Well, good to see the Marine Corp getting some love, and the Canadians are always welcome to ride along as well! I wasn't 100% sure on some things, so just holler if something needs fixed.

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Name: Alexander Westfield

Age: 27

Rank: Corporal

Appearance: 
[img=http://i.usatoday.net/news/gallery/2011/n110117_marinesmusaqala/19marines-pg-horizontal.jpg]

Weaponry:
M27 IAR
- Aimpoint CompM2

M9 Beretta

Becker Combat Bowie Knife

Equipment:
x5 5.56×45mm NATO Beta C-Mag 
x2 9×19mm Parabellum Magazines
x2 M67 Grenades
MARPAT Desert Fatigues
Scalable Plate Carrier
SI Ballistic Goggles 2.0 (Oakleys) Private Purchase
SI-8 Boots Coyote Color (Oakleys) Private Purchase
Lightweight FR Glove Coyote Color (Oakleys) Private Purchase
Desert Shemagh Private Purchase

Bio: Born in the Northeastern part of Pennsylvania, both his parents had worked in the coal mining business, as had many of their ancestors before them. Alex would spend a lot of time running to his parents work to deliver them things they forgot back home, especially on days where no school was in session, and had a fairly rough upbringing. With both his parents busy with the coal mining work, he was generally left to raise himself. So he naturally found himself getting into fights and scrapes with other kids, usually coming out on top thanks to his Uncle, an ex Marine that taught the young boy how to defend himself early on in his life. After breaking another kids arm, though, he narrowly avoided a juvenile sentence thanks to last minute testimony. After this, his uncle took a more direct role in raising the rough young man, instilling some sense of discipline into the otherwise uncontrolled life he had been given. When he graduated high school, both his parents expected him to take the job offer from the coal mine that they worked for. Alex literally gave them both the middle finger and walked away, to their utter shock. With nothing but his clothes and a handful of belongings, he had nowhere to go, since his parents kicked him out after this. With nowhere else to really go, and his uncles stories in mind of other various heroes that came from the Coal regions, he went and enlisted with the Marine Corp. 

His knack for fighting and never giving up served him well here, his back talking nature and very same refusal to back down, not so much. But he was in good shape from fighting and working, and qualified for additional training with the M249 LMG, and would eventually be issued the first wave of M27 Infantry Automatic Rifles (IAR), and assignment as an Automatic Rifleman. He cycled through several units, never having much hope of getting above a Corporal due to his nature, but he was happy with the work, a damn sight more than working in some dark coal mine, although he was more comfortable in those places than most folks would be. So Afghanistan wasn't too much of a shock for the lad, and he was glad for the lighter SCP armor over the normal MTV issued to Marines otherwise, and his assignment to this Devil's Brigade only got him interested, since you didn't just give those kind of names to regiments. When he learned it was a joint regiment between some Canadian light infantry and his own Marine Corp, he was hesitant, to put it kindly. But he had known a Canadian or two, and they didn't take much crap from anyone, so he figured their military would be the same, at least, so he didn't gripe too much. Even though he would probably be the newest guy to the regiment, he wouldn't be taking crap from anyone, as was in his nature. And anyone over his head that saw his record would see this trend.

Personality (Optional): Alex is a blunt, brutally honest man, first and foremost. He won't pull punches, he'll tell you what he thinks of you to your face, and then knock your teeth out if you get offended. Alex grew up fighting, and despite his uncle's better efforts, only taught him to mitigate it, not control it. The Marine Corp managed to get him to not swing first and ask questions later, but he'll gladly come to blows with someone as soon as shake hands. He is friendly enough beyond this fiery temperament, for a generally offensive individual, and is entertaining to drink around, if you like watching fights. Coupled with a complete lack of brain to mouth filter and sense of self preservation, he can tend to become a disciplinary nightmare, although he can focus his general ire towards the enemy when in the field, so it doesn't affect his on duty work much. He just tends to come back to base with a black eye, and another story about how the other guy got it worse.

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