Name: Oliver Shields Age: 18 Physical Appearance: Shields, 5'11, has green eyes and what remains of his shaved hair is a dark brown. He has a couple of small, circular scars from trying to rid of teenage spots, and sports two freckles under his right eye. Overall, Shields is a fairly stocky lad with a little muscle visible - he's nothing of an amateur body-builder, though. Rank: Recruit
Uniform: Olive Drab Battle Dress Uniform
Birthplace: Ezhtergom
Personality: Usually, Shields is fairly friendly. He is used to working with others and getting to know people quickly (see career below). He can get on fine with or without people and is generally cheery and a laugh to be around. Quite focused and concentrated on the task at hand and grows a little impatient when his progress in completing said task is hindered. Used to have something of a mild anger-management problem, but has learnt to deal with it and put it behind him.
Background: In 2534, Oliver Shields was born in Ezhtergom, to Mary and Charlie Shields. He grew up there until the age of twelve, when his parents decided to move out of the city to Manassas, due to some hostilities within his father's side of the family. Both of his parents found work rather quickly and the family settled into their new home.
Oliver did fairly well at school, especially in Hungarian, and didn't need to study much because of that. He got some part-time work helping the janitor out at the local elementary after he had finished school in the evening. With the money earned, he bought video games and put money towards what could be described as 26th century Airsoft. He used replicas of the MA2B and the MA3 and wore a knock-off of the M52B vest, without the plating.
After work on the weekdays, Oliver spent time with his mother, learning Hungarian at a night class. On weekends, he either went hiking with his father in the Highland Mountains, collecting blueberries and fishing, or to the "Airsoft" field on the edge of the city. Eventually, he got a job as a staff member, ditching his janitor duties. He was in charge of some of the teams and helped organise some MilSim games. Despite this experience, he never got to firing a real weapon, which annoyed him especially when his careers advisor suggested he join the military.
In 2552, Shields did just that. Much to his dismay, his father was admitted to a hospital a few days before he was being shipped out to basic training. When he left, his father was very ill but his mother assured him that he would be okay. He hasn't heard from her since.
Skills: Works well with people and, from his prior experience in his last job, is good at some combat situations. Speaks Hungarian quite well, also.
[Greetings, everyone.]