Post by Macbeth Stewart on Oct 19, 2012 13:30:16 GMT -5
Name: Macbeth "Mac" Duncan Stewart
Rank: Corporal
Assignment: Infantry
Section: 1st section, 1st fireteam leader.
Age: 25
Height: 6'8" (203cm)
Weight: 223lb (101kg)
Years of Service: 7 years (including 4 years university study paid for by U.C.H.D.)
Injuries Received in the line of Duty:
Shrapnel wounds to the right anterior shoulder - healed with full mobility and only minor scarring. Same explosion severed genicular artery and destroyed right patella. Patella has been replaced with prosthesis, with only minor impairment to flexibility.
Character's Kit:
M1 Personal Defence Weapon
M24 Light Machine Gun
3x M1 Fragmentation Grenade
A21 Tactical "Marauder" Armour
Frame:
Macbeth, or 'Mac' as most know him, at six foot two stands head-and-shoulders above most men physically. His broad-shoulders, deep and strong chest which heaves majestically with every breath only adds to his physical presence. Mac physique is usually described by his admirers as: defined but not overly muscled (or "not like one of those steroid gym junkies" as some say).
His face jars oddly with the gentle brown eyes that lie underneath his two bushy eyebrows. Mac's eyebrows seem to have a life of their own, wriggling or rising with the slightest change in his temperament - close friends know to watch them, for they will foreshadow any decision he takes. Curiously for a soldier his nose remains straight and aquiline, unbroken in either brawl or training. His jawline is strong but not harsh and full red lips rest the ideal distance from nose and chin.
Mac's hair is dark brown, almost black, and is kept short but not trimmed by a razor like many. In his teenage years and when he joined the military he sported a well-trimmed beard, but he got rid of this years ago.
Personality:
Mac's personality is definite, at twenty-eight you would hope so but in truth his has been definite since long before that. Mac like any man has many virtues but again as with all men there is one cardinal sin which lays them low. For Mac his is wroth and pride, a man of many virtues should have an equal number of faults after all. He is slow to anger but once enraged neither his heart or his head will stop him - he does not forgive or forget. Pride in as much as he desires the good opinions of all around him, as such he often over-extends himself in efforts to win their affections and to prove his own superiority.
Defects aside Mac remains an admirable man: honest, capable, brave and tolerant. Raised by parents who were both actors and having studied History and Theatre at the University of Hector Sector on Magnum's World; the effect of which is to produce a man who is at once liberal and traditional. Combining the values of old: of duty, honour, integrity; with the best of the modern: tolerance, and scientific (read: rational) intelligence.
As with all men Mac is a complex creature, full of flaws and yet at the same time an impeccable accident of nature.
History:
Mac was born the youngest son of a family of daughters - five to be exact - and came just as his parents had retired from the stage. Harry and Jennifer Stewart's last play had been the famed 'Scottish play' and so in a tribute to the bard and the fact that their son most likely had been conceived 'off stage right' named him Macbeth Duncan Stewart.
Mac quickly was appropriated by the family and friends to describe the serious young child. He was spoiled by his elder sisters who were the only one's who could get the infant Mac to smile and laugh. As he grew it became clear that the lad had a temper...of a real judicial sort. In the playground he would settle disputes over toys and enforce his decisions with, what could only be described as, royal prerogative.
Though his parents discouraged it he quickly took to the stage, and displayed a prodigious talent for it. Throughout his entire life he would never abandon the stage entirely, even if only able to just read plays and act them in the barracks during his time in the forces.
He graduated high school with excellent marks however his parent's savings wasn't able to stretch to a sixth child's tertiary education. So Mac decided to enlist and have the U.C.H.D. pay for his studies. Again he became renowned in the university's theatre company, one shining review of his part in the play Macbeth said, "Who else apart from Macbeth can truly bring Macbeth back to life?!" At 22 he left university and begin his term of service to the U.C.H.D., he graduated summa cum laude in History and Theatre.
He adapted surprisingly well to military life and received glowing recommendations from his drill instructors and superior officers. He was posted first to a military police platoon stationed on a rather troublesome outer colony planet. The posting was his own request, despite being qualified for expeditionary forces' units.
It was during a terrorist attack on the barracks that he distinguished himself. The attack was orchestrated by a local anarcho-socialist group with no wider ties it was later established by hard and soft intelligence. The attack involved the ramming of the barrack gates by three vehicles loaded with crude petro-chemical explosives. The first was stopped by a well placed shot to the drivers face by the soldier on duty at the gate, but the other two made it through.
The two vehicles made for the barracks themselves and the mess, aiming to cause maximum damage to soft-targets. Mac barely had time to react to the alarm before the explosion ripped through the barracks, sending the remnants of a door into his shoulder and leg (smashing his patella and severing an artery in the process). Though his shoulder pained him it was only a minor wound in truth, the damage to his leg and the ripping open of the artery there was more serious. Quickly ripping off the sleeve of his shirt he formed a tourniquet and slowed the blood flow from his artery. Crawling under the smoke he found an overturned bunk and began to lever himself to his feet.
As he did so he heard a groan from a man crushed under some debris, grabbing the man by the scruff of his neck Mac dragged him to safety. He would return into the barracks a further two times to pull another two men from the rubble before he could no longer stand from the pain. With no superior officer in sight, Mac took charge of the rescue operation. Leaning against a wall still upright and all the while refusing to rest until he was assured that everyone in the barracks that could be saved was.
In all he managed to directly save three wounded men and indirectly countless others by ensuring an ordered and prompt response to the disaster.
When a superior officer did arrive Mac was ordered to the medics before he passed out, Mac replied, "I will pass out when I God-damn well ready...sir." 'God-damn' Mac quickly became his nickname among the other men in the unit.
As result of this display of valour however he was forced to spend over six months in a military hospital recovering and ensuring that his shoulder and knee did not suffer any permanent damage. It was nearly nine months before he was returned to active duty. After his display of valour his superiors could not countenance wasting him in the military police, and transferred him to the 32nd Drop Corps Special Regiment - 'The Honoured Brothers'.
Sample Roleplay:
Macbeth, gunny sack slung over his left shoulder easily, followed the corporal who showed him the way to his bunk. Ducking under bulk-heads, well Mac did anyway, the two made their way through the corridors of the troop transport of the 32nd.
Mac's brown eyes glanced this way and that, and his eye-brows danced in anticipation (if the corporal had known that they would have seem less peculiar); because here he was, actually a member of the great 32nd and more than that most likely going to see active duty! Aye there is indeed a divinity shaping our ends, 'rough-hew them how we will', Mac smiled at the Bard's words ringing in his mind.
Stepping through another bulk-head he began to whistle a little tune, the corporal fearing that this may presage some annoyance on the behalf of Mac quickly spoke,
"Not much further, keep an eye on the numbers of the bulk-heads it'll help you get around. Not too close a eye mind, lest you..."
The corporal was interrupted with a loud thud, the thud of Mac's forehead hitting the bulk-head - right where the number was written.
"...hit your head."
Rubbing his forehead Mac replied with bitter wit,
"No kidding."
The corporal chuckled and they walked on.
Rank: Corporal
Assignment: Infantry
Section: 1st section, 1st fireteam leader.
Age: 25
Height: 6'8" (203cm)
Weight: 223lb (101kg)
Years of Service: 7 years (including 4 years university study paid for by U.C.H.D.)
Injuries Received in the line of Duty:
Shrapnel wounds to the right anterior shoulder - healed with full mobility and only minor scarring. Same explosion severed genicular artery and destroyed right patella. Patella has been replaced with prosthesis, with only minor impairment to flexibility.
Character's Kit:
M1 Personal Defence Weapon
M24 Light Machine Gun
3x M1 Fragmentation Grenade
A21 Tactical "Marauder" Armour
Frame:
Macbeth, or 'Mac' as most know him, at six foot two stands head-and-shoulders above most men physically. His broad-shoulders, deep and strong chest which heaves majestically with every breath only adds to his physical presence. Mac physique is usually described by his admirers as: defined but not overly muscled (or "not like one of those steroid gym junkies" as some say).
His face jars oddly with the gentle brown eyes that lie underneath his two bushy eyebrows. Mac's eyebrows seem to have a life of their own, wriggling or rising with the slightest change in his temperament - close friends know to watch them, for they will foreshadow any decision he takes. Curiously for a soldier his nose remains straight and aquiline, unbroken in either brawl or training. His jawline is strong but not harsh and full red lips rest the ideal distance from nose and chin.
Mac's hair is dark brown, almost black, and is kept short but not trimmed by a razor like many. In his teenage years and when he joined the military he sported a well-trimmed beard, but he got rid of this years ago.
Personality:
Mac's personality is definite, at twenty-eight you would hope so but in truth his has been definite since long before that. Mac like any man has many virtues but again as with all men there is one cardinal sin which lays them low. For Mac his is wroth and pride, a man of many virtues should have an equal number of faults after all. He is slow to anger but once enraged neither his heart or his head will stop him - he does not forgive or forget. Pride in as much as he desires the good opinions of all around him, as such he often over-extends himself in efforts to win their affections and to prove his own superiority.
Defects aside Mac remains an admirable man: honest, capable, brave and tolerant. Raised by parents who were both actors and having studied History and Theatre at the University of Hector Sector on Magnum's World; the effect of which is to produce a man who is at once liberal and traditional. Combining the values of old: of duty, honour, integrity; with the best of the modern: tolerance, and scientific (read: rational) intelligence.
As with all men Mac is a complex creature, full of flaws and yet at the same time an impeccable accident of nature.
History:
Mac was born the youngest son of a family of daughters - five to be exact - and came just as his parents had retired from the stage. Harry and Jennifer Stewart's last play had been the famed 'Scottish play' and so in a tribute to the bard and the fact that their son most likely had been conceived 'off stage right' named him Macbeth Duncan Stewart.
Mac quickly was appropriated by the family and friends to describe the serious young child. He was spoiled by his elder sisters who were the only one's who could get the infant Mac to smile and laugh. As he grew it became clear that the lad had a temper...of a real judicial sort. In the playground he would settle disputes over toys and enforce his decisions with, what could only be described as, royal prerogative.
Though his parents discouraged it he quickly took to the stage, and displayed a prodigious talent for it. Throughout his entire life he would never abandon the stage entirely, even if only able to just read plays and act them in the barracks during his time in the forces.
He graduated high school with excellent marks however his parent's savings wasn't able to stretch to a sixth child's tertiary education. So Mac decided to enlist and have the U.C.H.D. pay for his studies. Again he became renowned in the university's theatre company, one shining review of his part in the play Macbeth said, "Who else apart from Macbeth can truly bring Macbeth back to life?!" At 22 he left university and begin his term of service to the U.C.H.D., he graduated summa cum laude in History and Theatre.
He adapted surprisingly well to military life and received glowing recommendations from his drill instructors and superior officers. He was posted first to a military police platoon stationed on a rather troublesome outer colony planet. The posting was his own request, despite being qualified for expeditionary forces' units.
It was during a terrorist attack on the barracks that he distinguished himself. The attack was orchestrated by a local anarcho-socialist group with no wider ties it was later established by hard and soft intelligence. The attack involved the ramming of the barrack gates by three vehicles loaded with crude petro-chemical explosives. The first was stopped by a well placed shot to the drivers face by the soldier on duty at the gate, but the other two made it through.
The two vehicles made for the barracks themselves and the mess, aiming to cause maximum damage to soft-targets. Mac barely had time to react to the alarm before the explosion ripped through the barracks, sending the remnants of a door into his shoulder and leg (smashing his patella and severing an artery in the process). Though his shoulder pained him it was only a minor wound in truth, the damage to his leg and the ripping open of the artery there was more serious. Quickly ripping off the sleeve of his shirt he formed a tourniquet and slowed the blood flow from his artery. Crawling under the smoke he found an overturned bunk and began to lever himself to his feet.
As he did so he heard a groan from a man crushed under some debris, grabbing the man by the scruff of his neck Mac dragged him to safety. He would return into the barracks a further two times to pull another two men from the rubble before he could no longer stand from the pain. With no superior officer in sight, Mac took charge of the rescue operation. Leaning against a wall still upright and all the while refusing to rest until he was assured that everyone in the barracks that could be saved was.
In all he managed to directly save three wounded men and indirectly countless others by ensuring an ordered and prompt response to the disaster.
When a superior officer did arrive Mac was ordered to the medics before he passed out, Mac replied, "I will pass out when I God-damn well ready...sir." 'God-damn' Mac quickly became his nickname among the other men in the unit.
As result of this display of valour however he was forced to spend over six months in a military hospital recovering and ensuring that his shoulder and knee did not suffer any permanent damage. It was nearly nine months before he was returned to active duty. After his display of valour his superiors could not countenance wasting him in the military police, and transferred him to the 32nd Drop Corps Special Regiment - 'The Honoured Brothers'.
Sample Roleplay:
Macbeth, gunny sack slung over his left shoulder easily, followed the corporal who showed him the way to his bunk. Ducking under bulk-heads, well Mac did anyway, the two made their way through the corridors of the troop transport of the 32nd.
Mac's brown eyes glanced this way and that, and his eye-brows danced in anticipation (if the corporal had known that they would have seem less peculiar); because here he was, actually a member of the great 32nd and more than that most likely going to see active duty! Aye there is indeed a divinity shaping our ends, 'rough-hew them how we will', Mac smiled at the Bard's words ringing in his mind.
Stepping through another bulk-head he began to whistle a little tune, the corporal fearing that this may presage some annoyance on the behalf of Mac quickly spoke,
"Not much further, keep an eye on the numbers of the bulk-heads it'll help you get around. Not too close a eye mind, lest you..."
The corporal was interrupted with a loud thud, the thud of Mac's forehead hitting the bulk-head - right where the number was written.
"...hit your head."
Rubbing his forehead Mac replied with bitter wit,
"No kidding."
The corporal chuckled and they walked on.
