No, I'm not scared, just nervous. I'm always nervous.
This poor destitute soul appears to be an abandoned character, but their creator chose not to give them up for adoption. They now roam their universe with no true purpose. How terribly depressing...
Mission Name: Adam Mical
Codename: Twitch
Rank: Warrant Officer
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Nationality: Sargasso - Russian
Race: Caucasian
Team: November
Position: Technical, electronic, mechanical and vehicular Support
Description: Twitch is tall and lanky, his arms and legs seeming too long. He is wiry, muscles pulling his pale skin taunt. His dirt-blonde hair ties back into a pony tail that extends down to the small of his back and frames and rather square face. A small beard grows upon his angular jaw. Ugly scar tissue dominates his right shoulder and upper chest as an indicator of a serious burn. He also is missing a part of his right lung as memoir, a clone did not take and he can function pretty much the same without it. His blue eyes constantly flicker and he can never remain still for very long, his spindly fingers always needing something to do. He speaks in a smooth baritone, with slight undertones of a Russian accent adding a little bit of character.
Personality: Twitch, for lack of a real name, is never at ease. He only seems to have a moment of peace while he sleeps, although even then he is prone to fidgeting. While not paranoid he is insistent that anything could happen at any time and is always ready to act. This wears constantly at his nerves and he is is easily spooked and overly cautious in uncertain situations. Yet where he is comfortable, on or off the battlefield he can easily overcome his caution and his energetic nature is a boon rather then a curse. His reactions and actions are razor fast and precise, mind and body used to working overtime. He can learn and take in information quickly, making field repairs more viable.
He isn't the most skilled fighter, although an itchy trigger finger and quick reactions help with firearms and he is a decent aim. Up close he is a trained martial artist, he wouldn't be a member of *censored* if he couldn't hold his own in combat. He was originally a damn good pilot, better then almost all his contemporaries. This skill passes on to almost any vehicle within the UNSC, even if he hasn't used it before he can pick up quickly enough. He also has a decent knowledge of the bells and whistles that keep his vehicles running and can work on them himself, although not as good as a proper mechanic he is certainly more useful in a combat situation.
Equipment:
He generally wears loose dark trousers accompanied by a white, generally crumpled, loose shirt. There is hardly anything unusual about his adornments, a piercing in his left lobe and his plain clothes obscuring his body suit. In cooler conditions he settles for thermal leggings and a thermal jacket. The jacket is layered against most conventional sensors and contains a number of additional, less vital tools.
History:
*Censored - Authorization: Alpha Black*