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Name: Amelia
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Equipment: Her main weapon is a long Plasma Whip that can extend up to roughly 8 - 10 feet. She also has two throwing knives that are rarely used and one Hand Grenade.
Character Type: Destroyer
Abilities: Lightning Storm - Calls forth a powerful Lightning Storm trapping all enemies in a 15 foot radius from the intended target.
Fire Shield - Creates a Shield of Fire to protect her from attacks. Anything that attacks in close combat receives major burns. Anything that attacks from range gets a Fire Bolt spell countcast.
Fire Bolt - Sends a Fire Bolt at the enemy. Homes in on enemy.
Origin Story or Personality Profile: She was Physically abused by her mother when she was much younger and as a result, became amnesiac. She went into a deep coma from which she did not wake up for ten years. She finally woke up at the age of twenty though her body had not aged due to Cryogenic freezing. The only thing she remembered was her first name, Amelia, and had received the ability to cast weak to intermediate spells. She was taken in by foster parents and lived a relatively happy life until their mysterious deaths, 2 months ago. She set out to catch the person who had done it, by herself.

The Origin story is rather short. If you need it to be longer just ask.

[Advent VII]

Name: Trent Versity
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Equipment: 1 customized LRAM66 (Long Range Anti Machine) Rifle, with a NTD (Night, Thermal, Day) Adjustable high power scope attachment. He carries 200 long distance armor piercing EMP rounds, which emit a very small electro magnetic explosion after penetrating the target, which will effectively take render most classes in the Machine Armada useless, so long as the round is placed close enough to the central hard drive of the target. He also carries a stand issue DezertWolf12 handgun and combat knife, along with extra 50 rounds of standard SOP (Shatter on Penetration) rounds for dealing with anything not mechanical, or for use in desperate situations.
Character Type: Gunmen

Origin Story: Trent, a somewhat pudgy boy with short dark brown hair, and curious yellowish hazel eyes, grew up on a small farm outside of a medium sized city that he very rarely ever left, and never attended a public school. The farm, the family’s only source of income had to be maintained over everything, even an education. At least, that’s what his father had told every time he questioned why he could not go and gain an education like the rest of the kids. Eventfully, by the age of 10, Trent had accepted the fact that he would probably not learn how to read or write, and that his only purpose was working on his farm and supporting his family. The idea of him on not getting a good education and a chance for a better life never sat well with Trent’s mother, however, so she took it upon herself to pick up an extra job so that they could hire a personal tutor. His father really didn’t care, so long as it did not interfere with Trents work. And that is how Trent Versity met Mr. Wilford and began his education.



Trent was a very bright boy, and picked up on all of the rudimentary skills of learning very quickly. Before long he could easily read heavy novels and write neatly in both cursive and print with little to no spelling mistakes. He also excelled in maths, particularly arithmetic, and calculating angles and distance. He was a very understanding and caring man, always making sure that his father was not pushing Trent too hard and show him what life could be like outside the farm, taking him to the mall, various restraints where he got to sample different kinds of food, for he had never ate anything apart from what his mother had put on the table. Mr. Wilford had even taken him to an amusement park for his 14^th birthday
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By the time Trent had reached 16 he had seemingly matured very quickly, already looking older then he actually was. He was now 6’1 and very sturdily built from all his work on the farm, but not overly bulky with muscle. His dark hair had grown out to her shoulders, and he wore it messily around his now strongly featured face. His eyes however, had not lost their brilliant topaz coloring. John Wilford (he had recently told Trent that he could drop the formalities and just call him John) and he had obviously forged a very strong bond. Trent seen him as the father he wished he had been lucky enough to receive, and John like Trent was the boy he never had. John’s wife had been taken only a few years into their marriage, but not before she had given birth to a beautiful baby girl. Ellen Wilford, John often talked about her, informing Trent if she had recently become ill or how she reacted to the surprise gift he had given her. He had even showed Trent various pictures of her she was currish, yet petite at the same time, with light brown hair that went past her shoulders and the deep emerald green eyes, and Trent had concluded that, despite not exactly seeing alot of women, she must have be the most beautiful in the world. Though he would never admit it to Wilford. During the fumigation season, John had suggested that to get away from the awful smelling chemicals for Trent to come to his residence in the city for his tutoring session and the day. Trent happily agreed.



It was a Saturday, so Ellen was spending the day at home, and was not aware that company was coming over, and thought her father was out for the day as usual. As such, she was currently slouched in a chair at the kitchen table reading the funny pages and idly stirring her cereal around in her milk, in not but her black bra and pajama bottoms as she waited for her laundry to dry. She was aware of the sound of her car pulling up the drive way, so she got up to greet her father, knowing that he wouldn’t really care about her attire, or lack there of. But as the door swung open, she was met someone else. She had also seen picture of Trent before, and had come to the conclusion that, based on all the funny little quirks he had, his warm personality the pictures, that she had a fairly large crush on him despite never even talking to the man. Even so, she had harbored her feelings for the boyishly handsome man in front of her now for quite some time, even fantasized about what it would be like to become intimate with him, but this was far from her ideal moment. Trent gaped at her rather unclothed form for about 3 seconds before composing himself, averting his eyes and giving a weak smile and shaky “H-hello...” Ellen had turned roughly 5 shades of red by that point, and gave a small squeal before her legs finally decided to obey her and took her sprinting up the stars to her room. John rather awkwardly put his hand on Trents shoulder, “Uhhm... Ahem, uh, Trent, Ellen. Ellen, Trent…” And that is how Trent Versity first met Ellen Wilford.



Life proceeded amazingly for Trent from that point on. He completed his schooling at 19 with an 87.3 average, “Not half bad for a farm boy” John had playfully said to him the day he ‘graduated’. By this time he and Ellen had entered into a serious relationship, and where making planes for her to move to the farm with him. His father, being too old to do the heavy lifting and work under the sun any longer, handed over the farm to him, as well as the family rifle “The farm needs protecten, and I’m too tired to do it properly any more... You gotta be the man now.” While Trent did not exactly go agree with everything his old man said, he still respected him and appreciated it. The day he got the rifle, he took it out into the field, set up some old cans and began practicing. Out of the 5 he put up, he hit 1 with the 10 shots he allowed himself. Even after his poor performance however, he couldn’t help but smile. He loved the way it felt. The recoil. The thrill of getting a hit, even the excitement of reloading afterwards. He smiled, set the cans back up, got 100 paces back, and tried again. And that is how Trent Versity found his love for the rifle.




4 years later, the Great War finally erupts. His new wife is scared that it could reach their home, and how it could affect their soon to be born baby. Trent can now a golf ball off a tee 2 football fields away without a scope. He enlists in boot camp and is almost instantly sent to be made a sniper. A Gunman. Before he leaves he goes back home once more, calms his historically crying wife that’s begging him not to go, and kisses her fiercely, telling her that he’ll be back as soon as he can. He lays his ear against the swollen belly of his wife and listens for a moment with his eyes closed, before kissing his baby goodbye. Hold his wife one last time before leaving for the graveyard nearby, where he stands for a quiet moment in front of both of his parents’ stones, as well as the recently added stone in the back corner, the one that rests beside an older one that identifies the person as Amanda Wilford. He bows his head before whispering softly to the newest one, “Please, don’t let her worry too much... You understand why I’m doing this right... I need too… Please, Mr. Wilford... John... Look after her for me until I get back.” He turns on his heel, his military training evident, and walks back towards his car. He drives off to the military base, where he’ll be shipped out to the front. He will protect his home. He will protect his family. He will come back to them
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That is how Trent Versity became Gunman, and got envoled in the war.




I really hope this isn’t too bad, or too long. I had access to a laptop for about a half hour before I’m away from the computer for a while again, so it’s a bit thrown together... I apologize if it doesn’t live up to standards, just tell me and I’ll fix it when I get back

[Mercen-X]

Heh. You make me laugh. I appreciate your thorough style, it makes the bio that much more fun to read. A half-hour? I don't think I could get the first paragraph done in a half-hour. You're really something. I'm gonna have to keep tabs on you.