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Name-Baron Zadan

Species- Wolf

Weapons-

FAMAS G2 LE
M4 Super 90
L9 Camo wolf
P226
Tracker knife

Appearance- Just as a black wolf

Alliance-U.N.A

Age-24

Bio- Baron had been serving in the U.N.A for over five years. He fought though the great war, fighting in all ranges of combat though, in one mission, he was almost killed by a stray RPG rocket, not being able to get away fast due to his heavy armor. After the war ended, Baron went into seclusion, training himself, ready for when the time came when he would have to fight again.

Brutus sighed as the shadowy figure was just an ashy remnant of what used to be a soldier, frozen forever in a fearful stare. Brutus reached out and touched it with his metallic hands, and the figure disappeared into nothingness. The coyote sighed deeply and draped the sling of his rifle back over his shoulder. The eyes of his helmet glowed red as he scanned for something, anything on the horizon.

The soldier shook his head and turned back towards his bunker, the last rally point he and his squad had. None of them had returned, alone stood the last of the Wolf Hunters. The coyote leaned back, his armor sparking as it slid down the stone walls. He cradled his armored helm in his hands and shook his head. Brutus coughed and growled, standing back up and shouldering his rifle again, readying for a new hunt.

Baron had finished his maintenance on his shot gun, he looked over to the radio, it was silent since the first day he went into seclusion.

He put the gun down and stretched out, his tail moved from side to side, always anxious to get moving.

No...it doesn't seam as if-- he stopped in mid though as he heard a voice over the radio. It was hard to make out due to all the static.

He went over to the mic, finally receiving radio contact from someone.

"U.N.A. do you copy. Is anyone out there?" He said though, the static was like a snowstorm.

(Hows this for a char sheet?)

MILES WOLFE

AGE: 24

EYE COLOR: Green (Emerald)

HAIR/FUR COLOR: Blue

ANIMAL RACE: Red Fox

ACCENT: American

ALLEGIANCE: The Wolf Pack

SPECIAL ABILITIES: High intellect, Fast reflexes, incredible speed, Possible Telepath

WEAPONS:
Thompson (An old relic that miles trusts his life with)
A black customized M1911 with a white grip and extended slide
FAMAS
A Large obsidian bladed knife

SPECIAL ITEMS AND GADGETS:
Miles has a video wrist communicator. Although it uses a live black and white video feed, wrist communicators are very new technology and Miles’ being the first ever made is more advanced than those that use the colored holographic feeds. It is permanently sealed on his left wrist due to biometric locks. It features a scanner that allows him to detect threats in harmful environments, a ship recall button that allows him to call his ship and a grappling hook strong enough to carry at least 2 adults and a small child.

Miles wears a trench coat made of a special light weight material that is fire proof and hard to penetrate with blades. It also serves as a storage device which he keeps his weapons and items.

BIO: Miles was the leader of the original wolf pack (known as the Wolfe pack) a small group of mecenaries that worked together with the common interest of making money by assisting other mercs in their contracts. Unfortunantly the group was disbanded at the beginning of the war. Miles used what funds he had left to establish the new wolf pack.


DESCRIPTION: Miles wears a black suit (made so that his tail can fit through a hole in the back of his pants), a black Trench Coat, black loafers and a black wide brim fedora. He has strange white symbols written all over his body and has two silver rings wrapped around his tail. (a pic is my sig)


Miles waled alone in the desolate wasteland, the once beautiful skys were now tainted with pollution and death, the stars in the night sky could no longer be seen. Miles remembered the old saying Major Wolfe once told him, "War...War never changes...while we succeeded in destroying the world, we only opened a new chapter in our history" the major had loved that game, he spoke of it often, but it was that sayying that would never leave Miles' mind. Miles gripped his FAMAS tightly in his hads as he scanned the surrounding area, he was in some old trenches, it was too dark to see, "******** invent a portable communicator...and the one thing I forget to add to it is a flashlight..." Miles flipped on the communicator, if any of the members of his group were still alive to hear it, only they would, "This is RED FOX 0-109 (callsign), are their any in friendlies in the area? over."

neutral that's uh...pretty descriptive...

"Repeat, U.N.A. Last transmit-ion was--" Baron said as the mic sparked.

At least knowing that someone was out there, Baron geared up and got his stuff together and ready to move out.

Brutus quickly found the source of the UNA solider and began his trek towards it. His power armor beeped and blipped as he made his way towards it.

"Copy that. Please hold." Karchev said. "You are currently in quadrant 82, would you like support?" he queried.