James Hoagland
"AN ANGEL ON THE VERGE OF CREATION. A MAN AT THE EDGE OF REDEMPTION."
GENERAL INFO:
Name: James Hoagland
Serial Number: 2662
Citizenship Number: 206+5814
Assigned Squadron/Division: Division Leader of Able Squad/Head of the American Division
Positions: Frontline Man
Specials: Sniper
VITAL STATS:
Height: 5ft, 8in
Weight: 148 lbs.
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Equipment:
Gun: 1.) A Modified Tracer: Pre-Maverick, Rifled Barrel, Ruby Scope with Internal Laser Sight, With Custom Thermal Grip, 250 Ball Feeder, and 9 Ounce Tank 2.) P.G.P. With Custom Thermal Grips 3.) Alley cat semi-auto, rifled barrel, silencer, and 200 ball feeder, with 7 ounce tank. 4.) Piranha STS
Armor: Rap Around Face Guard With Sniper Camo on in. Blast pad chest and back guards. Knee and Shin guards to protect from sliding and rocks.
Uniform: Standard issue military pants and shirt
WHAT JAMES LIKES TO BRING WITH HIM:
Tool Box with enough tools to fix many types of guns, Standard Military issue M.R.E.s for lunch
WHY JAMES CREATE THE U.O.F.?:
WHAT DOES JAMES DO FOR THE U.O.F.?:
Number one: I organize the attacks and defense of all operations. Number two: Support, defend, and protect everyone in the Federation at all cost.
BATTLE CRY:
"Whats up now Bitch!!"
PERSONAL QUOTE:
"I have aged twenty years in these last hours. Spilled blood and shattered bodies. Formations scatter in confusion, spreading the seeds of fear. The black spells of sorcery draining life. The clamour of blade against blade and blade against bone. Strongholds disintegrate into bloodsoaked Earth. The stench of battle. The stillness creeping in on Death's shoulders. AM I COUNTED AMONG THE LIVING?
"You're an angel. your name is "Malachi." That's ancient herbrew for "Bad Ass Mother!"
"A tiger hunts best when it's hungry, and I'm starving"
"WHAT I'M ALL ABOUT!"
