Name: Aadyn Ransh
Titles: "Doc"
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: Late-twenties
History: A bright flash of light. Aadyn was floating, no flying even. His eyes closed, his head arched as time seem to slow. Then harsh reality hit as his back crashed into the dirt. His head slammed against the metal building behind him. A bullet struck next to his head. He only knew by the sound, his vision was long blurred by the shock of the fall, and grenade explosion that sent him over to the wall. His mind regained itself, and he realized where he was and what was happening. His hometown, on one of the many Halo Arrays. Some people were feuding over petty matters, and as humans often do, they revolted. The aliens retaliated. The scene was like something out of the history books. In the distance he saw his best friend crawling away, at least half of him.
"Aadyn Ransh, please come to receive your diploma." The voice rang out over the large crowd. The finest medical school in the Alliance, and Aadyn was the best student yet. His composure would say otherwise. He wore the traditional robes, out of curtesy. His hair was the usual mess it always was. He took his diploma, and left. Little did anyone know the secrets that would've been discovered if they had searched his room, or checked the cabinets after he left.
Wheels rolling across the metal plating, and men shouting orders were all that he could hear over the sparks working across ships. Aadyn had his own little band of blind followers of the UNSC to carry his medical equipment on board. He had his own little case though. His special needs bag. The ship was nice, not the best looking at the dock, but nice. The men were rushing back and forth, loading guns, and all other sorts of gear on the ship. He made his own way into the ship, the lackeys lagging behind him.
"Emergency in the Medical Bay" That was Aadyn's station. He took off running down the hall. He knocked over at least three people, but he didn't even notice. Something had happened in his place. The door slid open in front of him. He immediately took notice of three bodies on the floor, and one slumped against the wall where the comm had been accessed. He ran, and dropped to his knees by the man. He was in ODST casuals. Aadyn recognized him as one of the Field Medics. His last words were "Just wanted to have fun..." Bad mix of meds for an artificial high killed all the field medics for the trip. Stupid kids. And they weren't scheduled to stop for a while.
Rank: Chief Medical Officer/Field Medic
Appearance: Aadyn isn't the tallest person, but sure isn't short either. He's sickly thin, and almost no muscle on his body. He has dark brown hair, draped over one eye. He wears thin glasses, and has an earring in his left ear. His outfit is a dark black long sleeved shit, along with black dress pants. He is almost always seen with a bag draped over his shoulder, filled with meds and other necessities.
Equipment: His bag, and medical bay filled with anything he'd ever need.
Weapon of Choice: A single pistol, which he isn't trained in using anyways.
Armour: N/A
Abilities: His medical prowess is unparalleled. Neither Alien nor Humans have his vast medical knowledge. He could write books upon books upon books about one surgery. However, his knowledge over the drug portion is mistreated usually. Not upon his patients, oh no, never hurt them. Over the years, he's developed a tolerance for pain. Either tolerance, or numbness of his extremities due to extreme drug misuse, one of the two.