Wolfe Whitcomb

Out of Armor

## Physical Appearance

Wolfe was always considered a "big guy". When he was in school, in basic, and most of the time he was fighting. His initial height of 6'2 before augmentations was only increased to near the level of some smaller Spartan IIs, and his love for weights stuck with him throughout his life. His legs have been forged beyond tree trunks, with his calves and thighs fitting very snugly into his armor. His upper body received equal attention, with him being able to lift a bit more than the average Spartan IV. Broad chested with his biceps and triceps bound like steel plating across his upper arms, he packs quite the literal punch. His forearms look like they have steel cables running under the skin.

His face has a scar running across his right cheek from a close call with an energy sword, right under his brown eye. His dark, salt and pepper hair is cut short, well in regulation, and stands up swept a bit to the right. His beard is kept trimmed when he has the facilities available, but can grow a fair amount on longer operations. His skin is a tanned bronze.

## **Personality**

Wolfe is a big people person, usually the most light hearted person in a fireteam, even when pinned down under heavy fire. He shies away from leadership roles among his fellow Spartans, but he has no issue leading marine fireteams. He's a bit tight-lipped when working with elites, though, still not fully used to working alongside the species he was once working to only kill.

He likes to form close attachments with the people he's around, despite often going through losing them. He'll talk about anything; the weather, the mission, a weapon, a rock, his thoughts, someone's hair, and anything in between. He's a bit worn out by the constant war and bloodshed, but he tries not to let it show when he's in public, but he's not always successful, sometimes slipping into trances or blanking out of a conversation.

## **Bio**

Wolfe was born to a middle class family on the planet Algolis, and grew up surrounded by military culture. His father had been serving in the UNSC's ground forces since before the Human-Covenant war, and Wolfe aspired to do the same, to serve his species in the best way he could: by defending it. He enlisted as soon as he could, preferring direct fighting to commanding troops. He gained a reputation for driving Warthogs with a rare skill, diving the mechanical beasts into thick plasma fire and extracting marines with minimum damage.

He was on Algolis when it was taken by the Covenant, fighting as part of Hades corps, and among the last shuttle to make it off world before the detonation of the Prototype suit. He continued fighting throughout the war, rising to Master Sergeant by the end of the war, in which he fought on the Ark.

When the war did end, he didn't know what to do. He was approached by the UNSC and informed of the Spartan IV program. He joined, partly because he was unsure of how else he could contribute, but partly to honor humanity's lost heroes, Spartan 117, and his former platoon commander, Ghost. He never regretted his decision, as his lifelong goal of defending humanity could now continue. Whatever the cost.