Character Name: Jarred Jacobs<br/><br/>Race: Human<br/><br/>Age: 27<br/><br/>Appearance: (See Gaia avatar in my sig to get a visual) Black shirt with sleeves cut off, a kevlar vest over the shirt, black pants with 2 extra clips on each leg band(total: 4 extra clips), black combat boots, black headband, black thick-rimmed glasses, black headband, brown hair with bangs combed on either side of his face, two H&K MP5Ks on either belt with 30 bullet mags.<br/><br/>Backstory: Jarred is ex-military, and he let's everybody know it. He was involved in some dangerous missions, most of which saw his comrades dead, but he always managed to get the job done. Jarred left the military once he turned twenty six, deciding he'd served his country enough and feeling he no longer needed to bear witness to the deaths of his friends. He now works for a private security group that deals with some of the biggest corporations on the planet. Jarred knows combat, but on this fateful day Jarred will be thrown into a new realm of combat, one which no amount of military training would ever see you prepared for...<br/><br/>Equipment:<br/>-H&K MP5K *2 (silenced)<br/>-Combat Knife<br/>-2 packs of cigarettes<br/>-Standard issue Kevlar Vest (black)<br/>-$23.57<br/><br/>Personality: Jarred is often apathetic towards situations, not giving a damn either way about who does what. The only thing Jarred is concerned about is what affects him, if it has no real effect on his own well-being he will not make any great pains to do the right thing, the wrong thing, the smart thing, or ANYTHING for that matter. Jarred doesn't talk much, but when he does it is usually just things like, "Shut the fuck up before I shut you the fuck up", or "Fuck off", and then there's his personal favorite, a simple shrug. Jarred doesn't trust anybody because he finds that people always have a tenancy to fuck somebody over, so he'd rather not allow them to do it to him.