Name: Ethan Kent McCarran
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Ethnicity: Caucasian/ descended from Spanish immigrants.
Former employment: U.S Marine 23rd Recon division. He held the rank of Chief Master Sergeant.

Looks: He is the standard Marine build. He’s buff enough that he can get his job done, but he also know all too well that being to built is a thing, so he’s has dropped a few pounds. He often wears his old Marine camo and BDUs with the exception of the Kevlar helmet. He is 5`11, had blue eyes that have dulled with the age. He has rather shaggy brown hair and tanned skin. He wears a dog tag around his neck, a cross, and a lucky brand. He has one tattoo on his back that reads “Moriatur anima mea in acervo aere et sanguine hostium” that translates to “Let me die in a pile of brass and in the blood of my foes” He also wears a black ring on his right ring finger that is a reminder of his unit.

Bio: Ethan grew up in Florida back before the gladers took over. When he was 17, he lied about his age and joined the Marines. He spent 5 years with them before the take over and when the US military fell apart and put out the order that all soldiers are to stop hostile action against them. He and his platoon went AWOL and went underground. For the last 2 years, he has been with them. 3 months prior to the events of this RP, he and his unit were separated and he left alone when they fled from a glader ambush.
He has become a loner and does not talk much. He has a slight death wish and would rather die than become a glader. He also still holds a place for the marine code in his heart, and still operates under his rank of chief master sergeant.


Tools of his trade:
Primary ranged weapon: L96a2 sniper rifle chambered to fire 7.62 armor piercing rounds
Secondary ranged weapon: M16a3 assault rifle firing the same rounds as his sniper.
Sidearm: Smith and Wesson 357 magnum snub nose revolver.
Blade: 10 inch folded carbon steel combat knife.