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Major Balthazar Langdon.
A giant of a man, standing tall at 6'1" and built like a brick shithouse. His face dominated by scars, a particularly nasty one adorning his left cheek. Serving as a constant reminder of his failure in Afghanistan.
His hair is kept short, almost completely shaved for practical reasons. People fight dirty, if you can avoid giving them an opportunity, do so. The eyes are what unnerve most people, friends as well as foes. They are a clear radiant blue, almost sparkling.
Usually dressed in his officers uniform, and green beret. At his side he carries the standard issue Beretta M9.
Born in 1982 to parents; Albert and Stacey Langdon, a bricklayer and a seamstress. Balthazar grew up in Jamestown, North Dakota. Life wasn't always easy but he'd managed. Somehow.