05-04-2015, 03:55 AM
Name: Han-jae
Age: 24
Description: Tall and lean and lithe; he has solid black hair cropped short, high cheekbones, and alert dark eyes. He smiles broadly and often, is clean-shaven, and has more than a few thin scars crisscrossing his body and face; some are surgical, others are shrapnel.
Role: (either soldier or breeder) Soldier
Rank: (for soldiers only) Specialist (ordnance division)
Han-jae is proud of his skills at blowing things up, and has never told his story the same way twice. He was transferred in to the San Diego tower from the Shanghai tower (which is where he enlisted at age 17), and got there from what was left of the Seoul tower after it suffered a few structural failures that necessitated a lot of emergency rebuilding and some partial evacuation. He's done fairly well as a soldier, and seems to be quite satisfied with his work, although when he gets bored at base, he tends to learn interesting things ("Interesting things. For instance, I'm not allowed to mount a bayonet on a crew-served weapon, I'm not authorized to prescribe any form of medication, I am not allowed to tell an officer I am smarter than he is even if I'm right....") He has a living sister, somewhere, and speaks surprisingly good English.
Han-jae was still at work, although they'd let him out of his suit; the new weaponry and armored suits being transferred into the artillery and equipment lockers needed to be looked over for damage. The lean ordnance specialist was one of the people on duty checking sidearms, removing ammunition, and registering them back in for cleaning and maintenance. Mind-numbing, certainly, but it needed to be done, and if you averaged one day of this out against one day of disintegrating Sovereign running screaming at you with the intention of carving out most of your tender squishy internal organs, it sort of balanced out somehow. The military was an odd place, although there certainly hadn't been many choices for someone like him. He found the presence of the little breeder kind of cute; the boy looked like Carter's pet.
Age: 24
Description: Tall and lean and lithe; he has solid black hair cropped short, high cheekbones, and alert dark eyes. He smiles broadly and often, is clean-shaven, and has more than a few thin scars crisscrossing his body and face; some are surgical, others are shrapnel.
Role: (either soldier or breeder) Soldier
Rank: (for soldiers only) Specialist (ordnance division)
Han-jae is proud of his skills at blowing things up, and has never told his story the same way twice. He was transferred in to the San Diego tower from the Shanghai tower (which is where he enlisted at age 17), and got there from what was left of the Seoul tower after it suffered a few structural failures that necessitated a lot of emergency rebuilding and some partial evacuation. He's done fairly well as a soldier, and seems to be quite satisfied with his work, although when he gets bored at base, he tends to learn interesting things ("Interesting things. For instance, I'm not allowed to mount a bayonet on a crew-served weapon, I'm not authorized to prescribe any form of medication, I am not allowed to tell an officer I am smarter than he is even if I'm right....") He has a living sister, somewhere, and speaks surprisingly good English.
Han-jae was still at work, although they'd let him out of his suit; the new weaponry and armored suits being transferred into the artillery and equipment lockers needed to be looked over for damage. The lean ordnance specialist was one of the people on duty checking sidearms, removing ammunition, and registering them back in for cleaning and maintenance. Mind-numbing, certainly, but it needed to be done, and if you averaged one day of this out against one day of disintegrating Sovereign running screaming at you with the intention of carving out most of your tender squishy internal organs, it sort of balanced out somehow. The military was an odd place, although there certainly hadn't been many choices for someone like him. He found the presence of the little breeder kind of cute; the boy looked like Carter's pet.