I'm a bit on the noobish side of the BA. I read the rules, I observed other posts in the BA and Crossroads, and I even did some RP'ing in the past (and I was pretty good at it). However, my character might be a bit vague in the sense that I might've rushed it or I'm making grammatical mistakes, or my vocabulary is too limited. Anyway, I'm not done the Bio yet and am planning to get it done soon. So for the time being please read what I have here and tell me if I should fix up some things to make it sound better when read and whatever you guys look for.
NAME
Cnl. Ethan Hurron - Expired
ALIAS
Spearhead
SPECIALTY
Team Leader, Tactician
ELEMENT
Thunder/Lightning
AGE
23
RACE
Human
SEX
Male
HAIR
A solid blue turquoise colour.
EYES
Cyan (like his hair, but a darker shade).
WEIGHT
165 lbs
HEIGHT
5 ft 11 in.
THEME SONG
Fadeaway - Celldweller
WEAPONS
Spearhead wields a trident forged from a very strong and highly conductive metal. The side blades of the trident resemble single-edged swords because that's how they are intended to act like; the side blades are used not only for stabbing but for slicing. It is considered more effective than a normal spear because it acts like both a spear in that it stabs, and a sword in that it slices. In both spaces between the blades, the edges are lined up with teeth that are used to catch weapons and break them. The middle blade acts like a spear, since only it's tip is sharp and exposes itself when used to attack.
Spearhead's trident is 6 ft 6 in. long, the blade being a foot long. The blade is purple-tinted, and the staff part is a dark bluish-purple. A blue-almost-white coloured cloth is tied where the blade meets the staff part, hanging a fair 2 ft in length off the weapon.
Aside from his weapon, Spearhead can control lightning to attack his enemies (see Skils/Magic section for further details).
ARMOUR
Spearhead wears no armour.
STRENGTHS
Spearhead is a very agile fighter, with exceptional balance and hand-eye coordination. Being in the military since a very young age, Spearhead has learned to adapt to the vile conditions of war very quickly, creating a sixth sense for danger; Spearhead can tell something dangerous will occur during battle, and quickly act to that situation.
Being able to control lightning makes Spearhead much stronger in thunderstorms or in wet areas like marshes and bogs. He also has an advantage inside steel hallways or in areas where there is metal.
WEAKNESSES
Spearhead dislikes silence. As a matter of fact, he entirely loathes it. He will always carry with him an MP3 player on every mission. This helps him totally ignore the cries he continuously hears whenever his adrenaline rushes. If it breaks, the cries will torment him and distract him, which could leave him entirely open. Also, if this happens, Spearhead might call in for back-up, but his overall more common approach is suicide; he'll use any of his last resort that could result in a fatal end.
Spearhead isn't much of a strong individual, lacking physical strength when fighting much bigger and stronger opponents. Avoiding such strong blows that could literally crush him can easily bring down his endurance and leave him partially open during a fight.
Lightning is considered to be the most difficult of elements to control due to it's severely violent and unstable nature, capable of destroying the user if he/she loses control and/or is too weak to control its violent nature. Spearhead is capable of controlling this elements, but at the cost of his mental stability; everytime he uses an offensive or defensive ability with his elemental weapon, his mind tends to mess up in that he can either gain blurry sight, get light-headed, or dizziness that provokes vomiting. Fortunately the effects are temporary and can be rid of with a good days rest, but severe , the greater the risk. To avoid this, he does not use his elemental power unless he deems necessary (i.e. when faced with a stronger opponent). However Spearhead is able to safely charge his weapon with The Ballad of Blades, but it takes awhile to charge and it takes longer to reuse over and over again.
SKILLS
Spearhead's skills comes from the music he listens to. He listens to music every mission, mainly to help ignore the voices and cries that overwhelm him whenever he experiences an adrenaline rush. However, music has influenced his fighting style in that his fighting style is almost similar to dancing.
There are 3 forms of this style:
Form 1: Ballad of Blades
The name does not imply a dance, but rather a song. Reason for such a name is the sound the trident makes when it is spun continuously in Spearhead's hand, which resembles the sound of a high-pitched flute (you know those flexible plastic tubes you can swing around and it makes that hollow sound? Think that, but more higher-pitched sort of, like a flute). This style is equally offensive and defensive, and is danced to mainly post-grunge type of music. This form can also help generate lightning into his weapon to shoot at his opponent(s).
Form 2: Breaking Off
This is more of a defensive style, but still can be used for attacking. This style involves heavy acrobatic movement for countering close and long-range attacks, resembling power moves in breakdancing (i.e. breaking). The style's name implies that Spearhead is usually off the ground when using this style, therefore "Breaking Off" means that Spearhead "Breaks Off" the ground, never landing and planting his feet onto the ground for a long time at once. As with all breakdancing, this style corresponds to heavy hip-hop (it can be rock with a hip-hop-like beat, or actual hp-hop) and rap music.
Form 3: Dance with Thy Weapon
This is the very opposite of "Breaking Off" in that this form involves all-out offense, and it is also connected with that form because this form is used right after exiting the defensive form. Spearhead attacks the enemy head-on, throwing fast attacks with his weapon. Using this form requires good timing, for attacking an open spot a second later could have him meet his grave. There is no defense used in this, so he must be quick to attack when the enemy exposes him/herself. This is danced to anything fast-paced, like really aggresive power metal or some form of techno.
MAGIC
Spearhead can go into a state of total concentration and power. During this time, his eyes are glowing light blue and he's surrounded by lightning. This is due to his arm, which is covered in black, flame-like tattoos that spread all over his back and both arms, and turn the same blue as his eyes when in this state. Unlike his abilities, this takes no toll on him and will not use up his power. He can stay in this form, but after using all the energy he has he can gain some of the problems listed in his weaknesses. There is no known name for this, but he calls it an "elemental state".
Steel Strike:
Rather simple, and does not require any sort of energy from Spearhead's body. Just by spinning his weapon quickly while in his "Ballad of Blades" form, Spearhead is able to generate small amounts of lightning into his weapon. When enough is created, he throws his weapon at his opponent. If it misses, the energy inside the weapon can send the enemy back. Drawbacks? It takes awhile to generate, and Spearhead must constantly spin his trident in order to generate enough energy at once. This, unlike the others, does not need Spearhead to be in his elemental state.
Thunder Blade:
The simplest and safest of his lightning abilities. Spearhead creates a razor-sharp blade of pure lightning in his hand, about the length of his forearm, and literally uses it as an extension of his arm. It takes the least amount of his energy to create and use, so he can use it for a long period of time. However, it begins to disappear when he overuses it for too long. After using it the second time when he finishes using it the first time, then problems can occur.
Crumbling Pillar
This requires a good amount of energy. This move is done above the opponent from a good height above him/her, so this is done when in Spearhead's "Breaking Off" form.. A strong blast of lightning shoots from Spearhead's palm straight below him, looking like a pillar in a sense. It's powerful enough to leave the earth scarred, almost like it "crumbled" so to speak (hence the name).
Godly Annihilation
For this to be successful, Spearhead must be in his "Break Off" form, and a thunderstorm must occur. During this attack, Spearhead jumps high into the air and lifts his trident above him, using it as an antenna to attract lightning to him. Once finished collecting enough energy into himself and his weapon, Spearhead attacks his enemy straight-forward. Once he collides with the opponent, a large blast of lightning consumes a large radius from the point of impact. This usually is the final blow, since there are no survivors. Only once had Spearhead used this attack, but not to its full potential and he was very lucky to live in the aftermath.
APPEARANCE
Spearhead's hair hangs down to his neck. It appears messy but is naturally straight. His hair is long enough to cover his eyes, but he has them off to the side to avoid distraction from loose hair.
Spearhead wears a dark-blue-almost-black, sleeveless cloak that hangs down about 2 inches off the floor. The sleeves were apparently ripped off, as it appears ripped where the sleeves would be. Spearhead wears no shirt or anything on his upper body, leaving his scars on both his chest and back visible. Spearhead wears dark brown pants with same coloured boots that rise up halfway his shins. When he has his MP3 with him, he carries it in a pouch-like carrying case that's attaches onto his belt. To make sure the cord doesn't get in the way, the cord goes behind him, up his back and to his ears instead of in front.
PERSONALITY
Spearhead is very calm and quiet, always keeping to himself and isolating himself from others when doing something other than his mission. When it comes to taking action, his voice shows leadership. He never wastes time and always sees the mission as his first and most important priority. He has no relationship with anyone; no girlfriend, no friends, no known family, except his team who he also sees as no more than just that. He doesn't like anyone, but he doesn't hate or despise anyone. He is very neutral when it comes to judgement of a person, as if he either doesn't care at all or he believes in equality among everyone.
Even if Spearhead has no known friends, he always places his mission first, but also places his team before himself. If one of his teammates are injured or in danger, he will place himself at risk for their safety. As some who know him would put it, he places his team the same way he places his mission.
He hates praise, whether it be from his peers or his team, or his officers. It doesn't matter who praises him, he absolutely despises it, reason being that he sees no reason for it at all. He feels that whatever he is asked to do by his commanding officer, he will do it until it is completed. "There should be no reward for what we are asked to do," he always says.
BIOGRAPHY
"What the hell happened here?"
"I don't know, sir, but I have the data pertaining to the incident."
"Good. So what happened here?"
"That we cannot say, but the body count is high. 90% have been proven dead, and the rest are all missing. They too seem to be dead, but the evidence is insufficient to prove it."
"Do you mean to say that this is an extinction?"
"It appears to be that way, sir."
"My God, what could've done such a thing?"
The sound of a baby's cries were heard not too far from where both men stood. Both took cautious steps to the source of the sound, aware of the possibility that it could be a trap. They carefully turned over a corpse, only to find an infant child in the arms of a dead woman, his head covered with a small patch of brown hair and his black eyes were dark but innocent.
Both were surprised to still see a living being in the silent graveyard they stood on. The baby was known to be the only survivor of a massive genocide responsible of killing off the entire population of Grajik, a small, rural-type country that was home to 8 million farmers and war veterans, and other people who wished to live peacefully. This incident was such a mystery due to the reasons behind the attack; they had no enemies, no signs of actually posing a threat, and they were trading partners with almost all nations due to their well-grown crops and agriculture. Why would someone, or something, attack them if they were no threat? Could it be the ones responsible wanted the exports for themselves? Was it just mindless bloodshed? No one knows why it happened, and as it stands, no one will.
As for the baby boy who was found among the dead, he was the source of much debate. The man who found him, known only as Cnl. Warrick Hurron, wanted the boy to be taken care of in the W.P.F. (World Police Force) Headquarters. His superiors were against the idea. "Who would have the time to take care of the child?" they'd ask. The colonel knew no one would stand forth and claim the responsibility of raising the boy, so he decided that he will take on that responsibility. Everyone else were thrown off by this decision.
"Are you out of your mind, War?" a friend of the colonel's asked in disbelief and dismay. "You are
the most important asset to this force. You are going to waste your time with that kid, and he'll only slow you down either way if you keep him here."
"Will I slow you down? Or will the infant slow you down?" Warrick looked at his disappointed friend with sharp eyes, almost peering into his mind after reading his friend's face like a children's storybook. "I will take care of him and train him so that he will become as great a soldier as anyone else... No, not as great, even better. He will be the greatest!"
"So that he can continue your legacy when you're gone?"
"So that he can carry on
his legacy when I'm gone."
General Dom Quarren, CEO of the agency, was very skeptic about the colonel's decision, but after learning that the boy had no relatives and had no family friends as well, being the only one to live in the family, the boy was to be taken care of in the refugee department. There, the survivor of the calamity was raised by volunteered individuals, visited by the colonel from time-to-time. He was also given a name by the colonel, being called Ethan. It wasn't long until Cnl. Hurron formed a fatherly-like bond with the child.
After turning 6 (they didn't know his real birthdate, but after genetic tests his birthdate was estimated to the closest date), Ethan began high-level academic studies in the force, unusual for a child at such a young age to undertake. Everyone thought the colonel was on the brink of insanity when he decided to enroll the boy in one of the high classes in the school that the force heavily sponsored in the building. Keeping the child in the base was already a crazy idea, but this was stupid, and everyone agreed to that. Although everyone's thoughts were absolute, Warrick's thoughts were the complete opposite; he had much faith in Ethan and believed that he'll manage one way or the other. It might've been stupid in a sense, but he wasn't going to change his mind about his decision. Besides, the boy had nothing against it, so unless something severe happened to the child the colonel made his choice final.
4 years have passed, and Ethan was handling the academics of his training exceptionally well. He even stayed at the top of all his classes after two years of grasping what he needed to learn. After turning 10, it was time for the physical aspect of his training. It started off as simple exercises to help the body develop good endurance, then it continued with more complex training: running in abnormal conditions, learning the basics of survival in the wilderness, firearm training, close-combat involving both hand-to-hand and weapon combat, and recon. Ethan excelled in all his training exercises in a matter of several months, and again became the top trainee in all categories. Although he highly excelled in all his training exercises, it was evident enough that he favoured the hand-to-hand combat training, especially using the polearms of any sort he chooses. The boy's achievements pleased the colonel very much, knowing that his dream would finally be accomplished soon. There was only one more thing he needed to do.
"Ethan, please come with me," Cnl. Hurron called the boy.
"What is it, sir?" Ethan asked as he tagged along.
"You don't have to call me that," the colonel retorted. "I told you many times that you can call me Warrick, or something other than sir."
"But my teachers say that it's disrespect to your commanding officer if you don't call him by sir, or ma'am." Ethan looked confused by Warrick's plea to call him by another name.
"Well, I allow you to call me by something other than that name." Warrick was disgruntled by the constant calling of "sir" that came from the boy. He always heard the boy call him sir, regardless of how many times the colonel explained that he didn't have to call him by that name. He didn't like being called sir by a boy not even able to shave since it gave him the impression he was getting old. He didn't like the feeling lingerig about.
"If you say so, si - I mean, Warrick," Ethan replied, grinning.
"Anyway," the colonel continued with his previous thought, "Do you remember your first day of school?"
"Yeah, it was real hard," Ethan replied, scratching the back of his head as he reminisced about the said day.
"Yes, it was hard, and I knew it was. However, I knew you would do great." The colonel crossed his arms. "But you did more than great. You amazed everyone with your accomplishments, and still continued to show us your growing potential."
"I don't get it," Ethan retorted with his charming innocence, which everyone adores about him as one of his qualities. "What do you mean, sir?"
"Today is your gift from all the hard work you accomplished, Ethan," Warrick said with a warm smile. "You will receive something that was special to you, even if you didn't know it."
The child, now 12 years old, looked at the officer with a perplexed look. Seeing this on the boy's face, Warrick couldn't help but let out a chuckle.
"You'll soon see in a moment."
They entered a clean bedroom that housed many pictures of family and friend's of someone's. The colonel sat on the neatly-made bed across from the door. Ethan stood neext to him, watching the officer pull something out from under the bed. It was a long, wide case made of polished wood, making the boy look at it in awe.
"What's inside, sir?" the boy asked, anxiously waiting to set his eyes on the object inside.
The colonel silently opened the case, and the boy saw a long, dark bluish-purple pole the length of the case, and an oddly-shaped spearhead. Ethan's eyes glistened wondrously like the light shining off the blade.
"Is this for me?" the boy asked hysterically.
"Yes, it is," the colonel replied with a warm smile. "For your hard work and continuously growing talent, I present to you a gift like none other."
"Why is it so special?" Ethan asked.
"I cannot tell you," came the answer, "But you will know when the time comes."
"When will that be, sir?" Ethan asked impatiently, followed by the colonel's chuckle that was an indirect reply to the boy's displeasing habit.
"I cannot tell you," Warrick explained, "But you must find out for yourself. You will learn when you get older."
"Everyone tells me that. When will anyone tell me anything?" The boy let out a disgruntled sigh.
* * *
"Attention!" Came the order, and everyone stood straight to await their orders. Warrick stepped up to the front to explain the current situation. After clearing his throat, he began the briefing.
"As you know, there are multiple insurgencies in the western continent around the city of Damaro. The Kaet Tribe is breaking the treaty the two societies have signed by rampaging through the city streets, and this could give birth to a war. We have been called out to stop these insurgencies before it becomes a calamity.
We will be split into two teams, the Security Team and the Assault Team. The Assault Team will drive off the insurgencies from the cities, whereas the Security Team will keep an eye on the villages after the insurgencies have been forced back in retreat until all things have settled down.
The mission sounds simple, doesn't it? Well, it would be if you killed the enemy. However, we as specially-trained international police, our job is to stop injustice from occurring and to achieve peace. To do that, we must not tamper with that peace.
I will lead the Security Team, and the leader of the Assault Team will be-"
A tall boy, seemingly a teenager, walked up to the front of all the officers standing in attention. His broad frame and muscular physique showed he went through extensive training since a very young age, and his face beared no emotion, giving everyone the impression that he was very serious about anything, if not everything. His hair was an unusual colour as well; a very light blue, almost turquoise colour, and his eyes were a much darker colour than his clean hair that brushed his shoulders as he walked. He also wore the standard uniform with his sleeves rolled up to above his elbows, but he wore a crest on his right shoulder that represented his rank as Lieutenant Colonel. What was more peculiar about this teen was what he carried on his back; a long spear-like weapon whose length exceeded his own height. Everyone watched the teenager stand in front of them all, wondering who this person could be.
"Hello to all," he said with a monotonous voice, no change of expression in his face. "I am Lt. Cnl. Ethan Hurron, your Assault Team leader."
No one said a thing knowing that they aren't allowed to speak, but both Ethan and Warrick saw the expressions on their faces. The colonel walked up to the teenager's side.
"yes, this is him. That boy you knew from years ago," Cnl. Warrick cleared up for them. "After he turned 13 years old, I decided to have him train with a friend of mine in the southern forests not too far from the headquarters. Now you see him at 17, a fine, young, well-mannered man standing right next to you as your commanding officer."
"You may stand at ease, soldiers," Their officer ordered, a vague smile appearing on his face. All soldiers in the room stood to their own comfort, continuing to listen to the briefing.
"As you have all been told, we are to split into two groups. Whoever is in my team, please take this into account," Ethan added. "I don't want to be called sir. It makes me feel old." Everyone let out a chuckle, Ethan joining in. Ethan continued when the humour ceased. "Instead, I'd prefer you call me by my code name, Spearhead. I hope you do your best, and help achieve peace this day... Ah, hell, let's kick some ass!"
Everyone shouted in agreement, raising their fists to show their enthusiasm to their new officer.
* * *
"Move! Move! Move!" The soldiers came out like a pack of wild dogs into the city streets, firing at the tribe warriors with the stun guns issued to them for the mission. Spearhead's team went into action and started to fire at the enemy to drive them off back into their villages. The choppers left after deploying the troops, and Warrick's chopper went on ahead to start securing the area. The tribe warriors didn't put up much of a fight, most of them running away when under heavy fire. It was much too simple, but not suspiciously so, so no one spent too much time wondeing about the simplicity of the mission.
However, Spearhead had something else going on in his mind. Voices started to go off in his head at times during the mission. At first he figured it was only the screaming of the enemies, but they sounded more like cries of mercy from victims of supposed gunfire, wood crackling from fires that he could somehow feel the heat from. He looked around him in panic, but everything was normal.
What the hell's going on?
"Spearhead, are you all right?" a nearby soldier asked. Spearhead nodded assuringly, and the soldier went on her way.
It wasn't too long after the mission was complete. Once all tribe warriors were forcibly taken back to their villages, the Security Team took charge and allowed the other team to pack up and begin to leave. As Spearhead was ready to board the chopper, something else unknown to the teenager happened at the same time.
"What did you just tell me?" Cnl. Warrick angrily replied to the man.
"Are you hard of hearing, colonel? I ordered you to get rid of them."
"You can't be serious! They were to be forced back to their homes, not to be slaughtered. I will not do it."
"You forget, colonel," the man rose from his chair in the large office. "I am one of your force's biggest sponsors, and I have all control of this mission. If you do not follow my orders, I will simply stop paying your force what I do now, crippling you all severely. Do you really want that?"
Warrick said no more, but gritted is teeth in anger. He left the room and had no choice but to do what he was asked.
Gunfire alerted Spearhead and caused him to jump. At first he ignored it, thinking it was just in his head until he noticed everyone was reacting to the sounds. The teenage officer ordered his team to follow him, and quickly darted for the source of the gunfire. What he saw afterward was more than what he could've comprehended.
Fires were blazing through the villages as countless natives were shot mercilessly. Spearhead could hear the cries of the victims who ran and fought back regardless of how very little it did for them. It wasn't, however, what was happening to those people, but who did the horrible things - his own colleagues, led by the one who raised him, Cnl. Warrick hurron.
He couldn't look back. It was too horrid for him to look away and pretend it wasn't happening. The cries from before crept into his head and tormented him even further, but they were accompanied by voices that forced him to awake...
Wake up, and do your duty, they said.
You must stop this madness.
"What madness?" the young officer replied confused. "Who are you? What do you want?"
Wake up, it repeated.
Wake up and do the task bestowed upon you.
"Get out of my head!" He fell to his knees in pain from the voices calling him. A soldier from his team approach him, placing a hand on his shoulder in fear of what was happening to the officer, but he pulled it back after feeling a strong shock coming from his commanding officer.
Then Spearhead rose to his feet, his eyes glowing and heat emanating from his body. The intense heat ripped at his uniform, showing his upper body that grew flame-like tattoos all over his back and arms. Everyone was in awe and afraid of what they witnessed. The fear grew even more after columns of blue lightning fell violently from the heavens. Spearhead knew nothing of what he was doing, oblivious to every action his body was commiting. It was only after the voices spoke for the last time that all of it ended in the most violent manner...
... do your duty, and kill your enemy.
The fires were extinguished by the might of the bolts of lightning that shot from Spearhead's body, destroying not just the village he stood in, but all the villages in the surrounding area. Everyone in the path of the lightning were incinerated, and even the ones who escaped died by the powerful force that came from the blasts. Surprisingly, no native lost their life from the blasts, and only the soldiers were killed by the might of the lightning bolts.
After waking up from his experience, he saw with his own eyes the destruction of the villages, the building bordering the town from the forests and native villages, and all the dead W.P.F. soldiers. He fell to his knees and cried, unable to stop the crying, for at his knees laid Cnl. Warrick Hurron's body; the body of his mentor, his guardian, and his father.
* * *
"Lt. Cnl. Ethan Warrick."
"Yes, sir?"
"How do you plead to the crimes of mass murder and city-wide destruction?"
"Guilty."
"I see." Dom stood from his desk and walked to Spearhead, who wore hand-cuffs as he was officially convicted as a cold-blooded murderer for crimes he knew nothing of. Spearhead knew he had no control of what happened that day, still oblivious to the day's events, and after 5 years of living in a cold and dark cell, reminiscing about the day over and over again in his head for countless hours, he knew it could've been avoided somehow. He didn't know how, but a strong feeling told him he could've prevented it. Now was Judgement Day, and he was going to take his punishment any way it would be given to him.
"It seems that your mentor saw you as something else," the man replied, motioning his hand for the nearby guard to come and remove his hand-cuffs. The surprising release of the young officer was more than he could handle, but the man had more to say.
"I knew Warrick very well, Ethan," Dom said. "And he knew this day would come. He knew who you truly were."
"He knew? WHat do you mean 'He knew' ?" the young officer asked perplexed. "How did he know about it? Why didn't he tell me?"
"You should know by now, son," the General said warmly, "He's always been full of surprises." He took out an envelope from his back pocket and handed it to Spearhead. "Take this. It will explain everything."
The officer, now 22 years old, took the envelope from the General and ripped it open on the spot. He read it to himself without showing any sort of emotion on his face. After reading the letter, he gave himself a nod that told him he understood.
"I must go, sir."
"I know," Dom replied. "And expect a promotion when you get back."
After saluting to his commanding officer, he left for a place unknown to anyone. It was never revealed where Spearhead left for, or what the letter said, but many rumours spread around the men and women in the force. Some said the colonel told him to train hard and be the best soldier, so he went to train and control his power or something of the sort. Others believed he went to a library to study what happened to him after being told in the letter he was to learn more of what he experienced. No one ever knew for sure, but Spearhead was gone for another year and was never seen or heard from for that time.
* * *
"Sir, you're back!" a soldier called out to greet his superior. "Where were you hiding, sir?"
But he did not listen, and instead walked past him as if he wasn't there. He was like that with everyone at headquarters. He ignored everyone who tried to greet him warmly, but he disregarded them and minded his own business. Some were becoming confused as to why their superior officer, never seen since the incident 6 years ago, would ignore them after not seeing any of them. Others just took into consideration what happened back then could've changed the young adult.
Spearhead walked into the General's office, greeted by the soldiers stationed at the doors. He walked in and saw Dom looking out the large window behind his desk.
"So I see you've come, Lieutenant Colonel 'Spearhead' ," Dom greeted him as well. "Or should I say, Colonel Spearhead."
No answer came from the officer. He simply walked straight to the General's desk and placed three things on top: the letter given to him a year ago by Dom, and a pistol that was accompanied by a single round. He then walked out of the room, not one of them speaking a word.
So now it's my turn, Dom told himself.
Once he exited the office, a soldier came to him to escort him to the training facilities to choose his team, as he was ordered to do by the General. Spearhead complied and followed.
* * *
After much observation, Spearhead came down to four individuals. As he read their bios', he carefully took into account their abilities and what they could do for the team:
Name: Seth Larken
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Weight: 135 lbs
Height: 5' 11"
Specialty: Expert pilot and mechanic.
Able to control the element of fire. Was a former cloud surfer in his late teen years, but decided to join the W.P.F. after his father, Squadron Leader Bill Larken, died in a dogfight when up against 5 enemy pilots. Somewhat childish and boastful of his skills at flying and fixing supposedly "anything",
but his skills are exceptionally good.
Name: Kaya Az'Kune
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Weight: 120 lbs
Height: 5' 10"
Specialty: Expert marksman and sniper,.
Able to control the element of air. Said to be able to fire the tip of a strand of hair from 500 yards away. A calm, quiet and benevolent personality, never able to lose her temper. Being as good as she is, she is unable to shoot to kill.
Calm and quiet, the best aspects of a sniper. She doesn't shoot to kill, hmm... her bio says explains her accuracy is undoubtedly perfect, so it wouldn't matter either way.
Name: Argoroth Mecenia
Age: 30
Sex: Male
Weight: 500 lbs
Height: 7'
Specialty: Weapons specialist.
Able to control the element of earth. Knows anything and everything about any sort of weapon, regardless of age or rarity. He proves to follow orders perfectly without having second thoughts, but still has his own mind and thoughts about any issue brought up.
He will prove to be very useful with his extensive knowledge and discipline.
Name: Azura Tetsuna
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Weight: 120 lbs
Height: 5' 9"
Specialty: Black Ops and Recon
Able to control the element of darkness. Able to hide in any environment which also includes open grassland, and is able to kill an enemy in a room full of multiple men without showing herself. She is also able to survive without food and water for 7 days if necessary. Her agility and speed are exceptional.
She proves herself to be independent. That will be vital to the assignments ahead.
"Looks like they will do," he assured himself.
* * *
"ATTENTION!"
The four individuals stood straight and waited for their team leader. They were all anxious to meet their commanding officer, though Kaya was somewhat afraid. She shook the fear off when the doorswung open and in came a tall soldier with strange turquoise blue hair and darker-coloured eyes than his hair. His face was stern, serious and vague of any emotion. The four recruits were not surprised to see this as all superior officers were the same this way. What he said, though, caught them by surprise.
"State your names, starting from you on the left," Spearhead ordered.
"Yes, sir," Seth replied. "Sir, Seth Lar-"
"No, not those names," Spearhead replied strictly. He stood in front of all four, looking at them with a hard gaze. It made all of them feel uneasy.
"From now on, you will be given new names."
Their commanding officer pointed to Seth first. "You will be called 'Heat Surfer'."
Seth was already liking the name, thinking it was "cool" in a way.
He then moved onto the next one, Argoroth. He looked up at the tall beast and quickly came up with a suiting name. "You will be called 'Behemoth'."
The large man took the name partially as an insult, but took the name without second thought.
The next person, Azura, was a bit fearful of their new leader already. She wanted to keep her name, but knew she wasn't able to regardless.
"You will be called 'Reaper'."
The name was suiting, and she had nothing against it. She hatd the idea of losing her name, but was satisfied that her name provoked fear among possible many.
Kaya awaited her name. She had no second thoughts about it, but she hoped it wasn't something undignifying. When Spearhead approached her, she held her breath.
"You will be called 'Gunslinger'."
As he passed her by, she let go of her breath and was satisfied to have the name.
Spearhead stood in front of them, looking at their faces. He noticed dismay, disappointment, and a sense of anger. He ignored the feelings they expressed through their facial appearance, and introduced himself appropriately,
"You have been given your names, now you will know mine. I am Spearhead, and you will call me by either that or by 'sir'. My rank is unimportant to myself and to you, so you will not know of it. I want nothing out of you except one thing: a complete assignment. If you are given a mission, it is your duty to complete it with great effectiveness. Your life is nothing when compared to the missions ahead, so I expect you to have no fear in dying when the time comes. Dismissed."