Baron

Name: Adam O’Sullivan

Blood type: B+

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Nicknames: Boomer, ritalout

Pastimes: Video games, shooting, shouting

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Psychological Strength 4/5 Accuracy 2/5 Intelligence 4/5 Endurance 3/5 Reflexes 2/5 Bravery 3/5 Agility 1/5 Weapons versatility 3/5 Resilience 3/5 Constitution 3/5 Battlecraft 4/5 Wisdom 4/5 5=Exceptional 4=Specialist 3=Trained 2=Average 1=Poor Overall role: Specialist Explosives expert

Bio: Born Ireland 1989 November 26. From a young age Baron developed a fascination for explosives described by his single father who was a explosive ordnance disposal expert. Sitting down and listening to his epic stories and even being taken to the explosives range occasionally drove an absolute obsession over anything that went boom into the boy.

Making sparkler bombs at the age of 8 the bottlecap fireworks offered little threat to Baron though it wasn’t long until his father tried to instil some sense of responsibility into him. Developing into a model dickhead however Baron preferred to show his friends the wonder of an pyrotechnics rather than heed his father's words.

By 12 Baron already knew how to use an aluminum can as the perfect casing for a homemade grenade. Avoiding his father's watchful eye Baron pursued his love for explosives alongside his closest friends forming a bond of trust that couldn’t ever be broken. Finding an abandoned paddock out in the countryside as the perfect location to test their improvised explosives the group of friends enjoyed many a night camped out before detonating their latest device to celebrate their adventures before taking off.

Their devices reached the point of throwing the local police force into a panic over the shattering of silence in the night. Searching out the perpetrators Baron was eventually found out at the age of 18. Refusing to compromise his friends the officers attempted to contact his father and threaten him with the serious charges his son faced.

Without being able contact his father Baron was held in a holding cell for a day until the officers returned with a solemn message. Returning him to the interrogation room they informed him his father had been killed in action attempting to defuse an explosive device. Trying to warp his father's death into a message to stop playing around with dangerous devices the officer's plea fell on deaf ears though they thought the message got through.

Released without any charges pressed his friends quickly caught wind of the news. Distraught his only family was now dead he took a new appreciation to his art. Studying explosives he became an expert in defusal and handling improvised explosive devices while taking exception care and respect in his work in an effort to honor his father's memory.

By 20 he became an expert in his field that his friends often used as a referral to anyone in the police force or army to look to for advice. Providing assistance while maintaining his anarchist personality it became apparent that explosives were the only thing he treated with any solemnity as he refused to repress his outrageous character regardless of someones prestige or ranking.

Seeing the army and police force as too restrictive Baron found his way into the mercenary scene fighting across numerous battlefields. It wasn’t the fight he sought out however but rather the aftermath where he’d accept contracts to defuse the numerous IED’s scattered across the remnants of battlefields, the result of proxy wars and insurgent forces.

Finding his way across the world he fought alongside a two mercenaries whose leadership went unchallenged by his smartass personality. He immediately respected the two joining up with them as their explosives expert. Given the freedom to go about his business after a contracts completion to disarm and assist communities with EOD work only solidified his position with the team. Forging unbreakable friendships while allowed to continue honoring his father's memory saw him in the mindset he’d be with the team until age prevented him from picking up a rifle.

Deploying into the zone on a contract with the others however shook his resolve. The horrible threats the tears proved threw Baron’s purpose off tilt. The fluctuations in natural forces took so many pioneer lives that he witnessed far too regularly. Feeling as if he had some obligation to remove the threats but without that being feasibly possible all he could do was hope to spot the threats before his friends fell to them as well.

Over time with too many close calls with tears threatening to rip apart, dissolve or consume him and the people he cared about he began to feel as if to be failing not only his comrades but himself. As a master of studying traps and devices it seemed almost like the area itself was mocking him with his inability to adapt and improve.

Every day that went by the thought of someone or himself falling to one of the numerous tears in reality clawed at his mind. Even so he pressed on pushing such thoughts aside trying to take things as they were. It wasn’t that he was incompetent he reminded himself, this place was something no one could prepare for. As such all there was left to do was take every day as it came defiant to the forces that tried to ruin him maintaining himself as the same happy dickhead he was always known as.