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Name: Markus Brass
Codename: Black
Rank: Lord Commander
Place of birth: Planet Manhattan
Age: 42
Height: 1.90 CM
Weight: 95 KG
Eye Color: Brown

Bio: Markus was born and raised on planet Manhattan, his family were serving the Liberty Navy for many generations and it was only natural that he would follow. He was able to receive the better education thanks to his family's status and wealth, and those two opened many doors in young Markus's future. He was particulary excited when it came to space and the ships that are able to travel there, he would find ways to escape from his duties just to be near the spaceport and observe incoming and outgoing ships, his parents however, as much as they disliked that still let him do it, knowing that his love for spaceships would one day make him a pilot.

His father used his rank to allow Markus enter a military base to show him the future that awaits him. From the gates to the cafeteria, the barracks, the armory. When they arrived at the hangars, the vast amount of Patriots and Defenders amazed him and when he hear he was going to be the co-pilot on one of them made him the happiest person to ever. That experience decided his fate, he would join the Liberty Navy no matter what.

At the age of 17 he was accepted on West Point Military Academy, the most valued and respected Military Academy in whole Liberty. His parents were proud of him and they would wait for the day he would return home in his uniform and rank. Markus, as sad as he was for leaving his home, did not let it get in the way of becoming a military officer. His journey from Manhattan to West Point was long and full of anxiety for the young man and as he set his foot on West Point, he was about to die, he could not believe that he was finally there. His first days as a cadet were not the best, he was not used to living in shared quarters and co-habiting made him nervous which affected his training, which got him warned from his Drill Instructor that he were to fail. When he heard that, Markus froze completely, his mind was now thinking faster than it usually is, recalling memories of the past and thinking the shame he would bring on his family, changing his mindset completely and day by day he began improving.

A few years later, finally graduated, he returned to his home happy in his uniform as Ensign Markus Brass. He would stay there a few days before going on to his first assignment, his parents finally got to greet their son uniformed.

His first assignment was in the California system, a patrol with the Zeta wing around planet Mojave as Zeta-3. The emptiness of space and the dangers that lurk there did not scare him once he was in the cockpit of his Defender, the mission, went as expected, nice and easy. He was part of the Zeta wing for quite a bit of time patrolling areas within the California system, occassionally encountering cocky Rogues or sneaky Lane Hackers and by the time he was transferred, not a single member was left from when he first joined, they all died. The experience he had in the Zeta wing further changed the mind of Markus, sworing to never let anyone die on his watch again.

During that time was the beginning of the Nomad crisis, Freeport 7 was destroyed and some time later the Rheinland cruiser on Manhattan's orbit was destroyed by an Order wing and soon another crisis was to emerge. The LNS-Ragnarok, a prototype warship and its escort had gone rogue, laying destruction to their path towards Magellan and Markus was assigned into a fleet to prevent their exodus.

In the dense ice fields of Magellan, a Liberty fleet was expecting the LNS-Ragnarok, Markus was assigned there as a wing leader. The moment was finally there, LNS-Ragnarok and its escort were in range and the hidden Liberty fleet stormed them, but they were not alone. As soon as they were engaged, Lane Hacker fighter wings joined the fray to destroy the Liberty's fleet who had come so close to their home. As the fight raged on, Liberty's ships were going down one by one, Markus started to panic and not before long, he ventured away from the battlefield being chased by enemy fighters and he surrendered. Liberty's fleet had been destroyed by the joint forces of the rebels and the Lane Hackers and he was now a prisoner.

Taken aboard the LNS-Ragnarok he was interrogated by the rebels, even tortured, then he was thrown into a cell. With nothing but memories of his home to keep him company, he was surviving day by day in his cell waiting for his rescue or his death. One day, Commodore Thastus visited the brig to see if anyone would choose to fight by their side or remain a prisoner, that is when Markus snapped and without hesitation he decided to do anything for his freedom, even if it meant to join the rebels and escape later on.

After a few days spent on educating him, he was given a chance to prove himself loyal to the rebels. A Liberty patrol was spotted in Magellan searching for something and they had to be taken out, Markus, another prisoner and two rebels were assigned for this mission. This is when Markus found a chance to return to the Liberty Navy and was more than happy to accept the mission. The day after the briefing, the fighter wing launched to engage the patrol at the given coordinates, the other prisoner attempted to escape after they were in the clear but he was quickly put down permanently by the two rebels, it was clear these guys are aces which made Markus rethink of his escape. At the waypoint, they were waiting for the patrol to show up but what they got was unexpected, it was not a standard patrol, it was a flagship with fighter wings deployed. Markus immidiately hailed them asking for their help without receiving a response from them and neither were the rebels doing anything to stop him. Fighters were approaching Markus's fighter and once they were in range they powered up their weapons, which threw Markus into a state of panic and started fleeing towards the rebels seeking help.

The navy fighter wing consisting of 9 fighters engaged the two rebels and Markus and while the fight seemed over for them, it wasn't. The wing dispersed into teams of 3 for each fighter which made it easier for the rebels to coordinate and defeat them while Markus was having a hard time keeping his ship together. The two rebels cleared themselves and assisted Markus and ran away before reinforcements arrived. It was made clear that day that the Navy stopped caring for its lower ranked officers if they had fallen into enemy hands so he had to choose, flee and die or join the rebels for good.

Markus wanted to live a life of freedom and travel the stars but that seemed impossible now, the Liberty Navy who he had served has branded him a traitor that followed Commodore Thastus and his life was ruined. His first few months with the rebels were harsh as he did not consider himself as one of them, he just did what he had to do to survive.

What changed his mind was William Draxton, a high ranked member from the rebel group that decided to help the young man find his self. He shared his life's story with him, shared his experiences, his pain, his goals, his reason to continue fighting as a rebel. Once again, Markus's mind was touched and altered his way of thinking, Draxton showed him the light in this dark tunnel he was in, he showed him hope of achieving his dreams even in this state. After that conversation and with time, Markus devoted himself to the rebels to create a new home for them and strike back at Liberty.

Markus had not seen any real action as his post was in the home guard and the occasional Magellan patrol, not untill he was assigned as the XO of the Polyphemus under the command of Fleet Admiral William Draxton, his mentor. After many fierce battles with the Polyphemus, Draxton retired and command was given to Commander Brass who was later promoted to Star Colonel for a small period of time, before the S.A.D were disbanded.

His ascension to the rank of Lord Commander was done out of necessity, as the high command had chosen the Executive Commander Cristina Hunter as the next leader, which she refused and the next capable leader was Markus.

He is the Lord Commander of the Hellfire Legion untill this day.



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Name: Samuel E. Locklear
Codename: Stoneheart
Rank: Lord Commander
Place of birth: Planet Denver
Age: 44
Height: 181 CM
Weight: 90 KG
Eye Color: Gray

Bio: Samuel Ethan Locklear was born to an affluent family on Planet Denver in the Colorado system in 778 A.S. Both of his parents being LSF agents, they were well aware of the looming nomad threat. Samuel being the inquiring mind that he is used his parent's position to gain access to classified LSF intel regarding the nomad threat, and sought out The Order as quickly as possible, not confident in Liberty's abilities to thwart the coming threat.

Though his predictions turned out to be true, once the Nomads had been largely purged from the sector Samuel could never settle into his new lifestyle as a crewman aboard one of the Order's new recon cruisers. His thoughts often returned to Liberty, and how things would've been different if his House had been willing to acknowledge the gravitas of the situation. Would the nomads have infiltrated his home at all? Would Liberty have exposed the alien menace and dealt with them swiftly and efficiently?

Despite these questions he continued serving onboard the OCV Ma'at until 815 A.S, when the vessel came under attack and was ultimately destroyed by an LSF S&D wing. The Legion responded quickly to the incident, sifting through the wreckage for survivors. Lucky to be among the few men and women who had made it to the escape pods, Locklear was still badly injured, and remained in a coma until 818 A.S, awaking in a sterile Legion hospital within the heart of Fort Leniex itself. There he learned of the Legion's goals and ideologies, and under Lord Commanders Reynard Joyeuse and Alan Markson, rose through the ranks to Grand Admiral.

Having spent three years fighting for Liberty, age and exhaustion caught up with him. Not wanting to become one of the Legion's burnt out and tired icons or worse, be shot down in combat and his brain downloaded into an AI like Grace Callahan, Samuel retired to Guadalajara until May 31st, 822 A.S.

Lord Commander Markus Brass was stepping down for much the same reasons that Locklear himself had, and though he had never had any ambitions of becoming Lord Commander himself, the newly formed government of Guadalajara unanimously chose Samuel Locklear to be Brass' replacement, making him the first elected Lord Commander in the history of the Hellfire Legion.

Whether or not he will usher in a new age of expansion and prosperity for the Legion or fail to live up to his predecessors remains to be seen, but for now Locklear begins his daunting term as Lord Commander, only hoping that he is the right person for the job.



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Name: Elisabeth Sherwood
Codename: Lady Lilith
Rank: Executive Commander
Place of birth: Pembroke, Planet Cambridge, Bretonia
Age: 68
Height: 161 cm
Weight: 53 kg
Eye Color: Green

Bio: Elisabeth Sherwood was born on Planet Cambridge in the small town of Pembroke in 754 to a family of nobility, her father being the Earl of Pembroke. At the age of 18 she joined the military academy and studied to become a naval officer, as her family had wanted her to. In 774, age 20 she was assigned as a junior officer on the Victoria-class battleship HMS Stirling. The vessel regularly saw combat against pirates and the Mollies.

In 778 she met a Libertonian tourist named Oliver Harlow in a pub on New London. The two fell in love and two years later they got married. As a result Elisabeth moved to Liberty to planet Manhattan and was granted Libertonian citizenship. She joined the Liberty Navy and served on various ships until finally in 791 she was given command of her own vessel, the "Archer"-class Siege Cruiser LNS Lakota.

Cpt. Elisabeth Sherwood had a clean service record for years until 796 when there was an incident in the New York system. A group of Liberty Rogues had attacked and boarded a Luxury Liner to hold its passengers hostage. The LPI had a squadron at the spot but couldn't handle the situation on their own. A Navy patrol led by the LNS Lakota was called in together with a team of marines. The marines boarded the Liner to recapture the ship. The operation wasn't a total disaster but the boarding team reported several hostages had been executed by the Rogues. Elisabeth was furious and ignored standing orders to use as little violence as possible ordering her crew to fire several rounds at the bridge of the Liner killing 5 Rogues and injuring two civilians. The event was swept under the rug by the Navy and it was claimed that the casualties were actually the result of Rogue explosives.

While Elisabeth stayed in-line most of the time after that event, her attitude kept moving in the same direction. She showed no mercy, hunted down those who would harm civilians without a pause and was overall simply ferocious. Her superiors realized she was a risk yet decided that having someone so dedicated to bringing justice to the House was exactly what the people wanted to see.

They didn't see that she wasn't just dedicated however. She was becoming radical. In her eyes the Navy had become full careerists, armchair admirals and just plain incompetence. In addition politics was interwoven with it all. It had all become about power, influence and a nice paycheck.

Eventually she snapped, though few realized at the moment. The nomad war had started and most irregularities are credited to the Order or the nomads. This also applies for Elisabeth's disappearance in the year 800, as well as for a string of deadly attacks on Planet Manhattan that killed a Navy officer and a high-placed civil servant that belonged to president Jacobi's party and wounded several more.

Elisabeth Sherwood has been assumed dead every since, a casualty of the nomad war.

In the year 807 a Navy patrol in the California system was ambushed in the galactic north-west of the Tahoe Ice Cloud. Of the five Defender-class fighters only two returned to battleship Yukon. The shocked pilots reported that they were attacked by what appeared to be their own colleagues. A Siege Cruiser together with an escort of Defenders closed in on the patrol and then without warning ripped them apart. The two survivors were to relay a message to their superiors.

"Judgement day nears and the lady, lady Lilith will be your judge."

After that event the name Lady Lilith was not heard again for many years, until the year 820. The LSF reported revealed in their yearly report of Hellfire activities that the name 'Lady Lilith', assumed to be a codename, had appeared in two intercepted weakly-encrypted communications. The link with the events of 13 years earlier was not made at the moment. It was only until a year later that it was realized by some that this was likely the same Lilith as in 807. By then her name appeared a few more times and some amongst the investigating team believed her to be a high ranking member of the Hellfire Legion. Their superiors however refuted that theory as the evidence was so scarce her actual existence couldn't even be confirmed.

In 822 it turned out they might've been right after all as Lady Lilith for the first time in many years appeared in person in Liberty's core system. Always at the helm of one of the Legion's fearsome capital ships and accompanied by a small fleet. She has now been identified as the Executive Commander of the Hellfire Legion, gaining that position under Lord Commander Brass and remaining so under Lord Commander Locklear. Knowledge of her original identity is restricted to the Legion's High Command.



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Name: Damian Moreno
Codename: Suckerpunch
Rank: Executive Commander
Place of birth: Santa Cruz, Planet Los Angeles, Liberty
Age: 57
Height: 198.12 cm
Weight: 231 lbs
Eye Color: Hazel

Bio: Damian Moreno was born to a single mother on October the second, 766 A.S, in Santa Cruz. His mother was a waitress at a quick-stop Starbucks, and often left Moreno alone. At the age of fifteen, Moreno was detained by the Liberty Police for assaulting six officers. The statement collected was "I hope you choke on your tongue". Being recognized as a troublesome youth, Moreno spent his early years in Prison, aboard the LPI Huntsville, for violent crimes such as: Assault, Assault with a deadly weapon, vandalism, conspiracy to commit murder, and attempted murder. He was released in 789, where he enlisted with the Liberty Navy as a Marine.

Serving in the Navy was never something Damian had enjoyed, feeling it as being "Too gentle on morons and degenerates". For nearly a decade, following training, Damian remained loyal to the Republic, serving various tours on multiple vessels, earning himself the title of Lieutenant Commander. Moreno was always fascinated with tactics, yet often found brute force to be equally effective. Nearing the middle of 800 A.S, Moreno was stationed on board the cruiser Antares - A vessel which was a part of the uprising and founding of the Legion - As a marine. Believing Commodore Thastus has the right idea in leaving, Moreno happily stayed on board. For the next twenty-three years, he served under the various Leaders, witnessing nearly every battle. Damian had, over the years, begun to distinguish himself, earning the title of Executive Commander in 822 A.S.

Moreno's brutal, ruthless and uncaring attitude has always caused disagreements with Locklear. Never being one to talk or negotiate, Moreno is often sent out to lead battles and coordinate strikes against key targets. A veteran of war, Moreno remains in service, and has never been more content.



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Name: Christopher V. Dalgaard
Codename: Orionis
Rank: Executive Commander
Place of birth: Freeport 9, Omicron Theta, Outer-rim
Age: 29
Height: 177.8 cm
Weight: 72 kg
Eye Color: Brown

Bio: Born in 795 A.S to Viggo and Raina Dalgaard, a star-crossed couple comprised of a Cretan who grew a conscience and a Coalition freighter crew-woman. The romance between the two would prompt turgid reactions from their respective backgrounds and force them into a life of drifting, eventually settling upon Freeport-9 briefly to give birth to their one and only child, Christopher Viggo Dalgaard. His youth would consist of mainly helping maintain the family freighter and doing his level-best to never attract attention or cause trouble, for word of mouth was often more dangerous than a loaded gun.

Upon reaching adulthood, Christopher grew weary of having to watch both his parents endure a life of running and keeping their eyes affixed over their shoulders, having always been a child who was especially fond of Old Earth history, encompassing multiple subjects, specifically those of Knighthood, he sought true employment that catered to his tastes. Reluctantly, the Core agreed to avail his services, providing safe lodging of his parents as payment and seeing to it both their and his basic needs were accounted for. Having never even held a gun in his life, combat service in the outer-rim was extremely tough on young Christopher, his brief service was almost brought to a halt with his fighter being shot down during a skirmish with numerous hostile elements in Omicron Delta, he'd sustained severe organ damage and lost major portions of all his limbs, requiring extensive and expensive replacements to be put to use, something the Core once again reluctantly agreed to do.

Past this point in his life, Christopher was more focused and honor-bound than he was prior, assisting in the eviction of unlawful inhabitants of Planet Nauru upon the Core's assertion of Orbital superiority, growing accustomed to the art of war and nuances of being a 'Knight'. However, over the next few months he found himself puzzled as any orders issued thereafter were often a far-cry from the Oath he'd taken, with no alternative, Christopher would be an accomplice to various war-crimes and field executions.

In 823 A.S Christopher was approached by a man from the E.S.R.D, namely one 'Avery Reeves' who sought to put his skills and ideologies to better use, attempting to sway him to move to Liberty and pursue a proper life there. A few weeks of contemplation later and Christopher would find himself being drafted into a covert ensemble of troops from various backgrounds, all aimed at a single endeavor. He would always remain wary, as both the promises made to him and apparent ideals of his employer were perhaps too good to ever be entirely true. Following the controversial civil war of Alaska, Christopher once again found himself being shuffled, eventually being transferred and operating as a Marshal of Agency 404.

Following a botched operation, which he barely remembers and alleged charges of cooperating with hostile elements, Christopher was listed as M.I.A, a convenient end to a potential liability, until he returned. The days after his return were met with severe friction from not just the Director of the Agency, but the entire faceless Directorate that simply deemed him as improper for such a clandestine field of service anymore and therefore too risky of an asset to even discreetly fund so as to make basic provisions for life affordable after his termination. Having been lied to, cast out with nothing to provide his aging parents who solely relied upon him, Christopher rapidly grew hateful of everything Liberty seemingly represented. This figurative fire would lead him to the Commonwealth in 824 A.S.

Originally entering service with the Legion as a mere combat instructor. He faced quite a bit of suspicion and even discrimination on the basis of his past employment and incredibly shady origins. However, Christopher's relatively young age and passion for his path resonated very strongly with the youth of the Commonwealth, especially after his first public speech to the fresh enlists on Monterrey, touting the now-iconic line that "When laws fail the people they turn to the flame", he had been progressively garnering enough of an influence that key members of its Government considered him an eligible candidate to serve as Samuel Locklear's inter-rim replacement. Almost unanimously, the Commonwealth elected him to be the next Lord Commander, but with some semblance of his old Knightly ways still intact, Christopher refused to officially take up the post and instead sought the rank of Executive Commander, something that he could consider his.

The following months were filled with public speeches and patriotism flattering to the burning skull of the Legion. Today, Christopher is a rather well-known individual among the Commonwealth's populace. His position as an anomaly and 'under-dog' in the list of candidates only helped foster the admiration he seemingly had with those who knew of him. Dubbed as being very much like his predecessor, but colder and quieter. He is however a man who is listened to when he chooses to speak.



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