Name: Lt. Rory "Mick" McMillan
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Nation: Ireland
Species: Human
Appearance: 6'2" with short, dark brown hair and blue eyes. Lightly tanned skin, neatly trimmed mustache and goatee with an otherwise clear face, save for the scar running down his right cheek. He has a rather narrow, muscular frame that shows in his face, having a narrow jaw and cheekbones to match. Rory also has a sharp nose that has obviously been broken more than twice in his life. When on the clock, he wears standard combat gear, though when off-duty one can usually find him wearing a rugged, brown leather jacket and a t-shirt, usually displaying artwork of some classic rock band. Also wears dark, faded denim jeans along with fingerless leather gloves and a brown leather flat cap to match his jacket. He also has a tattoo of the
SRR crest on his right upper arm, a
shamrock on the opposite side, and
the grim marksman across his upper back.
Personality: Generally an upbeat person, always been one to joke around and have a good laugh. He's hardly one to take any situation seriously, and that led him to have a rather "active" life throughout basic training. However, when necessity calls for it, he can become a rather cold and calculating individual.
Division: 3
Skills: Training received from the Special Reconnaissance Regiment, including hand-to-hand combat, infiltration and concealment, long-range engagement, unconventional warfare tactics, and extensive knowledge of firearms' mechanics. He also has developed expert marksmanship earned through several years of experience as well as the knowledge necessary to manufacture his own ammunition.
Power/magic: None
Weapons & Equipment: Bolt-action Noreen ULR rifle built to fire LM-Class .416 caliber rounds effectively over 3,000 yards. DPMS Panther LR-308 AP4 for medium-range combat - uses 20-round ammo clips of either mercury-filled anti-personnel or tungsten-core armor-piercing rounds. Also carries a Chiappa Rhino made to fire .460 S&W Magnums for a sidearm with a couple speed loaders, along with a 16" AF Combat Smatchet (10" blade). He keeps his signature sniper rifle in a special carrying case on his back, his Panther on a sling over his shoulder, his S&W in a hip-holster on his left side, and his Smatchet sheathed to his left thigh. All of his firearms are built for left-hand firing.
Bio: Rory's life before his military career was fairly uneventful, save for the occasional run-in with the authorities. Though that was never anything major, just mainly him being a nuisance with his pellet gun and shooting the garden gnomes of his neighbors that lived a few blocks down the road from his home. He made it through school, sliding by with less-than-exemplary grades but graduating nonetheless. Having taken a great liking to guns, a trait well-supported by the notoriety he'd gained throughout his neighborhood, and little in terms of goals, he signed up for the British Army and soon found himself being shipped off to basic training.
Rory, much to his own surprise, proved himself to be an exceptional soldier in almost every respect. Where he really shown the brightest, however, was at the firing range. Rory accuracy was certainly something to write home about, having shown to be at the top of the line with just about every firearm that was handed to the man. He was quickly put under evaluation by recruiters for the SRR and, with swift deliberation, it was concluded that Rory was more than suitable for the Regiment.
From the day he became part of the SRR, Rory became a valuable asset to any assignment he was given. His sharp eyes and sharp reflexes served him and his regiment well as he was part of several successful operations in his career. It was the most recent of which that opened his eyes to the world he never would've thought existed...
It was the dead of night in Afghanistan, Rory's fire team was gathering intel on an insurgent weapons facility. In briefing, they were told there were some highly volatile materials being trafficked through the facility. It was their mission to gather information on where it was from and where it was heading so that a strike team could apprehend it while it was being shuttled, hopefully getting more information on who's been supplying them in the process.
It was all routine, at least for the part of the team that was actually going inside the facility. Rory, meanwhile, was watching from a ridge half a mile away with his Panther rifle that was dressed for the occasion. He was observing what few the facility had in terms of guards, tracking movement patterns and general activity. With his night optics, Rory cycled his crosshairs between the three guards in the open. One could see how he would be surprised to find that that three quickly became two in the blink of an eye. There was just a dark splotch on the sandstone wall that an insurgent was just leaning and his AK-47 lying on the rooftop.
Rory scanned the immediate area but could find no other trace of the guard other than what was no doubt blood splashed on the masonry and the discarded weapon. Then, just as suddenly, another disappeared from sight. Well, at least not entirely. What was left was a mass of flesh that looked like an arm still attatched to the a large, torn portion of a torso. As intriguing as this was, Rory had no time to inspect the bloody mass any further as a dark figure had swooped in, darting through the murky incandescence of the dirty bulb above the previously guarded doorway, and collected the piece of a person. The sniper tried to follow the shadowy figure, but he just couldn't keep it in his sights. Remembering the last standing guard, he trained the crosshairs on the insurgent with the intent on catching whatever was eliminating them in the act. What he saw just moments later struck him with great fear. Two dark, bat-winged creatures came from above and grabbed hold of the insurgent, one taking his head off and the other quite literally uprooting his leg. Another swooped down and attempted to remove an arm before a pair of them came in to tear apart what was left of the corpse and fly off with their spoils.
Rory didn't know what to make of what he'd just witnessed and he honestly thought he was going insane. He had every intention to keep it to himself until he would get a chance to talk to Director Special Forces. The rest of the mission went smoothly, but Rory could not get rid of the chills from the recurring mental playbacks of what happened. After debriefing, the first thing he did was walk into Major General Carleton-Smith's office and disclosed the events that had occured, telling him of the fears that he may be losing his grip on reality. No one could have prepared Mick for what the Major General was about to tell him. After a good hour of explaining, reassuring, and trying to ignore the odd looks he was seeing, Carleton-Smith disclosed that he was a member of the top-secret organization, D.I.C.E. Mick was told what the intel that was collected could not, that the facility was actually holding weaponry of a more supernatural nature rather than what was detailed in the briefing room. It was a blessed sword and shield that had actually been stolen from a convoy preparing to deliver it to the Vatican, and "creatures" he saw taking out the guards were demons, most likely just gauging the level of security the facility had to try and attempt to apprehend and likely destroy the holy relics.
Stunned and confused to hear such strange news, the Major General told Mick he'd have some recruiters from D.I.C.E. com by and fill him in on what further information he needed. When asked why recruiters were being sent, Carleton-Smith simply told Mick that he was going to be transferred into the organization should his assessment go over well enough. To no one's surprise, it had. Mick was then flown to the D.I.C.E. headquarters where he would be put into Division 3, the sector he's been working and still adjusting to for the past few months.
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