Name: Frank Jackson

Nationality: USA

Age: 75

Rank: PMC

Position: Sniper

Call Sign: Archangel

Physical Description: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/48835977200883430/

Frank stands at six feet two inches tall, it used to be four but the passing of time shaved those off. He's lean and comprised of muscle, the result of practicing the same workout routine for decades. His face is a mass of wrinkles which might make someone believe he's old and past his use, but they also speak of experience and that he's alive to talk about it. He keeps his white hair in a buzz cut, remains clean shaven at all times, and stands as straight as if someone had bolted a two by four to his spine. His hands are nicked and scarred, speaking of knowledge learned the hard way. His blue/gray eyes are sharp, constantly moving to cover all in his surroundings, and his clothing is usually in fine if not immaculate shape.

History: Someone tossed a sniper rifle to Frank back in the Vietnam War and told him to start shooting, and he's just never stopped. He's won marksmanship medals, sharpshooting awards, and belonged to a gun club on his off hours where he competed until they made him a 'retired champion' and kept him from signing up any more. He's even earned the nickname 'Simo', though this might just be a joke. Jackson is good with a gun, and while there's always someone better out there and he knows this very well, knowing he's at the other end of a scope watching your back should reassure most anyone.

{Simo was a legendary sniper in WWII, nicknamed The White Death. It's very possible Frank is called Simo as a joke, since he could never be that good.}