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[color=fdc68a]Name:[/color] Arthur Locklin

[color=fdc68a]Age:[/color] 22

[color=fdc68a]Species:[/color] Human

[color=fdc68a]Academy Major:[/color] Tactical with a minor in Security of Spacecrafts

[color=fdc68a]Appearance:[/color] Standing at 6 foot even (about 1.8 meters) tall the boy walks with an air of determination. Locklin's hazel eyes rode the line between cold and tired. Dirty brown hair, carefully, brought over in a comb over so he could feel he still had some sort of personal style. The Marine's may be his life but he would be damned if they took all of his personality. He learned over time to keep his clothing choices as a higher priority then most things in his life. With his past in mind mixed in a pot with a Marine flare, having things in its place was a must. Comb over? Check. The only other thing he used to make him feel more like himself, and not a mindless marine, was his beard. He never grew it out to great lengths but he enjoyed the rugged look it gave him. 

[color=fdc68a]Bio:[/color] [i]"If there is a worse place than Hell, I am in it." - Abraham Lincoln, Dec, 1862[/i]

	I could tell you the story of his younger years. I could tell you about the Locklin family, comprised of Diana, Richard, and Arthur. A father, who would leave his house day in and day out in hopes of making the best life for his child. A mother, who wanted nothing more than for her son to attend the Starfleet Academy. Oh how Diana wanted that for Arthur. With her shift in priorities being made after the birth of Arthur, that was a dream that was slowly fading away on a page written several years earlier in her life. However, people can go through their whole lives and develop a lifestyle best suited for them. Then, as if they were struck by a bolt of lighting, an event of grandiose proportions hits them and will send lasting waves through their world.

	It was the Breen. A fighter had scouted out past the terror happening in San Francisco at the time into their small town. Within mere moments, the town would be sent up in flames. Local shops were torn asunder, Richard's Skimmer repair shop in rubble, and the body could would begin to pile so high it would cast a horrid shade over this whole event. Arthur was only a teenager at this time, but this event was catalyst in his life to age his emotions a solid decade in the future. What would you do when watching people fall around you? Hell, the boy watched their next door neighbor Ben had been eviscerated in front of his eyes. Fate had picked the survivors that day. Indiscriminate was a perfect choice of word to describe the targeting of that lone fighter.

	Where was Richard? Where was Diana? Arthur would panic. Search high and low for his missing parents. Many travesties obviously happened that day. However, the site of his fathers dead body laying in the middle of the road will still haunt him to this day. A grieving mother holding his father's head in her lap. This was the image that would begin to fuel the direction he took with his life. His mother was the spark that started the kindling. The Breen...the Breen acted as a flame thrower. They would set his path ablaze, clearing it for his future in the StarFleet Academy. 

	Years would follow leading him through the Academies Marine Cadet program. To his classmates, Arthur was described as resolute. He was always the first to rip a comrade off the ground when they fell. Compassion for his fellow Marine was apparent, but so was his realistic nature. Arthur never accepted excuses. When paired into fire teams and partner groups, if any of his companions showed any sign of wavering, or hesitation in stride, he would be first to crack the whip. The age old mantra of, "There is a place for play just as there is a place for work" worked like a light switch within Arthur. When they were on mission, they were on mission and would do anything they could to complete it.

	Finally, we reach graduation day. Many years had passed since the fire had been lit in his life to start him on this path. A smiling mother sat in the crowd looking at her baby boy fulfilling not only his dream, but her's too. The Locklin family finally had a place in the Marines. This of course was only the beginning, and even at the beginning he would have some bumps. Starting on graduation day with his assignment. When initial assignments came out he was assigned to head to Cadet Squadron Omega. He was approached by a member of senior leadership telling him that was no longer the case. It would seem that "The Jolly Roger's" at Black squadron had an unanticipated opening. Arthur did not waver at this unplanned event. With an exchange of respects to the officer his life was about to begin. 
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