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Name: Thane Soloman
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Title: The Wandering Scientist ( due to the fact that he's been wandering around trying to find Lance )
Weapons: Normally uses either a handgun or a shotgun. ( >.> i'm no good with these crazy gun names )
Description: Short black hair with two bangs the are stuck up don't worry i'll get a picture later ) and emerald green eyes. Normally wears a blue or white shirt and a red tie, with black trousers.
Information: Thane used to be a quiet, rather shy young man following his 'Sempai' Lance Volos around, however when the 4th sleeper ship crashedlanded on this rock he was seperated from Lance. Ever since he was split from his sempai, he's decided to act a bit more mature about everything and has gotten to be a bit more confident. Thane is not sure what had happened to Lance, but he's positive he's still in cryostatis....somewhere. It's been 5 years since Thane woke up and in that time period he has managed to get used to the strange new surroundings. Unfortuantly though he was attack by a few of the local inhabitant creatures that have given him a couple of scars by the left side of his mouth. ( This might change 'cause ....yeah i fail )
Anything else: Thane has developed an obsessive liking to marshmellows.
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Name: Neo
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Title: People, that don't know him, think of him as harmless.
Weapons: Hand to hand
Description:

Neo enjoys helping people and is generally a happy, optimistic person. He tends to be reliant on people, but does what he can not to be, because of the fact he is completely blind. He's also fairly clumsy, and it's not only because of his blindness, this cause's him to do his best in everything he does no matter how small a thing it is.
Information: Neo was born blind but he can 'see' the things around him when he's been somewhere long enough, he doesn't see the things around him but using his other senses he can create a vague image in his mind but when things change then the image disappears; this is because at a young age he had genetic tests performed on him to try and find out if there was any way to give a person the ability to see, but it didn't work out the way they wanted. He has never known his true parents but he was adopted by a member of the security staff. He was on the same carrier ship with his foster father, James, and dog, Kellan.

Despite his age and disability, Neo is excellent in hand to hand combat. He reads his opponents moves through sound, it took him a few years to become acomplished in this.
Anything else: Neo loves animals and can get along with them very well. Since he can't see he enjoys listening to people describe things, no matter what it is. He loves the colour red because of how it was described to him.

Name:
John Doe

Age:
45

Gender:
Male

Title:
Sergeant/"Old Timer" (looking for translation for "Experienced One")

Weapons:
1 USP. 45 w/laser sight, RedDot scope, flashlight, tatical knife, extended magazines and screw-on silencer.
1 FAMAS assault rifle w/ACOG sight, laser sight, HeartBeat Sensor, extended magazines and screw-on silencer.
1 Intervention M-200 w/Thermal scope, bipod and Full Metal Jacket bullets,
3 M-6 Anti-personal frag grenades,
3 Anti-vehicle Mines,
5 lightweight throwing knives,
2 C-7 charges.

Description:
John stands around 5 foot 10 inches and wieghts in at 230 pounds in full comabt gear with his weapons. One dark gray eye and one brillant white eye, graying short swept back hair and a toned body.


Information:
Earth-born, John enlisted into the Army straight from school. He trained and "passed out" into full service. He was assigned to many different fronts and companies, such as the Special Forces Unit 13, Chinese Foreign Legion, Task Force "First Decent" and many others due to his unquie ability to adapt to most situations on the battlefield.

Anything else:
Cool, calm, collected and level headed. You know when you've pissed him off.

Zed Sat in the darkened cockpit of his buried ship, watching several monitors that were displaying the view from several turret mounted cameras. of all of them, only one of the large turrets was above the sand.
He watched as bird-like creatures flew overhead only to get incinerated by the turret.

One of the onboard radios fizzled into life. Zed tuned it to the sound of a public safety announcement.

##...cast ... expect ...and sandstorms ... the main colony and the rest of the region... accompanied by... temp... minus ... teen...##

"Goddamn shoddy reception"

He leant back in his seat and took a swig of what he presumed was something with alcohol in it.

John started to walk to the city limits. He volunteered to help with the city defenses in times of attack. He set up his M-200 sinper rifle at the walls and set to work, scanning for targets

John found the raiding party in his scopes and squeezed off a few rounds, warning shots.

As the party seemed to speed up, John shook his head "Bloody bandits." He muttered.

As he aimed, a miltia laid down next to him. "What the bloody hell are you doing rookie? Get back to the inner defenses." The miltia looked at him. "Begging your pardon, sir, but I am a hunter. Not a brilliant shot, but at least I can help." John cursed softly. "Alright. You get shot, it's your own fault." The miltia nodded and took aim, firing a shot. The shot clipped a bandit driver, causing him to career out of control and flip. The miltia grinned. "Niiiice" John shook his head again. "You kill one, there will be two more taking his place." John took aim and squeezed off one of his more expensive rounds. This bullet hit the bandits on the truck and then, due to it's micropropulsion engine and computer targeting core, wormed it's way through the bandit driver, killing him instantly.

As the bandits drew closer, John shouldered his rifle and drew his FAMAS to bear, losing off rounds of 3 bullet bursts into random bandit shooters. John grinned and stopped firing. The milita took cover. "What are you doing?! They're getting closer!" John reached into his pocket and pulled out a detnator and clicked the red button.

Almost in slow motion, 5 explosions ripped through several of the bandit vehicles, sending the rest of them scattering back the way they came. John laughed. "Well, we'll see them soon. And they'll be back bigger and stronger. But they can never outrun or outnumber well-placed booby-traps. Come on, lets see what we can salavage." With that, John started to pick his way through the debris, looking for any cash, food, water, anything to help him get through life.

A few hours later, when the locals had picked clean the wreckage of each vehicle for anything of value, John headed back to the city, looking for the nearest pub.