Post by kyrel on May 14, 2014 15:01:54 GMT -5
Name: Kyrel Broford
Sex: Male
Age: Information Undisclosed
Occupation: Information undisclosed. U.B.C.S Lieutenant.
Weapons: M4A1 stock. SIG Pro SP2009. Tactical Knife.
Equipment: Balaclava with tactical goggles. Black combat boots, black-colored fatigue pants, a black fatigue shirt. A drop leg holster, and a tactical vest.
Abilities: None
Weaknesses: None
Appearance: Kyrel's appearance was always kept a secret by Umbrella Co. His face always covered by a balaclava his gear covering the rest of his body, it was obvious that he had taken care of covering his identity. He always sports a professional look and seems apt to always seem prepared. Looking at him anyone would deem him to know what he does, he wears the U.B.C.S patch proudly on his left arm patch. In other words he looked like a perfect little soldier for Umbrella, exactly like the others, not standing out, someone easily sacrificed.
Personality: Kyrel was always a soldier to stand out, his first large scale operation after 3 years of service was the raccoon city outbreak. That operation knocked out most of his human sense out of his mind, he understood that day that he was lucky to have made it out because he was someone talented. After that day he had become a captain within the force of the U.B.C.S, always feeling detached from his troops he knew he couldn't get attached because he knew also they were pawns in a much larger chest board. Someone it seemed he thought that his superiors knew that, and he played along like a pro. Down the road, he is very professional he keeps his cool in most situation, telling himself that he has always seen something worse.
History: His story began back when he was ten years old, the young boy joined the army cadets. Eight year's later, with an equivalent of four years of military service in the Canadian-force the young boy enlisted. He was backed by higher ups because of his genius, it was obvious that he would make it far. Honestly, he didn't. One day a man garbed in black walked to his military base located in Valcatier, Canada Quebec, after that day he knew he was getting transfered to a private military service located in the United states. He didn't complain, he knew the pay was much better and it made him feel special a little, he hadn't gotten attached to anybody in his corps. He didn't feel like he was using his full potential within the highly regulated Canadian military.
Surprisingly enough the young man was sent into special training, to fight of unarmed attackers that would attack him in mass. He didn't know what to expect actually, would he be fighting against riots of some sorts? He decided not to ask questions on that day, another recruit asked them for him, a much more curious person, not that he wasn't but he had learned through experience that asking questions didn't always get you the truth, as a matter of fact, that person was fired within the same month. With some time and much patience some trust was given to the recruit and he was given his badge and position, an U.B.C.S recruit.
Formally within the ranks of the U.B.C.S the information was given to him, about what they would fight, they were given a very complicated name at first, something resumed to B.o.W
some people within his squad called them zombies, he preferred their official name, B.o.W seemed fine to him, much more professional. He spent much time training with his squad.
Time passed and some minor assignments were given to him, they felt like tests actually he was monitored in uncontrolled environments, bested every challenge from the Tyrant virus to the G-Virus, he was good and they noticed it, most of his former squad had died, not because they did not listen to their captain, but because they weren't good enough, he survived, his best defense against the most powerful enemies was the corpse of his former ally. ''Can't cut clean through him while I'm shooting you can you'' With that and patience he uninfected a very minor controlled outbreak made to test his and his allies abilities to control the squad through a chaotic environment.
The test he lived were harder every time, he knew more people than he was selected every time, some made it from time to time with him, but he didn't get to see them again, he saw ranges of strange creatures within his tests, and every time he was suggested not to talk about them, his life was controlled but he didn't dislike it, he was made to follow orders and as long as he kept them he knew he would live a wonderful life when he was not on the field.
Time passed, and when the corporation deemed him ready they gave him a level 6 access code, which gave him access to all umbrella facilities except the labs, extra funds and resources throughout the world, a good pension and a life insurance for the family he wouldn't have. They gave him a rank very few had, it didn't really have a name but his role would be to be sent out in uncontrolled area's and dispatch uncontrolled powerful B.o.W, that was his job, to fight the biggest, strongest monsters the company had to test in controlled environment, if something was out of control, him and a small squad would be sent out to take care of the problem. Luckily for them they were also supplied with information regarding the creation in most cases.
Introduction: A phone called woke up Kyrel that morning, it was about four in the morning, he knew what that could be, clearing his throat he answered like he hadn't been sleeping.
"Yes?" He simply answered knowing the rest of the phone call would shortly follow. A female voice rang from the other side of the phone.
"Lieutenant, you are requested for a meeting at the usual place, come as a civilian." Her voice was the usual one, and without word Kyrel got up from his four hour sleep closed his phone and got dressed up, she gave no time, which means he was waited on now, but he wasn't in trouble because he hadn't been warned of said meeting.
Going to his usual meeting place, in the middle of a large grass park named after the raccoon city sport's team, the raccoon park. A man waited for him there files in his hands, the lieutenant walked up to him and sat down besides him.
"Morning" The other man greeted him with a grim look on his face, gave him the files, stood up and walked away like the devil was on his shoes. Which was weird because this was an official meeting. Kyrel stood up walked back home before opening the files, he knew he could be watched from anywhere within the vicinity. Back at his house, the man sat at his table before opening the file, the first words he could read was. "This file is for the eyes of Lieutenant Kyrel Broford, if you are not this person destroy the files immediately. This was a first, a little mark of surprise appeared on his face and he turned away the first page and started reading.
The paper were regarding a mission going to take part within the raccoon city vicinity, he didn't enjoy the start of it, what little things he loved in the world were all in this city. Starting his lecture of the files Kyrel started to shake reading these words were insane, a perimeter was being erected around the city by the umbrella corp, leaded by the U.B.C.S. Shortly nobody would be able to leave the city, something in him urged him to leave but he wanted to read what his mission was. He kept on reading, trying to look for a reason why there would be an outbreak within the city, and there was no explaining, which meant it wasn't for him to know what caused it. Soon after reading the third page, on got onto the fourth, the last page always explained what his role would be in the large scale machine called Umbrella.
''You are assigned to eliminate any threat that would oppose itself to the B.o.W within the city perimeter for the next 22 hours, after which you will be evacuated." He knew what that meant, that meant killing humans...
After reading the file someone knocked on the door, he didn't know who it was so he picked his side arm and went to open the door, concealing the weapon with the door itself, it was Fedex, he knew well they didn't deliver at this time, they gave him a box. Thanking the delivery person Kyrel closed the door and opened the box on the spot, he could see a small briefcase.
Two green vials could be seen inside with a paper signed umbrella, written on it: Umbrella wishes you luck. Cursing to himself he prepared for what would soon happen.
He never spoke of that dreadful day, but he is still here to know about it and umbrella had gotten him out of there on the final hours of the outbreak. He believes he had proven himself to be a valuable asset. When they picked him up the vials had been used..
Sex: Male
Age: Information Undisclosed
Occupation: Information undisclosed. U.B.C.S Lieutenant.
Weapons: M4A1 stock. SIG Pro SP2009. Tactical Knife.
Equipment: Balaclava with tactical goggles. Black combat boots, black-colored fatigue pants, a black fatigue shirt. A drop leg holster, and a tactical vest.
Abilities: None
Weaknesses: None
Appearance: Kyrel's appearance was always kept a secret by Umbrella Co. His face always covered by a balaclava his gear covering the rest of his body, it was obvious that he had taken care of covering his identity. He always sports a professional look and seems apt to always seem prepared. Looking at him anyone would deem him to know what he does, he wears the U.B.C.S patch proudly on his left arm patch. In other words he looked like a perfect little soldier for Umbrella, exactly like the others, not standing out, someone easily sacrificed.
Personality: Kyrel was always a soldier to stand out, his first large scale operation after 3 years of service was the raccoon city outbreak. That operation knocked out most of his human sense out of his mind, he understood that day that he was lucky to have made it out because he was someone talented. After that day he had become a captain within the force of the U.B.C.S, always feeling detached from his troops he knew he couldn't get attached because he knew also they were pawns in a much larger chest board. Someone it seemed he thought that his superiors knew that, and he played along like a pro. Down the road, he is very professional he keeps his cool in most situation, telling himself that he has always seen something worse.
History: His story began back when he was ten years old, the young boy joined the army cadets. Eight year's later, with an equivalent of four years of military service in the Canadian-force the young boy enlisted. He was backed by higher ups because of his genius, it was obvious that he would make it far. Honestly, he didn't. One day a man garbed in black walked to his military base located in Valcatier, Canada Quebec, after that day he knew he was getting transfered to a private military service located in the United states. He didn't complain, he knew the pay was much better and it made him feel special a little, he hadn't gotten attached to anybody in his corps. He didn't feel like he was using his full potential within the highly regulated Canadian military.
Surprisingly enough the young man was sent into special training, to fight of unarmed attackers that would attack him in mass. He didn't know what to expect actually, would he be fighting against riots of some sorts? He decided not to ask questions on that day, another recruit asked them for him, a much more curious person, not that he wasn't but he had learned through experience that asking questions didn't always get you the truth, as a matter of fact, that person was fired within the same month. With some time and much patience some trust was given to the recruit and he was given his badge and position, an U.B.C.S recruit.
Formally within the ranks of the U.B.C.S the information was given to him, about what they would fight, they were given a very complicated name at first, something resumed to B.o.W
some people within his squad called them zombies, he preferred their official name, B.o.W seemed fine to him, much more professional. He spent much time training with his squad.
Time passed and some minor assignments were given to him, they felt like tests actually he was monitored in uncontrolled environments, bested every challenge from the Tyrant virus to the G-Virus, he was good and they noticed it, most of his former squad had died, not because they did not listen to their captain, but because they weren't good enough, he survived, his best defense against the most powerful enemies was the corpse of his former ally. ''Can't cut clean through him while I'm shooting you can you'' With that and patience he uninfected a very minor controlled outbreak made to test his and his allies abilities to control the squad through a chaotic environment.
The test he lived were harder every time, he knew more people than he was selected every time, some made it from time to time with him, but he didn't get to see them again, he saw ranges of strange creatures within his tests, and every time he was suggested not to talk about them, his life was controlled but he didn't dislike it, he was made to follow orders and as long as he kept them he knew he would live a wonderful life when he was not on the field.
Time passed, and when the corporation deemed him ready they gave him a level 6 access code, which gave him access to all umbrella facilities except the labs, extra funds and resources throughout the world, a good pension and a life insurance for the family he wouldn't have. They gave him a rank very few had, it didn't really have a name but his role would be to be sent out in uncontrolled area's and dispatch uncontrolled powerful B.o.W, that was his job, to fight the biggest, strongest monsters the company had to test in controlled environment, if something was out of control, him and a small squad would be sent out to take care of the problem. Luckily for them they were also supplied with information regarding the creation in most cases.
Introduction: A phone called woke up Kyrel that morning, it was about four in the morning, he knew what that could be, clearing his throat he answered like he hadn't been sleeping.
"Yes?" He simply answered knowing the rest of the phone call would shortly follow. A female voice rang from the other side of the phone.
"Lieutenant, you are requested for a meeting at the usual place, come as a civilian." Her voice was the usual one, and without word Kyrel got up from his four hour sleep closed his phone and got dressed up, she gave no time, which means he was waited on now, but he wasn't in trouble because he hadn't been warned of said meeting.
Going to his usual meeting place, in the middle of a large grass park named after the raccoon city sport's team, the raccoon park. A man waited for him there files in his hands, the lieutenant walked up to him and sat down besides him.
"Morning" The other man greeted him with a grim look on his face, gave him the files, stood up and walked away like the devil was on his shoes. Which was weird because this was an official meeting. Kyrel stood up walked back home before opening the files, he knew he could be watched from anywhere within the vicinity. Back at his house, the man sat at his table before opening the file, the first words he could read was. "This file is for the eyes of Lieutenant Kyrel Broford, if you are not this person destroy the files immediately. This was a first, a little mark of surprise appeared on his face and he turned away the first page and started reading.
The paper were regarding a mission going to take part within the raccoon city vicinity, he didn't enjoy the start of it, what little things he loved in the world were all in this city. Starting his lecture of the files Kyrel started to shake reading these words were insane, a perimeter was being erected around the city by the umbrella corp, leaded by the U.B.C.S. Shortly nobody would be able to leave the city, something in him urged him to leave but he wanted to read what his mission was. He kept on reading, trying to look for a reason why there would be an outbreak within the city, and there was no explaining, which meant it wasn't for him to know what caused it. Soon after reading the third page, on got onto the fourth, the last page always explained what his role would be in the large scale machine called Umbrella.
''You are assigned to eliminate any threat that would oppose itself to the B.o.W within the city perimeter for the next 22 hours, after which you will be evacuated." He knew what that meant, that meant killing humans...
After reading the file someone knocked on the door, he didn't know who it was so he picked his side arm and went to open the door, concealing the weapon with the door itself, it was Fedex, he knew well they didn't deliver at this time, they gave him a box. Thanking the delivery person Kyrel closed the door and opened the box on the spot, he could see a small briefcase.
Two green vials could be seen inside with a paper signed umbrella, written on it: Umbrella wishes you luck. Cursing to himself he prepared for what would soon happen.
He never spoke of that dreadful day, but he is still here to know about it and umbrella had gotten him out of there on the final hours of the outbreak. He believes he had proven himself to be a valuable asset. When they picked him up the vials had been used..