Realistic or Modern Flintlock Logistic Incorporated (Character Sheet)

[Becker]

Please post your character sheets here using the template below. I would highly suggest that you refer to

Spoiler: Rule Number three

No over-powered or over the top edgey characters please. Tragic/cliché backstories, cringy anti-social personalities and ridiculous badasses are a big no-no.

as that rule is a guideline for character creation. I am trusting that people here will have the common courtesy to be fair and kind towards one-another, give ample opportunities for interactions with other-characters and so on.

CS Sheet:


Appearance:
(If it is a large picture then I ask that you use a 'spoiler' code to condense it. We are using Anime styled characters but realistic body proportions are still required; so natually, no loli-characters etc..)

Name:

Age:
(minimum age is 21)

Nationality:

Role:

Personal History:
(It does not have to be a 'birth to grave' kind of lengthy backstory. But please provide enough information to give a idea of who they are, where they are from, any military or enforcement training they recieved and how they joined/were recruited by FLI.)

Personality:
(This is completely optional as I personally prefer to learn about other characters from their interactions in the main thread rather than what is written up about their personalities. Though others prefer to, for easy referance so I have no problem with folk choosing to write one.)

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[Becker]

Spoiler: Appearance:

Name:
Anthony 'Tony' Harris

Age:
34

Nationality:
British

Role:
Arms Dealer

Personal History:
Born in Plymouth, England. Anthony and his twin-sister were welcomed into the awaiting Harris family with open arms. His father and Grandfather were both enlisted in the Royal Navy; as a Weapon-Systems Engineer and a Chaplain, respectively. Anthony's Mother on the other-hand was a proud, stay at home Mum. Life on the world's biggest aircraft carrier was as expected; there was always some military action going on but the down-time in between was almost deafeningly boring. From waving to sailors, bound to patrol the some quiet part of the world as they set off from the Royal Port of Plymouth to staring in awe at the armoured fighting vehicle convoys; moving huge pieces of military hard-ware from the Bovington Barracks. All through-out his childhood, Tony was surrounded by the best that the British Armed Forces had to offer.

It was no wonder then that he decided for a military career upon going to college. Which service to enlist with though? The Army, Navy, Airforce, Marines, Merchant and so on. Such a incredible amount of potential vocations to pick and choose from. Tony's family would've wanted to steer the young-man into joining the Navy like his predecessors before him. Thinking long and hard, focusing on his studies and prioritizing his knowledge in science over maths and english. Anthony had set his sights on working with fire-arms as it had long since been a private fascination, keeping his interest hidden from family. Despite his worries about their reaction, he eventually opened up about his desires to serve in the Army and as a Armourer instead of some combat position. His Grandfather, being a devout Christian and member of the cloth; praised and acknowledged his Grand-son's intentions. Anthony's father on the other-hand needed some convincing but eventually came round to the idea of his son growing up to be in the Army. With the head-members of family in approval, Tony re-focused his efforts, studied well at college and moving onto University to begin his five year degree in Mechanical Engineering. Although he struggled with the change of atmosphere at Uni, Tony felt at home alongside close friends; even his Sister enrolled at the same place but chose to study Marine Biology as rarely did they share the same interests. Money was tight but they soldiered on with it, taking up temp work as waiters, cleaners and parking staff.

As he came towards the end of his fifth and final year, the Kosovo war ignited in Yugoslavia and Tony's father was amongst the vast NATO Navy fleet sent to over-watch the situation. Although the situation looked well in hand as it was highly unlikely for Yugoslav troops to risk engaging a major maritime force without the prospect of it being a suicide mission. The Harris family were naturally on edge as they intently listened to the T.V for updates on the developing situation. Given that this would be the best time to perhaps get involved should the NATO be forced to send ground troops to intervene. On the day of his graduation, Anthony headed straight for the nearest enlistment office. As with all recruits, he was not a exception to the basic training. It was back-breaking, morale crushing and mentally exhausting but his love for country and determination to succeed where lessers have failed. Twenty-three weeks came and went; each day jam-packed with physical work, courses to cram as much information into each poor recruit's head and live-fire exercises in case the worst should happen and the enemy are bearing down on non-combat staff. Every man is a Rifleman.

To his massive disappointment, the conflict in Yugoslavia ended before Anthony's training was completed. Still, he decided that it would be important to remain in the Army for the foreseeable future as the world continued to be rife with conflict. During this time, his interest in fire-arms grew as each-day would bring more training documents, presentations and footage from out-side wars. Innovations in weapon-technology surfaced from across the globe; caseless ammunition, new optical sights and equipment. Each new piece of tech brought with it the question of counters, counters to the counters and so on. Spare time was spent on researching and admiring tanks, helicopters, aircraft, small-arms, artillery and much, much more. With this wealth of knowledge and growing bored of being deployed in peace-time and uninteresting locations. Anthony chose to leave the Army and inquire with FLI as he felt his expertise would certainly land him a more involved job.​

 

[Lurker]

Spoiler: is this too big idk

Daru Axel Corsair

Age
| 25 |

Nationality
| American |

Role
| Team Hacker and Tech Specialist |

Personal History
| Daru was born in Seattle, Washington. All through his early life technology had been the child's babysitter. His parents were never home, always out on work or other affairs so many a night was spent on the computer. It was there that he learned how to hack into other systems. It started out as merely curiosity. That was before Daru learned that he could make money out of it. His parents had always been obsessed with money. It seemed the apple didn't fall far from the tree. he would do anything to make money. And the most lucrative business in Seattle? Gangs.

No one would have ever expected the kid with the silver spoon in his mouth to work for the biggest syndicates in Seattle. That's why it was so easy. He would hack into any business that the gangs paid him for. The bigger the company, the bigger the payout. He was entirely self taught and had even made gadgets to help himself with his profession. He'd made a name for himself in the black market and became infamous around every corner of the web. Bounties were being placed on him just to find out a name. The only trace he'd ever leave was the damage in his wake. No one could ever figure out who it was.

One day the gang he was currently working for asked him to look into a company named FLI. Daru had never heard of them before but he was getting paid so, whatever. He had been tasked to go in and find out who they were transporting to. On a whim Daru hacked into the finances and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. They had that much money lying around? He needed to be a part of his. For his application he simply left it right in the middle of the recruiting head's desktop. It didn't take long for him to get a call after that.|​

 

[Physiicz]

Spoiler: Appearance

Name:
Oliver Kessler

Age:
26

Nationality:
Australian

Role:
Martial Arts Expert

Personal History:
Oliver was born in Melbourne Australia to father Jezzy Kessler and mother Molly Kessler. Oliver's father was a Karate instructor and 3rd dan black belt as well as an ex-Austr his mother was a criminal defence lawyer. From a young age Oliver's father taught him basic Karate to instil discipline early. This helped Oliver in his younger years as he had some behavioural problems. During his early childhood, Oliver was enrolled in a decent private school which he studied at form the ages of 6 to 18. He had a natural athletic talent and excelled in such classes however when it came to subjects that required some more thought, Oliver could care less. From since he could walk to age ten, Oliver had learned Karate. Upon his tenth birthday he took on two more martial arts. Krav Maga and Jui Jitsu. This almost solidified his loss in grades as majority of his time was spent practising or thinking about fighting. In due course Oliver grew a love for MMA and wanted to become a professional fighter himself and his skill didn't go unnoticed.

A scout for the UFC had come into contact with Oliver and his parents when Oliver had turned eighteen. With exceptional skill and a lack of grades, this seemed to be Oliver's only option but his parents refused to pay his way. Without his parents money, Oliver could barely support himself and a short stint in amateur MMA left Oliver borderline homeless. It seemed his only hope now was the Armed Forces. Oliver joined just after his nineteenth birthday and spent three years in the infantry before going through a transfer scheme to the Australian Commando Regiment. Due to his excellence within the infantry his decision to join the Commandos was smart. Going through the year and a half long training process was gruelling but Oliver passed with flying colours. His desire to become better overruled his misbehaviour.

Within two years, Oliver seen combat almost ten times. His skills were apparent and his hand-to-hand combat skills were something to be reckoned with. However this wasn't the perfect fairytale. During his last instance of combat, his commanding officer had made a severe but easily avoidable mistake which had gotten three soldiers killed. Oliver was furious and had assaulted the officer. This resulted in his subsequent discharge and charges were pressed however when taken to court, Oliver's lawyer was his mother and thanks to her he got off with minimal consequences and nothing that would go on his record. Oliver out of job and with little qualifications he was falling back into the pit of despair however a month or two after he came across the FLI.

Personality:
TBR!​

 

[EricSings]

Spoiler: Appearance

Name: Joseph Ian Delacroix

Age: Thirty

Nationality: French

Role: Team Weaponsmith

Personal History:
It was the day of the annual flower festival in spring of 1989, and most of the inhabitants in Nice, France were excited to observe all the different flowers. This kind of event was cherished because it was usually always hosted in the marketplace by the pebbly shore of the Baie des Anges. It was also to encourage people to be grateful, and to always try their best. One of the people who was in charge of this event was Alais, a native to France who had become quite the famous florist. She was twenty-four at the time, daughter to a wealthy married couple who owned a fabulous estate not too far from the marketplace. Their home was large and extravagant, with many acres that had lemon trees and orange trees. Alais' booth displayed many beautiful seasonal flowers, though her own beauty is what attracted thirty-year-old Augustin in her direction. Throughout the rest of the flower festival, Augustin spent most of his time trying to impress Alais enough to go out on a date with him. Once he obtained enough courage, he asked her to get some coffee with him the next day.

Joseph was born in February of 1980, and is the main reason his parents stayed together. Although they were not expecting to have a child so soon, they agreed to give him the best life they could. Alais continued working as a florist on the weekends, but would otherwise stay home with Joseph. Augustin worked many long hours as an architect, stationed in France but also working in other parts of the world. Growing up, Joseph enjoyed spending time with his parents and visiting his grandparents estate. He was never very sociable, but was always respectful and generally knew how to get what he wanted. His most memorable crush was when he first entered high school. He asked his mom to make him a bouquet fit for a queen, but when he tried gifting it to her, she did not accept. For a while he was saddened, but his interest in Literature Arts and nature helped cheer him up.

After he graduated, Joseph took some time off from school to help his mom in the flower shop. This is when she told him about his uncle who owned a weaponsmith shop in Nice. She explained how there were several mining sites and special areas that provided precious material like iron, and that certain individuals would come to him to have weapons or tools made. Joseph was instantly intrigued, and decided to take a blacksmith class before majoring in Literature Arts. It wasn't long before he began helping his uncle, and learning how to tell how good the quality was of different material. He did this for about a year, then went to school to get his major in Literature Arts. Initially, he wanted to write books, but his uncle grew ill so he had to take over his shop.

Eventually, he discovered that Flintlock Logistics Incorporated was looking for a trained weaponsmith, and was eager to join the team.

Other: He isn't quite sure if he is into men or not.​

 

[Reticent]

Spoiler: Appearance

Name: Eleanor Dalgaard

Age:
24

Nationality:
Scottish

Role:
Additional Medic

Personal History:
Eleanor was born to a single parent household after her mother died from complications during her delivery. She was raised in Scotland where her father owned a semi successful wheat farm and would eventually come to be the co-owner of a local hardware store. He made just enough money to see that they were both comfortable. When she was not in school, Eleanor, who mostly went by "Ellie" back then, would help her father out on the farm. Long days of grueling work under the scorching sun allowed her to become physically fit and to develop a touch of self discipline. She was extremely fond of some of the animals on the farm, especially her father's only horse, Seneca, with whom she developed a strong bond with.

As Eleanor grew older, she became increasingly interested in her studies and her friends. She no longer wished to help her father with farm work. Instead she began to focus on her growing dream - to be a doctor, particularly a surgeon. Aware of the immense amount of time and effort that would be needed for her to be successful, she knew she had to leave her job at the farm behind for good, much against her father's wishes. This decision ultimately created a divide between Eleanor and her father, a divide that grew even more when he was forced to sell his farmland and animals, including his beloved horse.

As Eleanor graduated high school, her father eventually took the money he received from selling his farmland and invested in a hardware store. Easier hours, easier work, decent pay - it was as good as anything he could have hoped for. Together, they moved to a small apartment just outside of Aberdeen. This allowed Eleanor, who was only working a few hours here and there at a local cafe, to attend the local university where she began to study her dream career - medicine. She excelled in her studies, fueled by her own passion and love for medicine. She wanted to make history, to change and save people's lives, and she knew she couldn't do that while trying to live the small, simple life her father had planned out for her. After graduating with a Bachelor's degree in surgery, Eleanor sought to expand her horizons. She applied for medical schools in the United States. After an acceptance letter from two different schools, she broke the news to her father and bid him farewell. His bitterness did not stop her from moving her entire life to the United States to study medicine. She was halfway through medical school when she discovered FLI. Intrigued by the money and the promise of a hands on job that could save people's lives, she inquired to see if her skills could be of value to them.

Personality:
To be revealed​

 

[Inb4Cloaker]

• The Contractor
• Apparel and Markings
• Personality
• Biography

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  Full Name: Zahil Assad
  Age: Twenty-Four
  Gender: Male
  Ethnicity: Arabic
  Occupation: Marksman
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  Markings: Multiple Arabic tattoos along his arms and neck, one scar along his right shoulder.
  Apparel: Zahil usually wears dark brown cargo pants, tan boots, and a light brown button up shirt with rolled sleeves. He wears a standard grey plate carrier with a few magazine pouches when going into combat. His headgear can consist of a dark red military beret or a red and white checkered shemagh if he currently has one.
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  Overall, Zahil is a fairly cheerful and pleasant person. Despite being a marksman, he isn’t renown for shooting people left and right, instead preferring to scare enemies away or wound them. He values teamwork and cohesion over being a lone wolf, and often works hard to help those he is entangled with. While he may be slow to anger, his temper is nothing to be taken lightly, as he can be difficult to calm back down. His sarcasm and poorly timed jokes know no limits, which can often cause him to agitate people who don’t value humor much.
  
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  Zahil was born in the West Banks, a disputed territory within the Middle East. During his young life, he saw war, bloodshed, and endless power struggles. He often looked to his parents for advice, and tried to ignore what was around him. Despite his surroundings and relatively poor upbringing, he learned to help others when he could, and to enjoy the little things in life. Of course, in his young adulthood, he knew change would occur eventually. All it took was one too many accusations of assisting the local militia before his family made the decision to send him away for a better life. Egypt was to be his new home.
  After weeks of travel, plans, and bribes, he found himself within the confines of his new country. There was a catch of course. For fleeing his country and seeking refuge in another, there would be a price to pay. For Zahil, his requirement was to serve for two years under the Egyptian Army. He did as he was instructed, and after two years of service, he was allowed to leave the military should he choose. But, what else would he do? He knew no trades, and realized then that whether his superiors did it deliberately or not, he had to remain in the service. It didn’t disappoint Zahil, however, as he enjoyed the lifestyle. It wasn’t much longer before he found himself valued by his leaders, and offered more skills to further develop as a soldier. This in turn pushed him to become a long range threat, second to none. He still speaks to his family, and is enjoying life currently. He was even invited to join an organization he had never heard of. Normally, he would decline, but with the way the world was progressing, he wasn’t sure he wanted to stay in a conventional military. Maybe this new job would be safer?

 

[Shibe]

Appearance

Spoiler

Name
Iris Adell

Age
31

Nationality
Swedish

Role
Medic

Personal History
Iris grew up in Stockholm with her face in a book most of the time, she was the single child of a Orthopedic surgeon and a Cardiologist. Which meant she didn’t get to spend very much time with them, as their careers were very demanding. She was pretty much raised by a nanny and did not attend public school, instead having a private tutor and online school.

Iris always had a genuine fascination with the way the human body functioned and how durable it was towards physical damage, her interest later blossomed into a genuine passion for the medical field. She also had a desire to please her parents and at least impress them.

She later applied for one of the top medical schools in Sweden after earning a degree in undergrad school, and then spent the next four following years of her life with sleepless nights, living off of ramen, and a constant feeling of impending doom at the thought of failure. Iris eventually finished her years and went on to residency for study as a orthopedic surgeon and internal medicine physician. And so, a couple more years of that, before finally being able to begin her own practice in the emergency branch of a hospital, and being one of the very few surgeons to begin to experiment with using artificial organs.

Personality
Iris is surprisingly calm and cheerful despite how bleak situations may seem, she often uses her humor and goofiness to help ease her patients’ worries. She also becomes easily excited when trying to solve a medical problem and can often ramble. She’s quite caring and doesn’t exactly seem to give much thought about herself. Iris also is a bit of a geek as well.​

 

[Duke Blue]

Appearance:

Spoiler

Name:
Rodrigo "Roddy" Torres

Age:
28

Nationality:
Colombian

Role:
Team Member

Personal History:
Rodrigo had always been a quick learner, and there were two things he quickly learned during his childhood: how to move things and how to shoot. But Rodrigo was born into a long line wealth, and children from wealthy families did learn how to move things or how to shoot. His parents, both Colombians and academically inclined, met in university in the United States before coming back to Colombia to start a family Rodrigo’s parents had high hopes for him. He would learn English, study in the United States, and return to Colombia armed with new knowledge to help grow the family’s wealth.

That was not the path Rodrigo took. Rodrigo was taken away in 2000 by FARC soldiers targeting wealthy Colombians for ransom money to finance their operations. That was when Rodrigo became Roddy, the young boy who learned how to move things and how to shoot. Ransom for Rodrigo was never collected. Instead he grew became an integral part FARC’s drug trafficking operations. In his role, he helped escort drugs and weapons across the Colombian jungles and mountain ranges. Roddy had to move things, and, when necessary, Roddy had to shoot.

After the peace deal between FARC and the government passed in 2016, Rodrigo was fortunate enough to be reunited with his parents. Integration into society proved to be much harder than Rodrigo anticipated. Although he never chose to join FARC, Rodrigo’s association with the group stood in the way of living a normal life in Colombia. As long as he stayed, he would never be able to separate himself from his FARC past. It would be tattooed on his soul for all to see for the rest of his life. When Rodrigo discovered FLI, he felt he finally found an opportunity to escape his association with FARC. He could move things, and he could shoot; hopefully that would be enough for FLI.

 

[Lemonade]

*disclaimer that the hair isn't pink in the RP, instead it's brown*​

Name:
Michael "Mike," Peterson

Age:
34

Nationality:
American

Role:
Team Mechanic

Persona:
TBR!

Personal History:
Mike is a first generation American, both of his parents were migrants that moved to America for a better life. His Mother was a waitress teacher whilst his Father was a mechanic in a garage. He'd take Mike to work with him at weekends, the owner was a good friend that had moved over years before, and teach him how to fix up old cars and machines. Mike fell in love with it, loving fixing things and taking apart machines to find out how they worked. It wasn't an uncommon sight to see him sat cross legged in his bedroom having taken apart a toy to see how it all worked and try to put it back together afterwards. He seemed to have a natural talent for engineering and mechanics, enjoying fixing things and excelling in science and mathematics at his school.

They weren't particularly well off but they just about managed to get by.

Tragedy struck and his Father suffered a heart attack when Mike was fifteen years old, throwing any ideas or dreams of attending college to study Mechanical Engineering or Physics. He took on his Father's old job on the weekends in an attempt to get by and help his Mother get by. It seemed his only hope now was the Army and at the age of eighteen he joined up, they'd put him through studying Engineering at College and he'd become a Engineer with the army.

He spent eight years with the army before leaving, he'd repaid his College education and was allowed to leave the army. He'd thought he wanted that, that civilian life was what he wanted but when he got back he found it didn't live up to his expectations. All of the jobs he could get were boring and mundane, not allowing him to truly work on anything interesting or difficult and whilst he did somewhat enjoy it - fixing up old peoples cars in a small town got tiresome after a while. He tried living with his Mother for two years, helping her get by and working for the same Autorepair shop he had started out in but it was too easy and too simple.

After two years of trying to live out the apple pie, suburban life Mike found himself coming across the FLI where he has been ever since.

 

[Magami]

Name: Andrew “Andy” McAlpine

Age: 34

Nationality: Scottish

Role: Scout / General recon.

Appearance: Andy goes to great lengths to keep his appearance as simple as possible. He wears ordinary, unbranded clothing of dull colours; usually plain jeans and shirts with a short, black jacket of false leather. His hair his short and well kept and he keeps his face clean shaven. He stands at 5’11” with an average build. His ordinary, unremarkable appearance is designed to help him blend in with locals while doing his job.

Personal History: After extensive training, Andy served a lengthy tour as ensign. His parents pushed him into a military career and their opinion meant a great deal to him. While he served, he proved to possess a certain skill for on the field reconnaissance, both in mapping and scouting areas for threats, as well as mingling with the local population and learning their mannerisms well enough to form trusting friendships for a source of local intel. These skills were highly valued by FLI and, at the end of his tour, he was promptly offered a long term position. Andrew loved his job to no end and jumped at the chance to continue doing it.

Personality: Due to his profession, Andrew has exceptional people skills. He is charismatic and has no fear of jumping into social situations with people he’s never met before. He is easy to approach and has a way of making people feel comfortable around him – this is how he quickly builds trust with his targets to have them reveal everything he and the company need to know.​

 

[Shaded]

Spoiler: Appearance

Name:
Viktor "Vik" Alexeyev

Age:
32

Nationality:
Russian

Role:
Team Coordinator

Personal History:
Viktor often keeps his past rankings on the down low, but it is known he served within the Russian Militia, he spent most of his years serving his country since he could enlist. He quite frankly prefers a more silent approach to things so it is a wonder if he sniped for Russia or was heading some kind of mission, but he has quite a bit of experience from his happenings within Russia. Viktor can often time be very open about some of the experiences he has had, other times he refuses to even think about it. Though he will openly talk about how he got some of his nasty scars throughout his years, though not having lived incredibly long he still thinks he is decently old, like the larger ones along his chest. He says he got those from a close quarter fight. What he forgets to say is that he also was off duty and he just happened to get tangled into a bar fight rather than a fight ensued while being deployed. During his time with Russia, he did pick up a few skills. He was good with a number of weapons, mainly figuring out a few methods to use said weapons, he found that if he treated and cleaned a weapon correctly then it would treat him well in turn.

Viktor had been around surprisingly a lot of the Russian forces, having spent time within the airborne troops and dealing with infantry on more than one occasion. His background serves that he dealt with light infantry, airmobile infantry, and airborne infantry. He had worked his way up in the ranks and even gotten to know his first deputy commander at one point which led him to be asked a favor of. However, he did learn that not everything can be solved with weapons, it was around this time that FLI was around. Having already had experience with this type of situation one of the Spetsnaz unit requested for him to join in, part of the favor from his old first deputy commander, he remained within this unit for years until he managed to close a few other cases along the way of locating the arms dealer. Viktor was tasked with locating some arms dealers from FLI the moment he joined, he and his squad were rather quick in finding them after a year or two of being together, mostly due to the familial connections the group had with the locals even though they weren't exactly the best of friends with civilians at times. Viktor had gotten too curious and ended up in a room with the arms dealer, exchanging some words, and before he knew it Viktor was leaving his country behind, tailing as protection detail for an arms dealer of FLI. He could barely believe how quickly he abandoned ship, but he did it nonetheless.

Since joining up with FLI, Viktor has changed things up, he may act brutality in a fight but he has developed neat tendencies where he likes everything to be organized rather than spur of the moment type situations. Viktor has been troubled with some spur of the moment decisions with fights, but he finds the random choices done in dangerous situations are usually the betterment of a judgment call.

Personality:
TBR​