Post by Aedan West on Jul 27, 2013 8:32:31 GMT -5
Name: Aedan West
Rank: Private First Class
Assignment: Infantry
Section: Rifleman, 1st Squad, 2nd Fireteam
Age: 23
Height: 6'
Weight: 180 lbs
Years of Service: 2
Injuries Received in the line of Duty: 2 broken knuckles/right hand, fractured cheekbone
Character's Kit:
M1 PDW (A: flashlight)
M68C9 (A: 40mm G.Launcher, hybrid optic)
A21 "Marauder" TA
Frame:
Aedan is built healthy and strong. There is nothing unusually astounding about his stature. Standing at six-foot-even at 180 pounds, some may see him as being stocky, but the truth is he is just built like a farmhand. He keeps his dark brown hair fairly longer than most superiors would like, however, he doesn't work with just any chain-of-command. A few tattoos decorate his arms, most notably, a colorful giant squid/Kraken sea beast-of-sorts inked upon his left forearm. Aside from that, his most distinguishing feature are his emerald green eyes.
Personality:
Many do not learn much about Aedan upon short time. He is mostly self-contained and quiet but shy by no means. He's a greater-good kind of team player and a shirt-off-my-back kind of guy, valuing loyalty, partnership, and friendship above all. This kind of person usually makes for a great soldier, but Aedan is a slow learner and definitely not a leader. That's not to say he's a follower, he's just a "do'er". Like most, he makes mistakes, in particular, the bottling up of aggression which explains his early years of training while enlisted in the UCHD.
He has a strong drive to succeed and help those in need. However, all of these seemingly great attributes are coupled with what most would consider a heavy drinking problem, an addictive personality, and jealousy issues. Aedan has strong political opinions that are hard to shake, he believes in little to no government, total civil freedom, and almost what is labeled, anarchy. Like most anarchists, Aedan has trust in humankind. After all, how else would anarchy remain any peace?
Though he loves little to no authoritative control, he takes his job in the military seriously. He takes orders, even if he doesn't necessarily agree to them, and tries to accomplish the mission with the utmost of his ability. He may openly express his opinions and gripes among his peers but nothing too seriously jeopardizing. One might think that adjusting to the UCHD life might be hard for him, but he's never really experienced a life without government control. Really, has anyone these days?
History:
Aedan West was born in the southern North America region of Earth in a medimeteopolitan area called Gulfsburg to unmarried parents Decan Rivers and Ariya West. Decan left the family when Aedan was two, so he doesn't remember anything about his father. Thus, he was raised by a single mother. It didn't put much hardship on him though, his mother was incredible.It did force him, however, to learn early in his life to be the man of the household.
He thoroughly enjoyed tinkering as a child, even with his own toys. Taking things apart to learn basic mechanics taught him more of the "fatherly" chores. School was just another chore for him as well, albeit one that he didn't excell in but did enough to pass. More than anything growing up, he enjoyed relaxing in the local parks, beneath the Great Oaks.
Two days after his fifteenth birthday, Aedan joined the Farmhand Union to help support his family, including his four-year old baby sister Shahine. He loved working the lands to provide food for not just his family but also for Human Corp to distribute to citizens of the UCR. It truly made him feel like he was making a difference in people's lives. He stayed with them for six years until he really wanted some drastic change in his life. By this time, he had a step-father as well, Shahine's father GSGT Jude Whitaker.
This man happened to be a military recruiter. Jude helped him join with the best contract he could and imbedded him with substantial interest. After a week or so of signing papers, Aedan was on his way to become a Special Drop Sniper. The next two months before his shipdate were painfully long but sad. He left behind his loving family after saying his goodbyes, but he teusted in Jude to take care of them.
Basic training was too easy for Aedan. Do what you're told and don't stand out as an individual. It was kill or be killed and that's just how he operated. With flying colors, he passed through the four months of military-life adjustment, the two months of Infantry school, and he was on his way to Drop School on Stataca. This was where things really became clear to Aedan; he loved this shit! Making a drop was the absolute biggest rush he had ever experienced, the anxiety leading up to it was just shy of crippling fear but it was like an itch that needed scratching. The three month course flew by even faster than Basic and he was on the flightline again, this time to Sniper school.
It started out just like the last two blocks of training...
Sample Roleplay:
The tip of the crimson echelon met the base of the target's chin. Aedan ran through the calculations in his head, then calmly let out his breath. Steam would have came from his mouth in this cold, but the snow he put in it prevented pure body heat from escaping on his exhale. His trigger finger gripped the cold steel of the 8-pound trigger. Thunder struck in the form of a firing pin slamming into the primer of a .95 caliber round. Aedan re-aligned his optic. "Miss", the dreadful word came muttered from his assigned spotter.
It was his first miss of the school and not even close to his farthest shot. He cursed under his breath. "Relax idiot, your squeeze was too heavy." At this point, Aedan was seeing blood red. Animosity had built up between these two every hour of the last three weeks. He was a taller, athletic young man of African descent and he loved to shoot his mouth off. It pissed Aedan off.
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The training company was marched to breakfast chow the following morning. Aedan stood patiently, at parade rest, waiting for the line to move. Marcus, his spotter, stood in line behind him and even the general feeling of this man's presence drove Aedan insane. Worst part was, he was almost positive Marcus knew good and well he was getting under his skin. The two snapped to attention, mimicking the rest of the line in front of him. They moved forward a few steps; when they stopped again, the spotter leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "I can't wait to get a new teammate, you're the worst shot here." Aedan bit his tongue.
"What's the matter you dumb hick? Your dad teach you those manners?"
That was it. Quickly, he turned around and struck the taller man in the throat with his fist. Toppling over, Marcus clenched at his throat. A crowd was forming around the two. The spotter lunged off his feet, tackling Aedan to the ground. A quick flurry of punches to Aedan's face and Marcus was bucked off. Aedan bounced up and turned to face his enemy. He sent an angered uppercut into the man's gut. Marcus hooked his arm around Aedan's neck and fell backwards. A grunt emerged from Aedan's mouth as his face slammed into the concrete. Something felt seriously wrong now. He worked his head out of Marcus' grip, blood lathering up his uniform. Aedan stood up and glared at Marcus, who was staring at him, a little shocked. Bone was showing out of his face. Before he could prepare to continue the fight, Aedan slammed Marcus' head into the wall.
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Kicked out of Sniper school, Aedan spent four months in recovery from a fractured cheekbone and broken knuckles. He spent the last week studying over his orders which we're entitled 'Compassionate Reassignment'. Those words truly irked him but he knew that he could have been court-marshaled for the stunt he pulled. It was a huge break.
PFC West, Aedan Tyson is ordered by United Colonies for Human Defense Command Department a Temporary Change of Duty Station. Soldier will report to K CO, 32ND SDC RGMN, 3/4 no later than 20 AUG 3358.
Aedan re-read this part over-and-over.
I'll let you know in the sbox when I've fixed it. Starting on it now.
