Code Name: Chernobyl
Name: Alexander Hellion
Age: 22
Hometown: ????
Alignment: Neutral
Hobby: Reading
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Psycho Soldier
Strengths: Excellent Martial Skill
Weaknesses: Overconfident
Height: 6"1'
Weight: 175lbs.
Build: Toned and well muscled
Hair: Black and medium length, hanging down in bangs over his face
Eyes: Deep brown, almost black
Skin: Medium Brown
Handedness: Right handed
Scars: Multiple bullet and knife wound scars across his torso and extremedies
Tattoos: None
Basic Description: Chernobyl is a tall, dark man in the prime of life. He is well-built with a fair amount of musculature and tone along with a good amount of scarring. The man's face is fairly average, with a two deed cresents under his eyes being the only things of note. As for facial hair, Chernobyl sports a thin gotee.

Equipment: Tavor TA-21 Assault rifle with a 30 round magazine and two extra mags.
Flick Knife, an 8-inch compactable knife made of steel lined with a carbon compact(for punching through that pesky armor!).
Four AN-M14 TH3 Incendiary Hand Grenades with a 4 second fuse and a four meter blast radius. Molten iron explosive.
Two M84 Stun Grenades with a 2 second fuse and a 3 meter blast radius. A concussive blast of sound, force and light.

Powers: Due to modifications in the frontal lobe of the brain, Chernobyl has attained psychic abilities to a degree. The first and most easily accessed is a moderate level of psychokinesis, able to lift a maximum of one thousand pounds. This can manifest as a simple push, lift or any simple movement. His second prominent ability is that of kinetic buffering, which is the emission of psionic energy in short bursts that counters kinetic energy. In short, it can reduce the amount of damage taken by a physical attack to a degree proportional to the amount of psionic energy expended. Chernobyl's last set of psychic abilities come into the form of boosting physical attributes via psionic energy.

Primary Outfit: A clean white undershirt, camo-print army pants and a pair of black boots. A belt holds the grenades. That's pretty much it.

Most Prized Possession: The dogtags of his former allies.

Likes: Women, animals
Dislikes: Cruelty,
Life's Ambition: To be a hero
Crippling Fear: To be totally alone
Mannerisms: Nothing out of the ordinary
Superstitions: None
Positive Characteristics: Friendly, Postive outlook on life
Negative Characteristics: Cocky, Overanalyzes things
Family: None
Friends: A couple soldiers, that's it
Quote: "Just try and take me down. I dare you."

Background Info: WIP