Post by Mattox Forrest on Sept 22, 2013 23:53:51 GMT -5
Name: Mattox Nathanial Forrest
Rank: Private First Class
Assignment: Infantry
Section:1st Squad, 2nd Fireteam
Age: 22
Height: 6 feet 1 inch
Weight: 210 pounds
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Years of Service: 4 years
Injuries Received in the Line of Duty: Shot twice, once in the trapezius muscle, and once in the lower leg; foot-long scar across his chest
Character’s Kit: M1 PDW, M68C9 Assault Rifle with Trijicon ACOG TA31 optic along the top rail and a fore grip on the bottom rail, fighting knife, A21 Tactical "Marauder" Armor
Frame: Like most of the men of his family, Mattox is built fairly stocky. Weighing in at 225 pounds and only standing at six feet tall, it is not too hard to see why. Despite looking like he might be overweight, the majority of Mattox’s weight comes from a well-developed upper body and an equally developed lower body. With a father who worked his way from the enlisted ranks to the brass of the Expeditionary Corps and also being the second of three brothers, not becoming tough and muscular was simply not an option. Due to that upbringing and being someone that scarred very easily, Mattox had many scars covering his body. They didn’t come close to the three major scars he had from the line of duty, but they were most certainly there none the less. He had fairly large hands, even for someone his size, but he liked them, claiming that his punches were harder because of it. The most striking feature, however, was a pair of ice blue eyes. The reason they were intriguing was partially because of their extremely light color, but also because his hair, when it was not buzzed, was pitch black. It was an interesting combination that appeared in a lot of the men of the Forrest family.
Personality: Where his older brother, Gabriel, was a hot head, Mattox was typically calm and collected. It was a trait that he had picked up from his father, whom he admired tremendously. Mattox had only seen his father lose his cool twice in his 23 years of living. The first time had been when his wife, and Mattox’s mother, had passed away during the birth of Mattox and Gabriel’s youngest brother, Michael. The second time had been when Gabriel had been caught stealing from a local store. Knowing the kind of man he was, the storekeeper had allowed their father to punish Gabriel himself and not take the offense to the authorities. That had been a scary night in the Forrest household. Days later, their father apologized to them and went on an hour-long lecture about why they should strive to be calm. The lecture failed to penetrate Gabriel’s mind, but it took hold in Mattox’s, and Michael’s as well.
Another trait that Mattox had developed was sheer determination. If he was given a mission, Mattox would see it done, whether it be simple sentry duty or attacking an entrenched enemy. If Mattox was behind, he was behind it with everything he had. It was yet another thing that his father had lectured them about, but all the lecture did for Mattox was put words to his thoughts. Along with the determination, he has a high sense of duty; duty to his family, duty to his fellow soldiers, and duty to the U.C.R. Those are also how he ranks them, with family coming first, his brothers-in-arms either second or first along with family, and the U.C.R. coming third.
History: Mattox Nathanial Forrest was born on the planet of Mordia in the Sarasota system. His father was a Major in the Expeditionary Forces at the time Mattox was born, and had also been awarded the Silver Star. Being the second son, however, the proverbial big shoes that needed filling were at the feet of Gabriel, Mattox’s older brother. However, the Forrest family had long been a military one, and being the second son did not mean that Mattox had it easy. Their father placed the same expectations on all of them, including Michael, the youngest son. Due to their mother’s death, all three sons were enrolled into the military school that had been established on Mordia, as soon as they were of age. Fortunately, this actually strengthened their bond between each other and their father, because he would make sure that whenever they were on leave, he would have free time as well, not only to be a father, but to fill in the gaps that their instructors left. This all put an immense amount of pressure on the three brothers, and Gabriel was the first to crack, with his thieving incident. Had it been reported to authorities or to the school, he would have surely been kicked out, despite putting up superb numbers in the flight simulators and even setting a school record for most enemy ships downed and longest survival time in one of the hardest simulators. There was no doubt that Gabriel would end up as the pilot of a Starfury, and maybe even lead a platoon of them one day. One thing was for certain, though; Gabriel would not be following his father’s footsteps by being an SDC.
As time passed, it was easy to see that Mattox would take over in that department, albeit as an infantryman. His basic scores were similar to Gabriel’s, but when it came to weapons, fighting, and teamwork, Mattox clearly held the top spot in the family. Some of the instructors at their school were retired from the Expeditionary Corps, and a few had even been assigned with their father. It was never mentioned to the sons, but those instructors would send updates to their father on almost a monthly basis, and it was fairly clear to all of them that Mattox was most like their father. Michael, who was two years younger than Mattox, had by far the best marksmanship scores, and had always been fairly independent. The instructors guessed, correctly, that he would also end up as an SDC, but as a sniper.
At the age of 18, all three brothers graduated from their military school and went straight into the service. Gabriel was immediately put into a wing of Starfury’s, as was expected, and Mattox and Michael were both put into the Republican army. Mattox spent three years as a regular infantryman, mainly fighting on the planet of Rohan, in the Remuls system, which was known for its rebellious nature. It was during one of his tours here that he received his gunshot wounds. His unit had been tracking a group of rebels and were in the rocky wastes, when they first came under fire. They were in a bad spot, with little cover except for a couple of boulders and the rebels occupied the higher ground. Fortunately, the rebels only had small arms, but it was still enough to make the unit keep their heads down. A couple of the men from his fire team took some nasty shots, and the medic, who was also acting as part of his fire team, was actually hit by a fragment that ricocheted off of a boulder, while tending to them. One of the casualties was the man who ran the M24, and coming up with a plan, Mattox had taken the light machine gun. He conferred with his squad leader, who then spread orders to the other fire team. Hoping to distract the rebels, Mattox popped up from his cover and laid down suppressing fire with the M24, receiving help from the squad leader and his M27 carbine. While they laid down the suppressing fire, the other fire team, which was at full strength, snuck around and flanked the rebels. Before all the firing was over, however, a rebel got lucky on a couple of wild bursts and Mattox took a bullet through the middle fibers of his right trapezius muscle and another through his lower right leg.
In a separate engagement, late at night, Mattox had simply been making a trip to the latrine. His business was finished and his hands sanitized, when he caught some movement out of the corner of his eye. Being relaxed, since he was in what he thought to be a fairly secure camp, he lazily studied his surroundings. That laziness wore off quick, though, as light glinted off of a slashing knife blade. Mattox had time to yell 'rebels,' but that was all he could afford, because he was not fast enough in his retreat to avoid the knife leaving a long gash from his left collarbone to the bottom of his right ribs. The pain was excruciating, but survival trumped pain and he reverted to his training. Following the gash, the insurrectionist attempted to stab Mattox straight in the gut, but it was simply the wrong move. The soldier sidestepped to the left, struck and grabbed the inside of the attacker's right arm, and with his own right arm, struck and bent the enemy's wrist, forcing it backwards. The momentum of the attacker and Mattox's own strength and technique buried the knife in the insurrectionists throat, killing him quickly. Five other insurrectionists were detected, with four of them dying as well and the last one being captured. Five of them had been sent to slit the throats of as many officers as they could, and the sixth, who they had captured, had been tasked with planting a bomb in the mess hall, timed to go off in the middle of breakfast.
After three long years in the Republican army, Mattox finally felt he was ready for the challenge of the S.D.C. and his transfer request was granted. Unlike many of his fellow troopers, who ended up dropping out, Mattox loved the Special Drop Corps training. Sure, there were times when he despaired or when he was not sure he would make it, but he never hated it. It felt as if he was meant to be there. He especially excelled in weapons and small unit tactics. From the M1 PDW all the way to the M4 grenade launcher, if you put it in Mattox's hands, he had a knack for hitting what he was aiming at. His younger brother was still the best marksman in the family, but Mattox was perfectly fine with just hitting his target. He wasn't too keen on the drop pods, but they worked fairly well and got him where he needed to go, which was back on the ground. That being said, he was not a big fan of being in space either. All in all, Mattox felt the year went well for him, and while they sure wouldn't let him hear of it, a couple of his drill instructors felt so as well. The day that the BDQ badge was pinned on the chest of his dress maroons was the proudest day of his life. A picture from that day, which featured his father, his brothers, and himself, all in their dress maroons, was kept in his personal kit and went wherever Mattox did.
Sample Roleplay: ”Mattox… Nathanial… Forrest.” Another man might have been shaking with nervousness when his full name was called forward in front of a crowd of men and women in their dress maroons and friends and family who were still dressed in a formal manner. Mattox Forrest was not that man, however. His stomach was still doing flips and fluttering this way and that, but the feelings were shoved down, and the soon to be trooper marched forward, in perfect step and posture. He stopped a couple feet away from the officer at the podium and saluted. The salute was returned, and a Basic Drop Qualification badge was pinned to his chest, alongside the purple hearts, Combat Action Ribbon, and other assorted ribbons that meant little more than he had been in the Republican Army and had been on several tours of duty. None of them compared to the new badge, though. After a brief twitch at the corners of his lips that could have been construed as a smile, Mattox shook the offered hand and saluted once more.
A torrent of emotions and thoughts was raging through him. The emotions ranged from happy to nervousness to elation, and the thoughts coincided. Holy shit! I’m a damn trooper now! Wait, this is real, isn’t it? No dream? Because that would be fucked up. This has gotta be real… As soon as he had marched back into formation, he quickly pinched himself and sure enough, this was actually happening.
It did not take long for the ceremony to finish, as the troopers were a rather elite fighting force. With a resounding whoop, the new troopers turned and congratulated each other with hearty slaps on the back, and everyone wondering where they were going to be sent. Mattox joined in the customary celebration and passed around his congratulations, but he was eager to see his father and brothers. It did not take long for him to spot Gabriel’s platinum blonde hair, and two other familiar pitch black buzz cuts. The four made for an interesting sight, all in their dress maroons. Where Gabriel’s hair was different, but his eyes the same as Mattox’s, Michael’s hair color was the same, but he had dark green eyes, which he had gotten from their mother. It was still easy to tell that all three belonged to the older looking officer with a chest full of medals and ribbons. After the hugs and congratulations were offered, the obvious question came up. ”So, where are you getting deployed?”
Basic Drop Qualified
Purple Heart
Combat Action Ribbon
Galactic Defence Service Medal
Expeditionary medal
Galactic Service Ribbon
Rank: Private First Class
Assignment: Infantry
Section:1st Squad, 2nd Fireteam
Age: 22
Height: 6 feet 1 inch
Weight: 210 pounds
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Years of Service: 4 years
Injuries Received in the Line of Duty: Shot twice, once in the trapezius muscle, and once in the lower leg; foot-long scar across his chest
Character’s Kit: M1 PDW, M68C9 Assault Rifle with Trijicon ACOG TA31 optic along the top rail and a fore grip on the bottom rail, fighting knife, A21 Tactical "Marauder" Armor
Frame: Like most of the men of his family, Mattox is built fairly stocky. Weighing in at 225 pounds and only standing at six feet tall, it is not too hard to see why. Despite looking like he might be overweight, the majority of Mattox’s weight comes from a well-developed upper body and an equally developed lower body. With a father who worked his way from the enlisted ranks to the brass of the Expeditionary Corps and also being the second of three brothers, not becoming tough and muscular was simply not an option. Due to that upbringing and being someone that scarred very easily, Mattox had many scars covering his body. They didn’t come close to the three major scars he had from the line of duty, but they were most certainly there none the less. He had fairly large hands, even for someone his size, but he liked them, claiming that his punches were harder because of it. The most striking feature, however, was a pair of ice blue eyes. The reason they were intriguing was partially because of their extremely light color, but also because his hair, when it was not buzzed, was pitch black. It was an interesting combination that appeared in a lot of the men of the Forrest family.
Personality: Where his older brother, Gabriel, was a hot head, Mattox was typically calm and collected. It was a trait that he had picked up from his father, whom he admired tremendously. Mattox had only seen his father lose his cool twice in his 23 years of living. The first time had been when his wife, and Mattox’s mother, had passed away during the birth of Mattox and Gabriel’s youngest brother, Michael. The second time had been when Gabriel had been caught stealing from a local store. Knowing the kind of man he was, the storekeeper had allowed their father to punish Gabriel himself and not take the offense to the authorities. That had been a scary night in the Forrest household. Days later, their father apologized to them and went on an hour-long lecture about why they should strive to be calm. The lecture failed to penetrate Gabriel’s mind, but it took hold in Mattox’s, and Michael’s as well.
Another trait that Mattox had developed was sheer determination. If he was given a mission, Mattox would see it done, whether it be simple sentry duty or attacking an entrenched enemy. If Mattox was behind, he was behind it with everything he had. It was yet another thing that his father had lectured them about, but all the lecture did for Mattox was put words to his thoughts. Along with the determination, he has a high sense of duty; duty to his family, duty to his fellow soldiers, and duty to the U.C.R. Those are also how he ranks them, with family coming first, his brothers-in-arms either second or first along with family, and the U.C.R. coming third.
History: Mattox Nathanial Forrest was born on the planet of Mordia in the Sarasota system. His father was a Major in the Expeditionary Forces at the time Mattox was born, and had also been awarded the Silver Star. Being the second son, however, the proverbial big shoes that needed filling were at the feet of Gabriel, Mattox’s older brother. However, the Forrest family had long been a military one, and being the second son did not mean that Mattox had it easy. Their father placed the same expectations on all of them, including Michael, the youngest son. Due to their mother’s death, all three sons were enrolled into the military school that had been established on Mordia, as soon as they were of age. Fortunately, this actually strengthened their bond between each other and their father, because he would make sure that whenever they were on leave, he would have free time as well, not only to be a father, but to fill in the gaps that their instructors left. This all put an immense amount of pressure on the three brothers, and Gabriel was the first to crack, with his thieving incident. Had it been reported to authorities or to the school, he would have surely been kicked out, despite putting up superb numbers in the flight simulators and even setting a school record for most enemy ships downed and longest survival time in one of the hardest simulators. There was no doubt that Gabriel would end up as the pilot of a Starfury, and maybe even lead a platoon of them one day. One thing was for certain, though; Gabriel would not be following his father’s footsteps by being an SDC.
As time passed, it was easy to see that Mattox would take over in that department, albeit as an infantryman. His basic scores were similar to Gabriel’s, but when it came to weapons, fighting, and teamwork, Mattox clearly held the top spot in the family. Some of the instructors at their school were retired from the Expeditionary Corps, and a few had even been assigned with their father. It was never mentioned to the sons, but those instructors would send updates to their father on almost a monthly basis, and it was fairly clear to all of them that Mattox was most like their father. Michael, who was two years younger than Mattox, had by far the best marksmanship scores, and had always been fairly independent. The instructors guessed, correctly, that he would also end up as an SDC, but as a sniper.
At the age of 18, all three brothers graduated from their military school and went straight into the service. Gabriel was immediately put into a wing of Starfury’s, as was expected, and Mattox and Michael were both put into the Republican army. Mattox spent three years as a regular infantryman, mainly fighting on the planet of Rohan, in the Remuls system, which was known for its rebellious nature. It was during one of his tours here that he received his gunshot wounds. His unit had been tracking a group of rebels and were in the rocky wastes, when they first came under fire. They were in a bad spot, with little cover except for a couple of boulders and the rebels occupied the higher ground. Fortunately, the rebels only had small arms, but it was still enough to make the unit keep their heads down. A couple of the men from his fire team took some nasty shots, and the medic, who was also acting as part of his fire team, was actually hit by a fragment that ricocheted off of a boulder, while tending to them. One of the casualties was the man who ran the M24, and coming up with a plan, Mattox had taken the light machine gun. He conferred with his squad leader, who then spread orders to the other fire team. Hoping to distract the rebels, Mattox popped up from his cover and laid down suppressing fire with the M24, receiving help from the squad leader and his M27 carbine. While they laid down the suppressing fire, the other fire team, which was at full strength, snuck around and flanked the rebels. Before all the firing was over, however, a rebel got lucky on a couple of wild bursts and Mattox took a bullet through the middle fibers of his right trapezius muscle and another through his lower right leg.
In a separate engagement, late at night, Mattox had simply been making a trip to the latrine. His business was finished and his hands sanitized, when he caught some movement out of the corner of his eye. Being relaxed, since he was in what he thought to be a fairly secure camp, he lazily studied his surroundings. That laziness wore off quick, though, as light glinted off of a slashing knife blade. Mattox had time to yell 'rebels,' but that was all he could afford, because he was not fast enough in his retreat to avoid the knife leaving a long gash from his left collarbone to the bottom of his right ribs. The pain was excruciating, but survival trumped pain and he reverted to his training. Following the gash, the insurrectionist attempted to stab Mattox straight in the gut, but it was simply the wrong move. The soldier sidestepped to the left, struck and grabbed the inside of the attacker's right arm, and with his own right arm, struck and bent the enemy's wrist, forcing it backwards. The momentum of the attacker and Mattox's own strength and technique buried the knife in the insurrectionists throat, killing him quickly. Five other insurrectionists were detected, with four of them dying as well and the last one being captured. Five of them had been sent to slit the throats of as many officers as they could, and the sixth, who they had captured, had been tasked with planting a bomb in the mess hall, timed to go off in the middle of breakfast.
After three long years in the Republican army, Mattox finally felt he was ready for the challenge of the S.D.C. and his transfer request was granted. Unlike many of his fellow troopers, who ended up dropping out, Mattox loved the Special Drop Corps training. Sure, there were times when he despaired or when he was not sure he would make it, but he never hated it. It felt as if he was meant to be there. He especially excelled in weapons and small unit tactics. From the M1 PDW all the way to the M4 grenade launcher, if you put it in Mattox's hands, he had a knack for hitting what he was aiming at. His younger brother was still the best marksman in the family, but Mattox was perfectly fine with just hitting his target. He wasn't too keen on the drop pods, but they worked fairly well and got him where he needed to go, which was back on the ground. That being said, he was not a big fan of being in space either. All in all, Mattox felt the year went well for him, and while they sure wouldn't let him hear of it, a couple of his drill instructors felt so as well. The day that the BDQ badge was pinned on the chest of his dress maroons was the proudest day of his life. A picture from that day, which featured his father, his brothers, and himself, all in their dress maroons, was kept in his personal kit and went wherever Mattox did.
Sample Roleplay: ”Mattox… Nathanial… Forrest.” Another man might have been shaking with nervousness when his full name was called forward in front of a crowd of men and women in their dress maroons and friends and family who were still dressed in a formal manner. Mattox Forrest was not that man, however. His stomach was still doing flips and fluttering this way and that, but the feelings were shoved down, and the soon to be trooper marched forward, in perfect step and posture. He stopped a couple feet away from the officer at the podium and saluted. The salute was returned, and a Basic Drop Qualification badge was pinned to his chest, alongside the purple hearts, Combat Action Ribbon, and other assorted ribbons that meant little more than he had been in the Republican Army and had been on several tours of duty. None of them compared to the new badge, though. After a brief twitch at the corners of his lips that could have been construed as a smile, Mattox shook the offered hand and saluted once more.
A torrent of emotions and thoughts was raging through him. The emotions ranged from happy to nervousness to elation, and the thoughts coincided. Holy shit! I’m a damn trooper now! Wait, this is real, isn’t it? No dream? Because that would be fucked up. This has gotta be real… As soon as he had marched back into formation, he quickly pinched himself and sure enough, this was actually happening.
It did not take long for the ceremony to finish, as the troopers were a rather elite fighting force. With a resounding whoop, the new troopers turned and congratulated each other with hearty slaps on the back, and everyone wondering where they were going to be sent. Mattox joined in the customary celebration and passed around his congratulations, but he was eager to see his father and brothers. It did not take long for him to spot Gabriel’s platinum blonde hair, and two other familiar pitch black buzz cuts. The four made for an interesting sight, all in their dress maroons. Where Gabriel’s hair was different, but his eyes the same as Mattox’s, Michael’s hair color was the same, but he had dark green eyes, which he had gotten from their mother. It was still easy to tell that all three belonged to the older looking officer with a chest full of medals and ribbons. After the hugs and congratulations were offered, the obvious question came up. ”So, where are you getting deployed?”
Basic Drop Qualified
Purple Heart
Combat Action Ribbon
Galactic Defence Service Medal
Expeditionary medal
Galactic Service Ribbon
