Sexuality: Heterosexual Specialty: Reconnaissance and Expert Marksman Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Strength Enhancement:
From being manufactured his species are stronger and more resilient than many others.
Agility Enhancement:
They are fast,nimble and made to be flexible for close quarter fighting.
Vision Enhancement
The unit Weslow was made for has an improved sight enhancement for taking out long distant targets and recon.
Weaknesses
Dosing:
From being manufactured they all must consistently take several supplements everyday or their bodies will start to breakdown.
Limit:
Although they are made to fight, they are not made to last. This however, varies depending on what they are doing. Heavy combat will wear them down quicker while stealth operations, or in Wesās case long distance sniping, will not. Pushing the limit will most likely result in death.
Pairs:
Sanāi are made in pairs. When one dies the other is scheduled to be decommissioned. This is because the two have a psychological tie allowing them to share thoughts to increase effectivity in combat because of this when one dies this tie is never broken. This fault makes the remaining pair suffer from occasional blackouts, full body shut downs and seizures. Something that Wes has been suffering.
Loner - Confidant - Paranoid - Patient - Stoic
Likes
Combat:It may just be from his making but Wes loves a good fight.
Hard Targets:Nothing pleases him more than doing something others can not.
Friendly Competition:Thereās nothing wrong with a little friendly wager.
Dislikes
Handouts:The only way heāll accept anything is if he earned it. Same should go for everyone else.
Cowardice: There is no point to it and if you have an ounce of it then you shouldn't be here.
His Past: He finds his past depressing and hates reliving it.
Fears
Being Found:Though it may just be his paranoia Weslow thinks it is best that his people never know where he is in fear that they will do what they tried to do years ago.
Morons:He doesnāt like when people waste his time. He also doesnāt like when theyāre too dumb to notice how dumb theyāre being.
Quiet:Wes has always had something going on his head and with his partner gone things are too quiet so to fill the void he is constantly playing something in the background.
History:
Weslow was not his given name, the San'i do not have names they have a serial number. In his case S13-32-510-A, Soldier in unit thirteen, number thirty-two thousand, row five hundred and ten, row A. He comes from a highly technological race that only see the San'i as mere objects, having the ability to be constantly replaced at a low cost and low maintenance. Weslow's unit was specifically made to be a soldier, what type of soldier was not decided until they were fully grown and capable. Although they are all made the same other members can be developed for an entirely different reason from an engineer to a doctor to a political advisor. The means are all the same, the ways are quite different. In his unit they were given several enhancements that they found were needed for genetically altered soldiers. As they grew in their pods the enhancements physically altered them giving them a lean, muscular tone and a slightly taller height than humans. From being in a darkened environment for most of their lives they all have a pale skin tone that can have tinges of yellow, green and occasionally blue coloration most noticeably in the face. They also do not age once they hit maturity. This does not mean they are immortal however. Over the years their bodies start to reject the supplements and they are taken to be recycled. If they are not recycled they simply start to decompose which only takes around an hour to complete.
When San'i are being developed they are made in a pair of two, the equivalent to a sibling relationship, one was a male and the other a female. From this a psychological tie is created for easier coordination skills and improved teamwork. Weslow and his partner were on a delicate mission in the outer reaches of space. She was supposed to infiltrate an enemy base and steal classified documents while he was on overwatch a long ways back. Everything was fine until the leader returned ahead of schedule. A fight ensued, the alarm rang and she was she was captured. They took her to the courtyard, probably in case he couldn't see and they shot her. That moment was the most excruciating time of his life. As hers ended a sharp pain surged through his head, the severing of the tie.
He knew that with it gone he would have to be reassigned. He didn't find out that it meant his death until he was making his way to the offices. He was surrounded by several security guards while in the elevator and he put the pieces together, they wouldn't need this much security unless someone was going to resist and they thought right. In several swift yet fierce strikes he took down the five guards, stole one of their uniforms and rushed to his quarters, packing up anything he found important, luckily for him it was only a picture. With that he boarded a outward bound shipping rig and never looked back. It wasn't until several years later that he wanted to go back to fighting, it was he was he made for and being apart was a fate worse than death. He joined up with the Federation a year after its formation going under the moniker Weslow Rykes to not draw too much attention from his people, plus he found it was much simpler to go by. With his advanced skills he managed to impress some higher ups and even got the nickname Breaker from when he was sparring and with one fluid kick broke the two fighters jaws.
After a couple of years he managed to make his way up to Lieutenant Commander and with the newly founded U.S.S. Warhammer he made his way onto the crew as a recon sniper. If they were going to run into anything he wanted a lay of the land beforehand. With his skills he can easily trek land and make notes of interests. Plus it was a good change of pace when compared to always being on overwatch in the heat of battle.
His Ship
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His Gun