Name: Sarah Briggs
Synopsis: "The only thing more frightening than a cornered animal is a trained one"
Name: Sarah-983
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Callsign: Hyena
AI: Kouga
AI Personality: Quiet, thoughtful and calm in all the ways his partner isn't, Kouga strives to be the yang to Sarah's yin. He is full of old sayings and proverbs (as well as a few that he's made up himself) that he warps to any situation to suit his needs.
Kouga's avatar is a samurai, his definition of the ultimate warrior.
Age: 27
Height W/O Armor: 6' 1"
Height W/ Armor: 6' 5"
Weight W/O Armor: 234 lbs.
Weight W/ Armor: 278 lbs.
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Amber
Skin Tone: Pale
Notable Physical Traits: Extended canine teeth, coated in titanium. Several facial piercings. "Vive" and "Mort" tattooed across her left and right hand's knuckles, respectively.
Personality: Sarah's only got three speeds, "off", "on" and "hellbender". She lacks what some would call refinement or gentleness, but makes up for it with heart and loyalty. Just one of the guys, Sarah's most at home with her fellow SPARTANs, though she doesn't look down on the other crew. She's a bit excitable and prone to rushing headlong into a problem without thinking about it. When Sarah's nervous or in the thick of a really good fight, she'll cackle in a high pitched voice, which is why the other's gave her the nickname "Hyena" as that's exactly what she sounds like. It suits her.
Sarah Briggs isn't one to be shamed by a faux pas, much to her superiors' chagrin. She's usually involved in some hijinks or other aboard the ship, but since she always means it in the best of spirits, they usually let her off with a wrist slapping. In combat, Sarah prefers "blitzkrieg" tactics to standard military "cover to cover". She has charged piss poor odds more times than anyone else on the team wants to remember, but somehow she always manages to survive till they come to back her up.
Likes/Dislikes: A hearty believer in booze, bad behavior, and shenanigans (usually mixed together), Sarah enjoys the party life. She's also a fan of listening to Kouga talk, though she'd never admit it to him.
Quirks: Though she's never been to Ireland, Sarah picked up the lilt from somewhere. Once she's had a few drinks in her, she's unintelligible. She also habitually chews on things, usually a bullet or the handle of her knife.
Equipment/Training History:Guerrilla warfare has always been Sarah's specialty, even as a child. She was often praised by her cadre for finding the most unorthodox or sideways tactic to solving a problem, especially in combat scenarios.In actual hand-to-hand, however, her instructor described her as "hopeless". She eschewed forms and accuracy for raw power, which although she usually won the fights, she celebrated from a rack in the infirmary.
Booms and bangs were her other love affair. Since she was so mobile and hard to track, the role of saboteur and explosives expert fell onto her as easily as a saddle on a horse. She learned chemistry, electrical engineering, fabrication, combat wiring, and anything else that would improve her "scores" in combat. She never goes anywhere without some sort of explosive, whether it's issue or handmade.
Biography: Born in 2560, on a dusty shitball of a planet called Orokos, Sarah's parents never thought she'd amount to anything. That made sense, on account of them being stim fiends and neglectful, but that didn't stop Sarah. On the fateful day that the men in suits came to her neighborhood, she was at her meanest. Her parents had freshly beaten her that morning, and denied her breakfast for the fourth day in a row. Hurt and angry, Sarah wandered the streets until she met up with a group of boys having lunch. She tried asking politely for them to share, then trying to cut a deal, but after they denied her over and over, she'd had it. Later on, she'd hear how she wasn't even the candidate they were interested in, but after Sarah beat their candidate (as well as his four buddies) to an inch of his life over a scrap of bread, they decided that if they could tame this child, she'd make a good warrior.
Basic training was the rudest wake up no-one had ever prepared her for. At eight, Sarah was small for her age, and as such she was at a disadvantage. Learning to respond to orders the first time was probably the most difficult, yet the most important lesson she learned in her entire training career. Her cadre refused to praise her when she did things right, but to Sarah, the fact that she did it right at all was praise enough. Her team became her family, and she swore to herself that she'd give her all for this family like she never could for her old one. In any team exercise, Sarah excelled when the team recognized her strengths and weaknesses, incorporating her into their dynamic fluidly.
After three years of basic, Sarah's class moved on to the advance course. Weapons, tactics, fighting and school were the flavors of the day, though they still had to keep up their basic skills. The cadre found out early on that though she was a fair shot with almost any weapon, her accuracy was no sparkling apple. Likewise, she never reached the top of the class in fisticuffs, though the head boys lived in fear of getting into fights with her. No one likes mutually assured destruction, after all. Tactics and school were where Sarah excelled, however. Her cunning mind and off the wall thinking often put her teams ahead on obstacle courses or survival scenarios. In the classroom, she was a juggernaut. Every scrap of knowledge and information was sucked into the hungry maw of her mind and locked away forever. Not only could she regurgitate the information, but Sarah learned how to apply it to new situations as well.
At the ripe age of ninteen, the initiates had to make it through a competition that would test everything they'd learned, in order to prove their worth to the SPARTAN program. The contest was straightforward enough. Run the obstacle course, navigate a maze, beat an AI in a game of logic, and fight one of the older SPARTAN's. Sarah ran the course faster then the other children, but got caught up in the maze and AI games. She eventually bested the AI, but it put her in the disqualifying half of the team. Her last hope was to beat the SPARTAN before any others, and she tackled the problem head on. Literally. Her opening move was a shoulder check that caught her sparring partner by surprise and threw him to the ground. They wrestled for a bit, trading blows and shouting at each other, before the SPARTAN surrendered. He shook her hand and confessed that Sarah'd frightened him a bit, earning a big smile from her.
While she didn't pass with honors, Sarah Briggs wasn't last in line either. The selectees were congratulated on their progress and sent to medical to begin the procedure. They had the process down from so many years of performing the surgeries, so it was simply routine as normal for the doctors. Sarah wasn't unfamiliar with surgery either, calling the Infirmary a "second home" in basic. In the following weeks, when asked how she felt, Sarah always replied, 'Finnaly feels like I got th' strenght o' body ta fit me spirit!'. She spent the allotted two weeks they were given after the surgery to bulk up a little more, reveling in the new power she had at her disposal.
Sarah knew exactly what she wanted her armor to be when they called her in. She wanted mobility and carrying capacity, even if it meant sacrificing armor plating. She debated hotly back and forth with the engineers about it until they reached an agreement. The armor would be slightly less armored than most other SPARTAN suits, but to compensate it would have a higher capacity shield generator. While she waited for the suit design and fabrication to start, Sarah was led to the most crucial part of the armor, the A.I. The scientists left her alone with the holoprojector that contained her unit, telling her to get to know it better than anyone else she'd ever known. At first Sarah thought the projector was broken, because for half an hour it sat dark. She began poking and prodding at it, musing to herself out loud, before stumbling across the on button. Her AI popped up immediately, startling her and causing her to fall backwards onto her rear.
They discussed a great many things in that first couple hours together, and Sarah quickly learned why this particular AI was chosen for her. He countered her perfectly in every way, yet still meshed with her in a harmony that is normally only dreamed of. Finally, a scientist came in and moved Kouga to a portable holo tank so they could continue getting to know each other while Sarah made the final decision on her armor. She of course loved it, and they began production immediately.
After many months of training and getting used to her armor, Sarah was assigned to her first unit, Spartan team Halsey. She was of course reverent of the reputation she'd now have to uphold. It was a great honor to her to be assigned to a unit named after the creator of the SPARTAN program. During the first weeks with her team, she spent most of her time quietly observing the others, but once she felt she knew them enough, Sarah let her true personality shine through. She knows with confidence that she'd take a bullet for any one of them.
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