[hider=Lou Freeman]
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[i]One pill makes you larger... And one pill makes you small... And the ones that mother gives you... Don't do anything at all...[/i]

[h3]Louis 'Lou' Freeman[/h3][/center]

[b]Age:[/b] 22

[b]Place of Birth:[/b] Chicago, Illinois

[b]Physical Description:[/b] Lou is a tall and well-built man, standing at approximately five foot eleven. He's obviously muscular, which assists when moving around his heavier weapon. He keeps himself as clean shaven as possible, and his hair is shaved close for practical reasons.

[b]Squad Role:[/b] Automatic Rifleman

[b]Rank:[/b] Specialist (E-4)

[b]Equipment:[/b]
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[*]M60 General Purpose Machinegun
[*]Smith and Wesson Model 10 Revolver
[*]Standard issue tactical knife
[*]M26 grenades
[*]A faded picture of six people, Lou included, standing in front of a store
[*]A deck of playing cards- one of the jokers has a bullet hole through it
[*]A zippo lighter with 'I KNOW I'M GOING TO HEAVEN, 'CAUSE I'VE ALREADY SERVED IN HELL' engraved on one side, and on the other 'RIP MLK: AIN'T NO CHARLIE CALLED ME A N*****.'
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[b]Skills:[/b] Equipment maintenance: Lou went to a vocational college as a mechanic, and thus is fairly proficient when it comes to the workings of machines. He knows which screws to tighten, which coils to realign, and what switches to flick to get a radio chattering again, and he's one of the fastest in the battalion at stripping his M60.

Inured: This is Lou's third tour in Vietnam. A lot of what might shake an FNG will bounce off of Lou... Or would do, were it not for a very noticeable flaw of his.


[b]Flaws:[/b] Addicted: Lou has turned to drugs [b]hard[/b] in his time in 'Nam. Mostly cannabis, but also LSD and Mescaline. Although he's not a smackhead, he's certainly dabbled with harder drugs.

Dismissive: Lou is extremely dismissive towards anyone he regards as an FNG, and for a man on his third tour, that's almost everyone. Firmly believing himself to be the only one that knows how to survive the jungles, he frequently chafes against others, especially those officers that he sees as issuing suicidal orders.

[b]Fears:[/b] Lou would like to put up a front of an unshakeable veteran, but the truth of the matter is that he's a wreck, held together by psychoactives, nicotine, and coffee. Being doped up only lets you run a little faster from your problems, not escape them, and every time he sleeps sees him swirl back down a whirlpool of nightmares.

[b]Personality:[/b] Lou may be an ox of a man, but it's clear not all the lights are on upstairs. His eyes have a deadened quality to them, and he tends to stare through people rather than at them. His world has become a never-ending haze of gunfire, death and mud, and he's lost more friends than he cares to count. Lou tries not to get too close to anyone else in his squad, knowing that each day could be his (or their) last, and instead looks out for himself first, and follows orders second. Nonetheless, as his helmet attests to, he's not a slack on the combat front, and his M60 has barked out death for more than a dozen Charlies. 

[b]Personal History:[/b] As a young black man growing up in Chicago, Lou faced many of the same issues that any number of inner city minority kids did. From discriminatory schooling and housing to gang violence, Lou grew up with a family that was desperately trying to claw their way a little further up the social ladder. Doing his homework through the light of a shattered window, he started to harden up- getting into fights, committing petty crimes and shunning his elders, until something changed when the young man ended up talking to members of the NAACP Youth Wing. Realising that he might have a change at enacting real reform,  Lou went through a remarkable change himself. 

Participating in sit ins, protests and marches, Lou was never going to volunteer for the war. Although as he had grown up his parents had finally managed to land themselves a small store in inner city Chicago, they were hardly rich, and his options to draft dodge were slim to none. He was called to the war in 1967, much to his chagrin, and spent his first tour coming to terms with the hell that was Vietnam. Then, he came back the next year, after he thought he had escaped. Now, he approaches his third tour with quiet, bitter, exhausted resentment. Vietnam is a meatgrinder, and he can't keep escaping the teeth of the machine.[/hider]