Name: Fredrick Crawford

Age: 42

Race: Human

Faction: SPR

Element: Fire

Skill tree: Strength

Profession: Mechanic 

Skills useable: Adrenaline Rush

Preferred way of fighting: Fredrick is a close range fighter. Staying just out of melee, but close enough to stay right in the action dealing out heavy damage with slow yet powerful fire arms such as shotguns and such. Preferring a quick fight, Fredrick likes to quickly dispatch of his enemies, getting his job done quickly and efficiently.  

Why you wish to join: For the longest time, Fredrick was never a lover of magic and it's users. But he had learnt to tolerate such a thing, attempting to see the good in it, yet always remaining sceptical. However, his already damage view on the source of power was quickly snapped in two, much like his temper for all of it's users. Growing up in Scotland, he had worked and lived as an engineer, preferring machine over the fantasy. He had worked with his hands, raised two daughters, made an honest living staying away from combat. However his small village outside of Edinburgh, was ravaged by magical users. Who they where linked with, he did not know, he did not care. All he knew in that blind rush of bloodshed was magic stripped him of his children and home. With his blood boiling, Fredrick quickly took himself to SPR, although not much of a fighter, he was good with his hands, and a man of determination. 

Basic Appearance: Around average height, standing at 5"9. Short cut fiery ginger hair, and an impressive well kept beard. Pale skin, and emerald green eyes. 

Health: 35

Mana: 5

Stamina: 60

Equipment:
- M9 Beretta
- M9 bayonet
- Light Armour