Animorphs: Mercenaries (new members are welcome)

[Faerie Larka]

(Yeah, right now we only have three people.)

[Brad the Brit]

Name: Law Grant
Species: Human
Age: 20
Personality:  Law is an extremely laid-back guy, who is nearly always seen smiling. However, he hates being ordered around by people who he doesn’t like. One of the many reasons he left the SAS. Although he has a lone-wolf streak there is no-one better to have at your back in a fight. Once he sees you as a friend he will die without question to protect you.
Appearance: Law is 5’9” (or 175cm) and weighs about 9 stone 8. His hair is cut short but is light blond and spikey. He has a long scar stretching across his face, over his nose and just below his eyes.  His clothing and equipment depends on the area he is deployed.
Biography: Law joined the SAS at 18, he progressed quickly through training with one of the most prodigious records in history. He was trained to be the best of the best and by 19 he was. But during one of his first missions he went AWOL. It is believed he disobeyed a direct order and then killed the rest of his squad. The order is unknown but given the nature of the mission it was most likely extremely unethical. He is now a gun for hire. 
Special Talents: Law has a kill rate of one-shot-one-kill with almost any weapon. At the end of his training it was commented that given enough time and bullets he could take down or kill anything.

((make that 4))

[Galladerotom]

(Okay one more person and we are good to go)

[Chatvert]

(I can do another character if nobody else joins?)

[Brad the Brit]

((it would be a good idear...))

[Crimea River]

Mm...is this accepting Andalites as well?  I hear you need one more character.

[Galladerotom]

(Yes you can do an andalite)
(Our Characters are really dark we need a bit of comic relief)

[Faerie Larka]

(Haha you're right.  We have a guy who was made in a lab, a girl who grew up in the streets, a girl whose parents died and then went a bit coo coo for cocoa puffs, and an ex-military guy.  Haha.  This should be good.)

[Galladerotom]

(Oh by the way blocky you say the guy's species is unknown could you give us a physical description)

[Crimea River]

((OOC: I can totally do comic relief, as long as you throw a lot of cliches at my Andalite.  XDDD.  Lemme retrieve one of my old profiles and remake it to fit this.  ^^))

[Brad the Brit]

yay we finaly get to get started!!!!!!! i dont know about you but im looking forward to this

[Crimea River]

It will indeed be fun.  Enjoy this bio~

Name: Jamilan-Hantofar-Chulain
Species: Andalite - Aristh
Age: Young for an Andalite

Appearance:
He looks like this, but with navy-blue fur, and silver eyes.  (NOT made by me.  Hence the DA link).

Personality:
Jamilan is a very determined young Andalite.  Outshined by varying family members, he too wants to shine.  He is very critical of himself, and though he's prideful of the Andalite race, he tends to look down upon himself, and pushes himself to the point of stress, not realising he's doing so.  Part of him wishes the Yeerks were still a great threat, because it would be a chance for him to shine like the rest of his family.  This is why he has signed up with human mercenaries...

Biography:
Jamilan was born the son of Satesion-Hantofar-Ixaeus, currently a Warrior, who rose in power as his son grew up with his mother and the retired Captain-Prince Gashedion-Hantofar-Palibran.  He was always in their shadow, and in the shadow of his older brother, and so when he attended the aristh academy, he was already determined.  He graduated with above-average scores (though nothing exceedingly special) and joined the military...just as the Yeerk threat ended.  Both relieved and irritated, the Andalite went to Earth seeking something to do...

Special Talents: Piloting, Tailblade-fighting, Andalite technology (and reluctance to share it...)

Yes; I made this guy up on the fly from this post I made.  oo;

[Galladerotom]

(All right let the Rpg Begin)

It started in Russia the government was not given andalite approval and thus desperatly sought to controll their new mafia armed with black market Dracons and shredders. Then a member of the Russian parliament was drawn to a report of a successful group of mercinaries who had managed to take down an entire terrorist settlement in Jordan. In conjunction with the government of Bosnia they made an offer to the group: destroy the main illegal weapons and smuggling depot in bosnia and they would earn 60,000 a piece plus preference in future contracts. For two weeks the group investigated and found the location. However new intelligence indicated that something valuble was to be transported to the depot that night on the outskirts of Sarejevo...
(Begin)
(By the way should one of the characters be a group "leader" or something)

[Crimea River]

((OOC: I sort of need a scene to be set; how have our chars been called?  Where are they gathering?))

[Galladerotom]

(They are spread out around it ready to go in when needed)