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Name: Jesse “Smith” Phillips

Age: 23

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Starting Planet: Earth

Profession: Soldier

Fighting Style: Smith believes that every man should be able to do the job of his fellows if need be and his fighting style reflects this. Though not a master of any one combat style or weapons system, Jesse has learned enough from a wide selection to be proficient should the time arise for him to use them. As such, he often chooses a balanced combat stance until he can study his foe and come up with an appropriate counter.

Short Bio: A metropolis like South City can be hard for a young boy without a father or mother. In his early years, the young Phillips was taken in by a small-time street gang known for its hatred of extraterrestrials. The group known as H.A.I.T.S., or Humanity Against Interference from The Stars, raised Jesse to be a likeminded member and rose to prominence in the area over the years. Once he was old enough, they requested Jesse join the Earth Defense Forces in a plan to use the training he would receive to more effectively eliminate unwanteds from their city. However Smith, as he was nicknamed, ended up befriending and eventually falling in love with an alien named M’Ilia.

A year after marriage they had their first child, and shortly thereafter his old gang came to pay him a visit. Having learned of Jesse’s betrayal of their cause, they broke the man and forced him to watch as they ravaged his wife before murdering her and his child. The emotional trauma pushed Phillips over the edge. A previously unknown power erupted in him, allowing Smith to use the metallic objects in the house to exact his retribution. However, the exertion put on his body from using this power rendered Smith unconscious and when next he awoke he was handcuffed to a hospital bed.

After a lengthy trial, the courts found Jesse innocent of the charges of murder for the gang members, citing emotional trauma, and requested he spend some time in an institute. The year spent within the organization was the longest of Smith’s life as his only thoughts were of revenge against those who had taken his world away and his nights were hellish memories of that fateful day. However, it seemed that the military was not yet finished with the young man and a suited individual paid him a visit one day. He offered an early release in exchange for a military contract, which Smith readily accepted.

General Description:

Starting Abilities: Metal Binding, Mimic

Trait: Pack Mentality

Stats:
• Strength - 25%
• Focus - 25%
• Endurance - 25%
• Agility - 25%

Roleplay Sample:

M’Ilia. An angel sent from the stars. A beautiful vision more radiant than the sun and dearer than life. Her blue skin glistened in the soft light and her scent filled the room. She laughed, the sound of love itself, and her long head-tendrils waved slowly back and forth. As Smith took her into his arms, he knew that no matter what happened; as long as she was there he would never have a single regret. Past M’Ilia’s shoulder, their young child waddled closer enclosing their legs in her own embrace. J’sska. So like her mother, excepting that she had light brown hair instead of the tendrils. That little girl would one day have her pick of young men and then Smith would have his hands full beating them off of her. As the light shone down of the three, Jesse felt at peace.

In an instant, all that changed. Jesse was ripped away from his loved ones by hideous paws, more beast than man. Tentacles bound him foot to head and then he remembered. He screamed out to his family to run as he struggled futilely against his restraints. It was too late. The monsters had arrived and his world came crashing down to the sounds of terrified cries, horrid laughter, and the sobs of a woman and child.

“M’Ilia!”

A cold sweat soaked the sheets as Smith awoke with a start. A form beside him moved, laying a hand upon his thigh. Bright blue eyes gazed up at Jesse, a smile forming on rosebud lips. She laughed softly, nothing compared to the beauty of M’Ilia’s laugh, but beautiful in its own way.

“Did you have a nightmare, sweetie?” she giggled again, moving a lock of hair from her face, “ It’s ok, let Heather make you feel better.”

Normally, the woman’s advances would be more than welcome in Jesse’s bed, but he would have none of it tonight.

“Get out,” he said softly, staring holes into the ceiling.

“Excuse me?!” was the reply, and this time there was no sultry tone to Heather’s voice. She sat up, the sheet shifting to reveal her endowment which Jesse scarcely noticed in his state. Still staring directly ahead and trying to chase away memories, he spoke softly yet again.

“You remind me too much of my wife.”

“YOU’RE MARRIED?!”

Spots danced in Smith’s vision before he could so much reply and the sound of a door slamming reached him before they cleared. He could feel each individual finger in the print that was surely turning red on his cheek. Still, he had to wonder how the woman could have missed his ring, even in the admittedly dark lighting of the bar he had picked her up in. Raising his hand, he studied the metal circle in the near pitch-black of his bedroom. He wore it still; a reminder that he had unfinished business with his old ‘friends’ back home. It would have to wait, though. In the morning a man would arrive to take him to his first assignment since his time in the asylum. It was a bum gig, he knew. Who knew how many years of service just for the chance to return home. A slim chance at that, considering the sorts of missions they were likely to put a recent asylum resident into. But it was the best chance he had.

Running fingers through his matted and damp hair, Jesse sighed and rolled over. He needed rest for the day to come, even if he did know that sleep would not come to him that night. A peaceful night just wasn’t in the cards for him any more.

[Vad]

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