Head: Iron Greandier v3
Torso: CLAWs Commander
Arms: Iron Grenadier v3
Waist: CLAWs Commander
Legs: Iron Grenadier v3

Given a choice between prison or "boot camp" after many run-ins with the law, IGC chose "boot". After several months of hard disipline and structered living he began to like this idea of life and decided to join the military upon graduation. Recruited by the Airforce for his intellect and tacticle skills, he was on his way. However, one can never truely escape his past and while enlisted IGC usually found trouble in the wrong places. Luckily enough he finished his mandatory tour of duty and took a job with an airline. While on a lay over in Scotland he saw what could only be described as terrorist activity. Intrigued by this, he immediatly quit his job and wandered the Scottish country for several years, often taking "odd" jobs. Some would say he was a mercenary. This lead him to the biggest break or blunder of his career. He took a job for a man, who would not be named. The job, infiltrate and gain information on a certain arms dealer. Ultimately he failed his mission and spent a few days in the dungeon of the man who would later become his new employer.