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ENTRY #: 0003

NAME: █████ ███████

Alias: "Birch"

AGE: 26

SEX: Male

Task-Force: Epsilon-11

Rank: Private

STATUS: Alive

HEIGHT: 185.42CM

RACE: Thai

NATIONALITY: American

PHYSICAL TRAITS: His skin is tanned, and his eyes are a dark cyan/blue. There is a scar reaching from just under his right brow to over his eye and somewhat across his nose bridge and another on his right cheek that spans to his neck. Other than that, no other facial scars are present, the rest of them being on his body.
His hair is a shade of rose ebony (OR FOR THE SIMPLE MINDED, a desaturated red-ish grey), while the rest of his hair is short and messily done; not bothering to cut his bangs shorter, he ties it up so his hair doesn't obstruct his vision.
He wears his MTF uniform rather loosely, not bothering to zip his shirt up all the way fully, and wears a turtleneck under his uniform shirt.

Birch stands at 175.26 cm and is at an average weight.

MEDICAL HISTORY/PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAITS:

No diagnoses ’are present on his record/No overarching medical issues.
He follows orders with almost none to little objections but is far more inclined to follow his morals.

BIO: Birch started work with the foundation a bit less than 2 years ago under his name, █████ ███████, but after an incident his name had been stricken from the records, and he will instead be referred to as "Birch."

HISTORY: His parents immigrated from Thailand to America, which is where he would grow up, only visiting Thailand a handful of times when he was younger.
His childhood was always standard, with no familial problems except for a bit of "over-the-top" pressure from his parent, something Birch believes hasn't affected him as an adult. Birch had always wanted to join the military, wanting to have a place where he would feel useful and be in a place where he belongs.
Up into his adult years, he would have joined the military and eventually been recruited to the foundation.

PERSONALITY: placeholder

TRIVIA:

While he's not THAT secretive about his appearance and his face, he prefers to not show it that much and only lets a few of his friends with whom he's comfortable see him with his equipment fully off.
His callsign comes from the fact he wandered off without his squad, and a bit later his squad found him picking the bark flake things off a birch tree and nibbling on them, though not a lot of people from his current squad know this story.