<div class="floatleft">(http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r94/anIrishlad/Sky_side_concept_bounty_hunter_by_Darcad_zpsd8d5b8f6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>James Morgan<br/><strong>Age:</strong>33<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Human<br/><strong>Hair:</strong>Dark green, natural<br/><strong>Eyes:</strong>Dark blue for the right and the left has been replaced with a black bionic implant<br/><strong>Height:</strong>6'4'<br/><strong>Weight:</strong>210lbs<br/><strong>Sexual Preference:</strong>Straight<br/><br/><strong>Special Skills:</strong><br/><br/>--Military Scout: Having served as a mercenary for ten years in the Red Hand Legion and most of those in the recon company, he has spent most of his adult life moving ahead, often out of reach of support, searching for enemy positions and tracking down fleeing troops, in a large number of terrains and climates . He is also trained in laying ambushes, either by himself or with a small unit.<br/><br/>--Animal Specialist: Before the destruction of the Red Hand Legion, they began to attempt at improving the recon company with the addition of specialists, who were trained in handling cyberneticly and geneticly enhanced predators. A number of different beasts were used, some sturdy enough to mount weapons on them but all were about to transmit the images they saw, readout of what they smelled and audio to handheld units for the scouts. In the field, it appeared that unless the handler had a strong connection to the beast, they were nearly impossible to control and the program was still being refined.<br/><br/>Instead of the hand unit, those under the control of James were transmitted to his bionic eye, which was slightly modified to allow him to directly hear, see and smell through his predators.<br/><br/><strong>Weapons and Gear:</strong><br/>--Predator Scout: A modified Ozican Otter (not related to Earth otters but looking the same to human colonists), was grown in a lab to have a body nearly as long as James is tall, with a tail that doubles it's length. Hand-like paws transform a once mostly aquatic animal into a superb climber, with an altered tail, to give the beast a little extra grip, should it began to fall. A little lizard DNA helps too. Smooth, almost slick skinned, a dark blue, almost black on top and a lighter gray on the underside.<br/><br/>(http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r94/anIrishlad/ahuizotl_otter_by_chuckwalton-d5l2480_zpsbae1ef29.jpg)<br/><br/>--Galactic Arms Mk IV "Shield Hammer" Battle Rifle: Standard issue to all Red Hand legionnaires, the Mk IV is what some call a baby railgun. The rifle fires solid projectiles with electromagnetic rails inside the barrel, at about Mach 5 or 1,710 meters per second. A few shots will bring down a shield after a few hits. Semi-automatic, it has a magazine which holds fifteen rounds. No recoil but the rifle does require a little over a second between shots.<br/><br/>(http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r94/anIrishlad/Rail_Gun_Rifle_Final_Render_by_ProlificPen_zps15ce9c62.jpg)<br/><br/>--Galactic Arms Mk I "Shock" Bayonet: Complementary to the Mk IV Battle Rifle, the Mk I Bayonet is a ten inches of cold steel, sharpened on both edges and tapering down to a point, with a D shaped knuckle guard. However, a tap on a switch in the guard and a small generator in the hilt send surging electricity through that blade. They do just as well as a fighting knife. James carries two.<br/><br/><strong>Bio:</strong>Born on Agines 4, an agricultural colony, James was seemingly fated to be a farmer, until one luckily day, at the age of seventeen, when a recruiter for a mercenary outfit crossed his path. Eager for excitement, adventure and glory, he signed up with the Red Hand Legion. Shipped out with a load of other farm boys and girls, he was trained aboard on the Legion's transports and was deployed sometime after his eighteenth birthday. Fast forwards several years and Scout Sergeant Morgan had lost an eye, seen a dozen campaigns and was being pulled into the new scout program. Finding he got on well with four Ozican Otters, they were linked into his cybernetics. Skip ahead a few years, to a handful of months before his twenty-eighth birthday and you arrive at the last action he saw with the Red Hand.<br/><br/>The entire Legion had been hired to suppress a rebellion on Tranellore and they walked into a ambush. Rebel forces and rival mercenary units caught the Legion in a trap in the open plains. By the time James and the rest of the recon company had made contact with rebel forces, a giant noose had encircled the Red Hand, with mercenary troops moving up behind them and from the sides, as a mass of rebels pushed in from their front. Falling back to the Legion, they fought what looked like a last stand but comes sunset, it was the enemy in retreat. However, the Red Hand Legion's ranks were so decimated, that they were forced to disband, the handful of survivors scattering to the winds.<br/><br/>Over the past five years, with only one of his otters, James has been roaming the galaxy, getting odd jobs as a bodyguard or as a bounty hunter but maybe it's time to rejoin a large company, with more work.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>An "old soldier", James knows to lets loose when theirs down time and how to switch moods in his head for combat. When theirs fighting to be done, he's quiet and has a love for cover. Its more then common for him to have nightmares when he sleeps, reliving the battle on Tranellore over and over.