Name: Jonah Haines

Codename: 'Drōz'

Status: ACTIVE

Gender: Male

Age: 28

Date of Birth: 3/26/1997

Place of Birth: Norfolk, Virginia

Occupation: Mobile Task Force ε-11 ("Nine-Tailed Fox") Non-Commissioned Officer assigned to NTF Squad-73, ν-7 ("Hammer Down") Enlisted

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Hazel, Green Dominant

Height: 6'2"

Weight: 182.4 lbs | 82.74 kg

Blood Type: A+

Diagnosed with Dyslexia and ADHD at the age of 14. Diagnosed with Depression, PTSD, and AUD at the age of 24.

• Knife laceration scar on left forearm.

• Bullet wound scars on outer right thigh, upper left bicep, and upper left quadrant of back.

• Scar on his left inner wrist. It resembles a 45. ACP bullet seated within a casing. Within the bullet casing is a crude roman numeral 'II'. Carved into his arm via knife.
  "Better than a tattoo, in my opinion. Faster, won't fade as bad with age, et cetera. It was free, too. Can't beat that."

• A patch on the center of his vest. A four-eyed albino rat with the words "Vent Rat" inscribed on it.

On March 26th, 1994 at approximately 0943 hours, Jonah Augustus Haines was born in Sentara Norfolk General Hospital in Norfolk, Virginia to Kenneth Haines and Nicole Harding. His early years in coastal Virginia were marked by a persistent undercurrent of domestic instability. His parents teetered on the brink of separation multiple times, their infidelities casting a shadow over the household. In this environment, Jonah instinctively adopted the role of protector for his younger brother. He wielded humor like a shield, deflecting the tension with jokes and playful antics, striving to keep his brother's spirits buoyant amidst the family's turbulence. One particularly vivid memory was a period spent with their maternal grandparents while his parents were in crisis. Throughout that time, Jonah made it his mission to distract his brother, their days filled with games, playing with toy planes, and laughter orchestrated by Jonah's youthful efforts.

Despite the challenges at home, Jonah found positive male role models in his extended family. His maternal grandfather and uncle were Marines, while his paternal grandfather had served in Army intelligence. Their presence and service instilled in Jonah a sense of duty and a latent desire to serve his country. His uncle, with a similar wry sense of humor and more recent military experience, became a significant influence. When Jonah considered joining the Navy, drawn by the proximity of the Norfolk Naval Base and is love for planes and technology, his uncle offered a decisive, albeit humorous, piece of advice: "Coming from a marine, join the Air Force, or don't join at all." This guidance steered Jonah towards the skies.

Jonah heeded this advice and enlisted in the U.S. Air Force as soon as he turned eighteen, a decision fueled in part by a desire to escape the unpredictable rhythm of his home life. His first four-year contract as an avionics technician saw him stationed in diverse locales – Okinawa in Japan, Spangdahlem in Germany, and Kunsan in South Korea – where he honed his skills working on the intricate electrical systems of F-22 and F-35 fighter jets. He found a certain satisfaction in the technical challenges, but a deeper yearning for more direct human impact began to take root. This feeling crystallized towards the end of his first contract. While working on an F-35, he learned about a SEAD mission it had flown in support of a Green Beret infiltration in Afghanistan. The mission went awry; hostile Anti-Air artillery, which had evaded SEAD targeting, brought down their Blackhawk, leaving the special forces team stranded and resulting in significant casualties. Looking at the advanced aircraft he maintained, Jonah felt a pang of helplessness, a sense that he could be doing more to directly aid his fellow service members in moments of crisis.

This realization propelled him to re-enlist for another four years, this time with the grueling ambition of becoming a Pararescue Jumper, a PJ. The intense training forged strong bonds within the unit, and over the two years leading up to incident ███-A, Jonah built solid friendships. He found a particular solidarity with Marcus "Mac" Allen, a fellow PJ with a similar dark sense of humor that helped them both navigate the inherent stresses of their demanding profession; their shared experiences fostered a deep trust. Staff Sergeant Gianna "G" Rossi, their formidable and respected leader, cultivated a tight-knit atmosphere within the squad, and while Jonah valued the connection he had with all his teammates, some bonds within the unit had grown stronger than others. When the call came for their unit to deploy while in Yemen to exfiltrate a Marine Force Reconnaissance squad reportedly ambushed by enemy forces, the team steeled themselves as they boarded the C-130. Departing from the back of the aircraft, the initial adrenaline of the jump mixed with the familiar dark humor exchanged with Mac on the ground before reaching the ambush site quickly dissolved into a nightmare. The sounds of gunfire that had echoed from the compound upon landing abruptly ceased, leaving the team to push in total silence. The scene at the compound was a grotesque scene of carnage, bodies not just riddled with bullets but torn apart in ways conventional weaponry couldn't explain. 

Alongside Mac, Jonah breached the main building, the horror escalating with each blood-soaked room. On the second floor, they encountered an indescribable entity, an eldritch horror feasting on a fallen Marine. It took multiple rounds to neutralize the creature, and in the aftermath, as they moved outside, they found the rest of their team slaughtered, savaged by another of the same monstrous beings. Their team leader fought valiantly but was being torn apart when Jonah and Mac intervened, killing the creature, but not before it raked its claws across his closest friend, leaving behind a strange, oily residue. The combined trauma of the inexplicable massacre and the bizarre nature of the creatures shattered Mac's sanity. He descended into incoherent rambling and, in a terrifying turn, attacked Jonah with his service pistol, landing multiple hits. The fight quickly devolved; his former comrade pulled out a knife, continuing the attack. In the ensuing struggle, Jonah's pistol discharged, killing Mac. With the late radio operator's pack destroyed in the battle with one of the creatures, Jonah dragged the injured Rossi and Mac's body three kilometers to their exfil point. A QRF team extracted the traumatized survivors, but the horror didn't end there; Rossi later took her own life, unable to cope with what she had seen, a loss that compounded the already crushing weight of everything Jonah had endured.

Jonah was awarded a Purple Heart for his actions and was medically discharged for mental health reasons shortly after. While he indeed suffered from depression and PTSD, the discharge was also a convenient cover-up for the anomalous event he had witnessed. For two years, Jonah grappled with the aftermath. He isolated himself from his family, haunted by the incomprehensible reality he had faced, the guilt of killing Mac, and the heavy weight of Rossi's suicide. He had turned to alcohol as a means of coping almost immediately after returning from Yemen, but intensified his drinking after his discharge, drifting through a series of short-lived jobs and cramped apartments. It was a long and arduous battle, but a year and a half after his discharge, he managed to achieve sobriety. Shortly thereafter, he found a measure of stability working as a security guard at a datacenter in Florida.

Despite the efforts of the military to explain away the Yemen incident as hallucinations, Jonah knew what he had seen was real. Following his achievement of sobriety, the Foundation initiated contact. Two years after his discharge, as Jonah was driving home from his security shift, his car broke down. A passing patrol car stopped to assist, and the officer offered him a ride home. Jonah accepted, sitting in the back of the squad car for the short trip. Upon arriving at his apartment, the officer stated someone was waiting for him inside. Confused, Jonah entered to find a calm and articulate woman seated in his living room. She introduced herself as a representative of the Foundation and proceeded to hand Jonah a file, its contents an operational report about a breach in Yemen. It was then, after Jonah read the file, that she presented him with the offer: enlist in a Mobile Task Force, where his firsthand experience with these entities could become invaluable in understanding and containing similar threats, offering him a chance to confront the reality that had haunted him for so long. 

After undergoing the rigorous process of recruitment and evaluation, Jonah was eventually presented with a choice between several MTFs given his combat, medical, and technical aptitude: Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots"), Epsilon-11 ("Nine-Tailed Fox"), Nu-7 ("Hammer Down"), Mu-4 ("Debuggers"), Titan-1 ("Off The Books"), or Delta-45 ("Rolling Thunder"). He ultimately chose to join Epsilon-11, driven by a desire to directly confront anomalies and prevent others from experiencing the horrors he had witnessed in Yemen – a decision that echoed his earlier transition from the support role of an avionics technician to the front-line action of a Pararescue Jumper. Jonah was initially stationed at the Rapid Response Team (RRT) FOB situated outside Site-██ with NTF's RRTD-Golf/Lima for approximately one year. However, his characteristic sense of humor and somewhat unconventional personality created friction with his initial teammates and the command staff at that location, leading him to stagnate in the enlisted corps. Consequently, he submitted a request for transfer and was eventually reassigned to Site-66, where he became a member of Epsilon-11's Squad-73.