<div align="center"><strong>Black Hearts Employee Dossier No</strong>:  xxx-xx-0541</div><strong>name:</strong>Richard Dreyfuss<br/><strong>age:</strong>27<br/><strong>gender:</strong>Male<br/><strong>occupational specialty:</strong>Grenadier<br/><strong>any bionics or cybernetics?:</strong>Right arm is robotic from the elbow down<br/><strong>how long have you been with Bleak Hearts?:</strong>>1 year, will just be having his first mission<br/><strong>marital or familial status:</strong>1 younger brother<br/><strong>specialized weaponry:</strong>M4 with under barrel grenade launcher, M1911. Proficient in the use of both weapons, along with some skill in hand to hand. He also has some training in the operation of both Light Machine Guns and a general knowledge of assault rifles<br/><strong>prior occupation:</strong>Princess Patricia's Light Infantry Battalion<br/><strong>mirror, mirror on the wall:</strong>Richard is 5'11, and weighs 177 pounds. He has dark hair and eyes, with high cheekbones and a slim, pointed nose. He is in great physical condition, though he is more toned than chiseled when it comes to muscle mass.<br/><strong>in my heart of hearts:</strong>Richard grew up in a small town in Northern Alberta. He spent a lot of his free time either reading in a treehouse he and his dad built, or wandering around the countryside, wither by himself or with his dog, Bandit. He was a very solitary child, with only a handful of close friends. Over the years he developed a very sarcastic, cynical outlook on life.<br/>That changed in the army, where he absolutely had to depend on the people around him. Two tours of duty in Afghanistan right when the Taliban started to get really active again taught him that. He still isn't comfortable when having to rely on others, but he does know the value of being able to ask for help.<br/><strong>my dark past:</strong>Richard escaped his unhappy future as a coal miner by taking a one way trip to Edmonton and the CFB there. He could die just as easily in a coal mine as he could in the army, and at least he would be on the surface when it happened. He joined the Light Infantry battalion and wound up hefting his pack through Kandahar and later Kabul, trying to get things stabalized. It worked, sort of, but there was just never enough support from home and it was easy to get frustrated by the bipolar responses of the locals. One day, they welcomed the Canadian troops into their village with open arms. The next, all the doors were closed, the shutters barred and Richard just knew that the bad guys had come in the night with knives and slit a few throats to show what happened to those who co-operated with the Canadians.<br/><br/>It was after the next tour that he received a call from Black Hearts Inc., and he decided not to sign up again and start the long painful process of being hammered into a Sergent's boots. Of course, he'd still have to pass the entrance requirements, this seemed like a tight outfit, not like the Red Sun fuckheads that ran around gunning down whatever so much as twitched over int The Sandbox. Even if he didn't, Richard figured he could get his degree, and on the Army's dime too, and get into history, since he had always enjoyed the subject. But to his delight, he managed to pass the tough entrance requirements and was officially put onto the Black Hearts payroll.