Post a little back story for your character. I like to read people's creativity. Personal Profile Name: [b]Classified[/b] [u]Race[/u]: Awoken [u]Age[/u]: [b]Classified[/b] [u]Service Record[/u]: [b]Classified[/b] [u]Psychological Report[/u]: Subject seems to have post war outburst. He has been in several fights leading to arrest in the inner city with humans. Says it is due to racial slurs. The subject does not seem to have the will to focus on simple task and would rather find a way out of them. Talking with subject has been unproductive. It would seem he keeps to himself about everything and does not release information regarding war between the Fallen Houses and the Queen of the rift. Motor skills are beyond exceptional along side of shooting skill. However, ship piloting has proven unsuccessful and it is recommended that he not fly. End Report [u]Interview[/u] They asked me what it was like. To drift in space. To see the universe for what it truly was, a galactic graveyard. Before that day I was known for my sniping. I could snipe the head off a cabal 10 miles away. Before that day I was allowed access to places unseen by many for centuries. Before that day I was apart of our, I mean the Queen's elite squad. I ran with the fallen for years before I was recognized for my skills by her majesty. She saw me as her own flesh and blood taking me under her wing. Teaching me the history of the Awoken and how we came to be. She showed me combat skills I once viewed as impossible. But growing up after that became much harder. 4 years after being taken in by the Queen I was assigned to kill a priest who we dealt [b]Classified[/b] with. I was told nothing but where he would be and how fast they wanted the job done. Being the now well trained soldier I was not a question arose. I completed my task within 2 Earth days. I'll never forget that feeling. The silence while I aimed down sight trying to find the perfect shot. The feeling of my finger slowly constricting onto the trigger. All of it lead up to one bullet, one shot and one priest with no head. I returned to the throne room where I was congratulated for a job well done. Little did I know that one mission, the beginning of my career, was also the beginning of a war. You see the Queen had got word that a couple of the houses had gotten together wanting to over throw her. They believed she was enslaving their kind so she could have an army that would not lose her the people who worship her. Turns out the rumor was true. From the day I got back I was immediately put into a special training course. This training was preparing me and 5 others to be apart of the Queen's elite squad. The training lasted 3 years. 3 years with a war at the front door of the fallen while we waited for our time to rise. To show what we were taught and make the fallen regret ever mentioning turning our Queen. When the training was up we immediately headed for battle on the front lines. Within moments we had arrived. Fresh meat for the enemy with only past experience and training under our belt. None of us had ever been in a war. We had no clue what to expect. But when we arrived at the first checkpoint I looked out onto the battle field just to see what I had feared. Carnage. This was nothing compared to what I was used to. I had only been on a few dozen squad missions when I was growing up, and my only solo mission was a simple task. I started to think about the war stories the Queen had once told me. I wondered if there was ever a soldier like me that had survived those wars. I wondered if I could survive. But then a voice came over my thoughts. If was the Queen's brother asking who in charge for my squad. I stood back hoping to not be noticed only to be called out by a member of my fireteam. At that moment I could feel all the eyes in the camp stare into me. Do you know what it's like to feel over a hundred eyes bearing into your skull? It's the worst feeling you could ever feel. I was called to the front where I was given..... You know, you don't need to hear about all that. I may not be with the Queen anymore but I still keep her secrets. I believe what you seek is at the end of this story. After the blood shed and torture. So there I was, in my ship headed back to the fleet with my fireteam. We had just annihilated one of the House of Devil's armies. We were doing what every soldier does during war. Talking about what we'd do after the war. The other 5 of my fireteam had decided to resign from their position once the war was over. They tried to talk me out of staying in. They had told me stories of the Queen and her brother. How they take advantage of their soldiers' lives as if they were puppets. But I had stayed with them for so long that I was blinded from the truth. Not even a second had passed after I had finally had enough of their talk and demanded them to stop or they would be reported as traitors of the crown when the first of us had been shot down. The next two went down at the same time leaving three of us. We search all around us to see what it could be doing this but all we could see was debris. When one of my men had checked our location to see if we slipped behind enemies line he said the one thing that sent me into confusion. He told us we had made it to the Rift. I couldn't understand anything after that. The six of us had made it home. We should have been safe yet something was happening. I began to lose my control over myself. I couldn't think straight. No enemy had ever crossed into the rift without dealing with the Queen's guard. As my mind went rampant I could hear what left of my team asking what to do. But I simply could not answer them. I was mute. Next thing I know it was just two of us. Then it came into sight. As my final fireteam member was shot down I saw the ships commanded by the queen. I saw them shoot her down like she was a dreg. I scanned for the frequency they used and when I finally reached it the only thing I could hear was our Queen giving the order to shoot me down. Then everything went black. When I had awoke from what seemed to be a nightmare I realized it was reality. I was tumbling in space like a cabal down a hill. I drifted in space for what seemed like eternity to finally see a ship. My communication was still working but I couldn't trust it. What if it was a Queen's guard looking to make sure they had finished the job. But then I saw a symbol. One I had never seen before. It was a symbol for you call New Monarchy. They happen to have a route that passes the outer rim of the rift where I had ended up. I switch my communication on and scanned until I reached their frequency. When I reached it I waited and listened. I needed to make sure I could trust it. That's when I heard his voice, Executor Hideo that is. I called out for help. I told them I was badly injured with no clue how long I had been drifting. They picked me up and started questioning me immediately. I told them everything. More than I'm telling you. When I got to the part where the Queen's guard had shot me down they asked me why they would do that. The only thing I could think of was the matter of classified information that I knew. They took a while to gaining my trust but I could tell it was the same way for them. Luckily they brought me back to their headquarters and informed me of what they stood for. They asked if I had skills. I told them about my experience with recon and quick killing. They presented me with a job. To be member of NWECS, that stands for New Monarchy Executor Control Squad. I accepted the job quickly and have never looked back. Well that's my story. Thanks for the drink friend. Maybe next time I'll buy the drinks and you talk.