurn and Tom were able to secure a possission as the 3rd Battalion's second sniper team (as each battalion only has two teams). Working under thier superiors, the team excelled, and for a couple of years they were content with thier circumstances. Eventually however, as all things change, Pheurn was promoted to Second Luitenant and separated from his best, and truthfully, as he was a very reserved person, only friend. Not even a full month had passed before he was notified that Tomas Evans had been K.I.A.