[hider=Dossier: Clark, Justin T]
[b]Name:[/b] Justin Thomas Clark

[b]Age:[/b] 31

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Appearance:[/b][hider=Faceclaim][img]https://qph.fs.quoracdn.net/main-qimg-fea6bfecf356eb572b513efe6b0322a1[/img][/hider]
Justin is a young American male of English descent, standing at about 5’10” and weighing about 170 lbs. He’s a well-built, but still gangly man, sporting a significant amount of muscle mass, though he isn’t toned like a bodybuilder, being more practically built with raw strength and endurance in mind. His hair is a chocolate brown, grown slightly out of regulation for a Ranger, a mark of a man who’s gone long enough without a deployment. His eyes are green, and his voice is twangy, almost sing-song, a characteristic accent of a Tennessean.

[b]Agency/Organization:[/b] Staff Sergeant, 75th Ranger Regiment, United States Army

[b]Education:[/b]
- High School Diploma
- US Army Basic Combat Training
- US Army Airborne, Air Assault, & Ranger Schools
- Ranger Assessment & Selection Program Graduate
- Cross-trained as part of the Marine Corps Martial Arts Program (obtained the brown belt along with most of his platoon)
- US Army Ranger (11 years)

[b]Background:[/b] [hider=Biography]Justin Clark was born in Knoxville, Tennessee on May 14th, 1988. His father was an electrician who did contract work for the local Light & Power Service and other firms, and his mother was an ER nurse who was medically retired due to health issues. His early life was just about normal, as normal as he made it. Subpar education, lack of sense of meaning, and a lot of partying. And as a young, impressionable teenager, he got involved with parties all throughout Knox County, where the Interstates 81 and 40 met, where meth in East Tennessee got its start, and where heroin and pot exploded from.

He wasn’t a major criminal. He did some dealing on the side, mostly was there to look as scary as a bone-skinny redneck could look when sitting in on deals. Drug deals went bad on occasion, but Justin always got away. It’s not like they’d want to go after some kid who fancied himself a triggerman, and he was right. His parents couldn’t keep up with him on his escapades. His mother was too weak for it and his dad was old, working too many hours for too many different companies. So Justin, at 19, looking for a way out of a city that was at its lowest, walked into the US Army Recruiter’s office in downtown Knoxville. The US was in the midst of what would become its longest running conflict in history, so when he printed his name and the MOS ‘11X’ on the contract, he was shipped the next week to Fort Benning, Georgia.

Though he was a scrawny motherfucker, he got through basic with less hassle than some of the rest, and was designated ‘11B - Infantryman’. Immediately, with what little knowledge his recruiter had armed him with, and with what he’d known from others, he went through Airborne, followed soon after by Air Assault and Ranger, landing him with the 101st Airborne Division just in time for their ‘07-’08 deployment cycle to Afghanistan. With a scrawled letter that would serve as his will and copious amounts of anxiety and anticipation, he boarded the plane which would make a stop in Germany, Kuwait, and then continue to Afghanistan.

Though the deployment was primarily peacekeeping (training the ANA, rooting out Taliban in villages, etc), he got his baptism by fire in the many ambushes endured through many patrols per day. The Division returned home in 2008, and in the midst of fire training exercises in preparation for the ISAF scaleup in Afghanistan, Justin, now a newly minted Corporal, requested to be a candidate for the Ranger Indoctrination Program (RIP), the recruitment pipeline for the elite 75th Ranger Regiment.

His group were the first to be put through the new Ranger Assessment and Selection Program (RASP), which replaced RIP, extending the course to eight weeks and upping the ante on training and preparation. Justin barely made it through. While the 75th Rangers cycled in battalions for deployment in Afghanistan, it was not until his contract was almost up that his battalion was preparing to deploy. He re-enlisted without hesitation, taking his bonus and deploying on both the ‘10-’11 and ‘11-’12 deployments of his battalion, in which they conducted heavy fire time-sensitive raids on known Taliban positions constantly, the tempo of the Rangers’ ops at the time sometimes reached three missions per night for any given raid group or ‘chalk’. The constant action gave the adrenaline junkie that Justin had become his fix.

That was, until they pulled security for an operation dangerously close to the Pakistan border. The Rangers, they did things like that all the time. When they weren’t kicking in doors and smoking out caves, they had to go in and pull a perimeter to let the Tier Ones and SOCOM do their HVT extracts or whatever in peace. But something went wrong. The SEALs that went in weren’t responding on frequency, and had been in the AO way longer than they were supposed to. Justin was part of the QRF that was supposed to go in and get them.

Rolling up in their Humvee, Justin was the man on the gun as they rolled up beside. Five Rangers dismounted with intent to find a pinned down SEAL team with malfunctioning radio sets. But that is not what they found. They found the six-man team of SEALs in a completely empty compound, all with cuts and slashes all along their wrists, necks, and thighs, bled completely dry of blood. The Rangers were pulled out quickly, and the compound was levelled by the on-station AC-130. The official story is that all six SEALs died to a car-sized IED which reduced the compound and their remains to rubble.

Justin returned back home as his battalion was rotated out. He was detained along with the rest of his platoon, questioned, and was informed that all their operations in the region are now classified, caked in black ink. No doubt to do with the operation with the SEALs, but why the entire deployment? Something else must have happened, although Justin did no further digging, perhaps out of fear. He was released to rejoin his unit a week after arriving home and being detained. Despite his experiences, he made multiple further deployments to Afghanistan, until ultimately the ISAF and post-ISAF operations in the region dwindled to nil.

His final and most recent deployment was part of Operation Inherent Resolve in 2017, where a small Ranger force deployed to act as the assault element of the US task force, leading the way for the 11th MEU in Raqqa. Since returning in late 2017, he has bounced between fire training exercises, mind-numbingly boring garrison life, and saving up leave days. When a strange man met him in plain clothes at an on-base cafe, his first thought was that someone had talked, went live with their deployment or the incident in some way. And he was scared, though he feigned ignorance and followed it through. And now, he didn’t know whether he made the right choice.[/hider]

[b]Personality:[/b] Justin is a more by-the-books doorkicker of a certain variety, in that he possesses the traits of an observant operator, a man who will not act so long as he can benefit more by inaction. He’s mostly kept his nose where it belonged, although he sees the greater value in digging for information he can use. He is results-minded, thinking in a means of completing objectives through direct means.

While beginning to see the bigger picture, he hasn’t been made to question his place and his country other than a single incident which he never talked about, no sir. He still thinks those bearded operators who pop Haji heads like grapes or those JTACs who call strikes on villages as heroes to their nation, who scrape the scum from the gene pool. No, he hasn’t had his schism, he’s still as young and wild as that scrawny kid who walked into a recruiter’s office in the middle of the poverty-worn Knoxville downtown. He’s not happy-go-lucky, but he’s not a downer or a barely functioning nightmare of a man, and he values humor as a coping method for what he has seen.

But yet, even this unbroken man has been judged some value to Delta Green. Another skull cracker, a lookout or even a military inside-man maybe? He didn’t question it, only knew he was part of something greater than the Rangers, greater than his aspirations of making that Sergeant First Class billett. He’d signed his life away to Delta Green.

[b]Likes:[/b] Camping, Action, Tobacco Products, Dark Liquor, Hookers, Video Games, Working Out, Metal, Folk, & Rock Music

[b]Dislikes:[/b] Terrorists, Traitors, Weak Leaders & Incompetent Officers, Clear Liquor, Needles

[b]Fears:[/b] Trapped - A common nightmare, perhaps the most common in Justin’s head, is being trapped. It started with the mortars. When you’re nineteen years old and sitting in a foxhole in Afghanistan, the mortars landing all around you, these indiscriminate killers trap you. Justin sat in his foxhole, a dug grave in which he swore the next round had his name on it. But he lived. But ever since, every so often, he’ll wake up in a cold sweat. Trapped in another foxhole? An elevator? His own fucking skin? It didn’t matter, the dreams were all the same.

Slow, Painful - And what does he fear more than death itself? A slow, painful death, a death where a man has nothing to do but cry out for his mother and slowly drain himself of life. That was what he witnessed in those Afghan mountains. Friends who choked on their own fluids, men who died in a thousand gruesome ways, and yet the most that got to him was the SEALs. The ones they couldn’t save. He got there in the last moments of their lives, where all they could do was gurgle and die. And he swore that would never be him. Not in all his days.

Too Late - A recessed fear, but one nonetheless, is that he will somehow fail his team as a member. Exemplary as a Ranger, he proved his worth in battle many times, but somehow, what struck him was the SEALs. Had they noticed earlier, dispatched a QRF earlier, maybe they wouldn’t have died. But certainly, with all their arteries split in twain, they would always be too late, and that just ate Justin inside out.

[b]Skills:[/b]
Gifted: Marksmanship, long guns; Awareness
Adept: Hand-to-Hand; Marksmanship, handguns; SERE
Average: First Aid; Subterfuge; Crafting
Novice: Tactical Driving; Persuasion; Breaking-and-Entering; Anthropology

[b]Stats:[/b]
STRENGTH: 4
DEXTERITY: 3
STAMINA: 4
BUREAUCRACY: 2
INTELLIGENCE: 3
WILLPOWER: 4

[b]Languages:[/b] English (native, duh), Pashto (intermediate)

[b]Weaknesses:[/b] Bleeding Heart - Justin has a major drive of determination and a ‘humble hero’ complex that leads to him putting himself almost recklessly into harm’s way for the benefit of others. It stemmed from his time in the Rangers. They didn’t leave each other behind. A squad or platoon is pinned in a valley? Sarn’t Clark volunteering in first vehicle of the rescue convoy. It’s persisted so much to the point where he will vehemently defend his comrades and try to come to their rescue. It got him shot twice in Afghanistan and no doubt it’ll have worse done yet.

Beyond Repair - Though in the two times he was shot in service Justin recovered nearly perfectly and returned to his door-kicking lifestyle. However, one particular shot which grazed a particular part of his hand and wrist made tendons grow back wrong or maybe even the bone got fucked, but either way his right hand has chronic pains that can sometimes affect dexterity and fine motor control, albeit it does not generally affect day-to-day operation, as most weapon manipulation (ex. reloading) is done with his left hand. It manifests mostly when the adrenaline isn’t pumping, making things such as continuously gripping a surface difficult.

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[b]Off-Duty Clothing/Equipment:[/b]
Clothing: Justin prefers to wear his normal civvie clothes off-duty, and often that is a set of well-worn wrangler jeans, a baseball cap, and a t-shirt (with or without a long sleeve thermal shirt under it). In particularly cold climates he’ll throw in an old milsurp zip-up fleece to wear over it. For shoes, he usually prefers some sneakers or his favorite pair of ATAC tan boots. When it comes to clandestine operating, you can never go wrong with a black or olive single-hole balaclava and a grey watch cap.

Weapons: [url=https://www.gooutdoorgear.com/product_images/uploaded_images/28000-hogue-sig-p228-p229-wrap-around-rubber-grip-withfingergrooves-3.jpg]SIG P228 (9x19mm, M11-spec)[/url] w/ Laser-Light (IR & Visible) in an in-waistband Aliengear concealed carry holster; [url=https://mickstridercustomknives.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/IMG_1340.jpg]Strider SMF Folding Tactical Knife[/url] in belt pouch.

Tools/Equipment: Google Pixel 2 personal phone, his DG-issue burner phone, his personal wallet (left in the vehicle or at home on clandestine ops), [url=https://www.gerbergear.com/var/gerber/storage/images/frontpage/multi-tools/one-hand-opening/mp600_07550g1/8476703-15-eng-US/Multi-Plier-600-Needlenose-Black-w-Carbide-Insert-Cutters-Berry-Compliant-Sheath_fulljpg.jpg]Gerber multitool[/url]

[b]Operational Clothing/Equipment:[/b]
Clothing (Populated/Urban Areas): Baseball Cap or Grey Watch Cap, Single-hole Black Balaclava, Crye Precision JPC w/ AR500 Level III Armor (hard plates front & back, soft inserts on sides), Grey or Black UBAC, Jeans or Tactical Cargo Pants w/ knee pads, ATAC boots

Clothing (Assault/Wilderness): OpsCore FAST Helmet w/ Helmet Light (IR & Visible) & Terrain-appropriate Cover, Single-hole Balaclava (terrain-appropriate camo), Crye Precision JPC w/ AR500 Level III Armor (hard plates front & back, soft inserts on sides), Terrain-dependent Camo UBAC (usually multicam), 5.11 Tactical pants (usually either tan or ranger green) w/ knee pads, ATAC boots

Weapons: Mk. 18 SBR w/ AN/PEQ-15 Laser-Light (IR & Visible), Magpul Angled Foregrip, EOTech 553 sight, and easy-attach suppressor; SIG P228 w/ Laser-Light (IR & Visible); SMF Folding Tactical Knife clipped to battle belt; Gerber Mark II Serrated Dagger/Fighting Knife in waist sheathe

Tools/Equipment: AN/PVS-14 Monocular NVG (either with a head harness or mounted to his helmet), Maglite, AN/PRC-148 Two-Way Infantry Radio w/ Headset, LandNav Kit (MicroDAGR GPS, lensatic compass), Gerber Multitool [/hider] [/hider]

Rolls at [url]https://www.roleplayerguild.com/campaigns/572[/url]