Disciple
Dr. What
NAME: BG-4463
FACTION: First Order
RANK: Sergeant
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 18
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 6' 1''
WEIGHT: 186 lbs
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Blonde
SKIN: White
FORCE SENSITIVE: Negative
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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES :
+ Spartan: BG is part of the first batch of 'bred for war' troopers to be sent to the White Wolves. Kidnapped at a young enough age he retains no memories of home, he was quite literally raised to do one thing - restore order to the galaxy; through force if necessary.
+ Corpsman, up!: He carries the heavy gun, but he also carries the medkit. If you can be saved, he'll do his best, if not... well, a blaster bolt can be 'medicine' too.
- Brainwashed: He may be good at shooting things, but he lacks personality, and often sees situations solely in regards to his orders. The First Order and the Supreme Leader are everything, and the rest? So much chaff.
- Xenophobic: Aggressively xenophobic. If you're an alien, he's going to hate you without qualm. His reason? You aren't human. Disgusting things, aliens.
APPEARANCE:
Assuming he's ever to be seen without armor and helmet, BG looks every bit the teenager he is. He may be built for war - and has the lean muscle to show for it - but he's still got boyishly bright features. His eyes are almost aggressively blue and his hair, when grown, a brilliant blonde. He's slightly over average height, maintains his weight as he's supposed to, and marches with the stiff back of a man with a rod stuck where the sun don't shine.
Got the personality to match, too.
BIOGRAPHY:
Born on [redacted], BG has proven a remarkable study of the FWMB-10 repeating blaster. He also has an aptitude for human biology and physiology, though his actual training only extends to surface level battlefield trauma care. The soldier has been trained to get anyone on their feet who is capable of being on their feet, and the rest are to be terminated so their resources can be put to use elsewhere; ammunition, rations, weapon.
Not the best way to handle the wounded, admittedly, but it was his idea. First Order, First. That's apparently the motto he's adopted here as he's reached his teenage years. Maybe the indoctrination took a bit better than we expected. Perhaps this was the plan all along. Either way, he's being assigned to the White Wolves as their newest Sergeant. Who knows if they'll put him in charge of others or if they'll test drive him with others.
Not my circus. Hopefully he's the product they wanted, though. It'll be my arse otherwise.
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