Ben-A375 and Adam-014

Name: Ben-A375

Age: 29 (Physically younger due to extensive time in Cyro)

Race: Caucasian; ancestors hail from Western Europe.

Skills: Making Friends, obedient, shows no mercy for Elites, adept with any iteration of the MA5 series of assault rifles, knows them in and out.

Flaws: Cannot kill humans, even when threatened with a court-martial. Whenever he sees fire, he has a panic attack. Afraid to lead other people into battle and gets emotionally attached to people and even inanimate objects too quickly.

Role: Since Ben wore the SPARTAN-III's trademark camouflaging SPI armor up until 2552, he typically filled the role of Scout in Theta Team.

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Current Location: As of late September, 2552, aboard the UNSC stealth frigate, the Aeolus, en route to Earth.

Current Status: Alive, if a bit shaken.

Biography: Ben ran through the devastated streets of the Durban as fast as his three-year-old legs allowed him. He shot a glance over his shoulder and was relieved to see his dad running beside him. His dad turned to him and shouted “Don’t look back!” the words alone were enough for Ben’s head to lock back onto the streets ahead of him.
The child felt a rush of heat, and something massive shoving him onto the pavement, scarping his knee in the process. Ben rolled onto his back to see what had happened. A giant lizard monster in blood-stained armor towered over him, holding what looked like two bright spikes in its four-digit hand. Ben’s struggled to sit up, and nearly puked when he caught the sight of his dad’s headless body.
The monster took a threatening step towards the child, and raised its weapon, poised to strike. Ben reflexively held up both of his arms, as if his little stubby limps could actually stop the creature. Before the lizard could skew the helpless child, the sound of gunfire ring out, joined by a throaty roar of defiance from the monster.
Ben was too afraid to open his eyes, until he could feel something tugging on his shirt collar and lifting him from the ground. He had to force his eyes to open, but the tears building up in the corner of his eyes made everything look blurry. The figure that had picked him up was a blob of green and brown, the blob’s head turned towards another figure.
“Corporal! Take the kid!” The figure handed Ben off to another who was as equally undistinguishable. “Take him to the nearest civilian evac transport! Now, Corporal!”


This is just the rough draft.


Name: Adam-014 (Fourteen)

Age: 41 (Physically younger)

Race: Caucasian, primarily of mid-western American descent.

Skills: Close-quarters combat and hand-to-hand fighting is his bread and butter, but he isn't shy around a BR55, either.

Flaws: Socializing and speaking to other people, due to a side-effect of the S-II augmentation process, he cannot do any heavy-lifting, less he risk extreme pain in his arms. Also is a complete dunce when it comes to a sniper rifle.


Appearance:

Current Location: As of late September, 2552, aboard the UNSC stealth frigate, the Aeolus, en route to Earth.

Current Status: Alive

Biography: Adam sat cross-legged on the Missouri grass; his legs and the underside of his shorts were soaked by the morning dew. He watched the other neighborhoods kid as they kicked a large rubber ball around the field.
He wasn’t allowed to play with them, he was younger than the rest of the kids and he has been in this neighborhood for the least amount of time. Not to mention the fact that despite being younger, he was a head taller and a considerable amount stronger. They had classified him as an outsider; a freak, a person to be avoided at all costs.
The boy’s involuntary isolation was interrupted as the top of a woman’s shoe was placed over the patch of grass that the boy was intently staring at. He looked up to see the owner of the foot, but the sun looming over the woman’s straw hat shined directly into his eyes, and made it difficult to make out her exact facial features. She knelt down so she was eye-level to Adam. The boy locked onto the woman’s gaze defiantly.
The lady, however, only smiled at the boy’s attempt to act tough. She patted the kid’s sandy blonde hair and asked him “What’s your name?”
“Adam.” He replied; his voice no more than a faint whisper. The lady slapped a hand on the kid’s back. “Well, it’s very nice to meet you, Adam.”

You and I should get along swell, considering you hate the Sangheili!