Name: Alan Wolfsheim

Gender: Male

Species: Gen-alt Human (looks part canine, part feline)

Height: 6'6

Weight: 100 kg (145 kg with armor and weapons)

Age: 29

Build: Lean but powerful

Eye Color: Burgundy-red

Hair Color and Style: Short cropped black hair, clean-shaven face.

Heritage: Untraceable after multiple gene-splicing experiments

Homeworld: Tritan (Jupiter Moon)

Appearance: Created to be the perfect soldier, he is build to fit military specifications. His strength far surpasses his looks, his muscle and bone structure enhanced to carry enormous loads.

Personality: His personality developed over time, having no initial personality. He has become an abrasive loud mouth, cynical even in his best moods. He is constantly modifying any weapon he can, including his grenades. He has become kinder since being drafted into the squad, but still tinkers.

Weapons Compliment: Two SMG pistols with alternating armor piercing rounds and explosive rounds. He also has a rocket launcher, and a double compliment of grenades. His backpack contains ammo and various explosive charges.

AI appearance and personality: Alan's AI, know as Desirè is as intelligent as Alan is ruthless. She has a built in hard drive killer and system control program. She is built to hack any system and is nearly impossible to stop or destroy. Her AI image is unique as well. Her outfit appears as a mix elegance and combat attire. Desirè is kind when kindness is logical and fierce when it is logical and so on.

Background: Alan's life was easily described as one word: failure. He met average standards and never excelled at one thing in particular. His parents had been very open about showing their disappointment in him, and so at 18 he joined an experimental project off-world. They attempted to explain what would happen but they used words he couldn't understand. They gave rigourous training, stimulants, and injections. Alan became ill and they were forced to freeze him for years.

When he thawed he was completely different. The man Alan had been was gone. In its place was a cold, emotionless powerhouse. Most of his DNA had been he written, including that which influenced his brain patterns. He understood everything they could, and so they gave him a few weapons and gave him a "test run"

He failed, because he was too good.

He had killed everything, friend or foe, and was eventually stopped by his replacements; the V's that he had been a prototype for. He signed on, a trade of cooperation for his life. Given armor, his AI, and his favorite weapons he was ready.