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Backstory is in first person, very sorry if this annoys anyone but it was a lot easier to make a better backstory
Name: Ashley Harper
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Age: 26
Species: Human
Goals/Faction: SOLDIER (Ex Mercenary)
Backstory: I used to fight in the USMC. go fight in new and exotic countries the recruitment posters said... looking back at it now, there was nothing new or exotic about it. it was always the same Brown sand and dirt under the same blue sky. The different theatres we served in all seemed to blend together and the orders, the orders were a joke now I look back. You see it was always the same orders. Go here and clear out these insurgents. insurgents. it always made those people sound worse. Propaganda made the lot of them seem like they were terrifying and were well equipped. But when we got there, it was a different story. At first they used primitive weapons. they might as well have thrown rocks at us for all it did. it was only after others started supplying weapons to them that we actually had to fight these people. I remember the day I lost all respect for those people I used to call friends. when my best friend dove on a grenade to save our unit, they stood there and called her stupid. Stupid to have sacrificed her own life for the sake of the unit. Stupid to have saved two young village boys. Stupid to have been proud to die so that WE could be safe. That day I lost all respect. I lost all morals. The only thing I cared about was ending my tour and drinking my sorrows away. Luckily, well I guess you could call it luck, our CO General Lyons took a sniper round too the back of the neck, severing the spines connection to the brain. I may sound sadistic and twisted for saying this, but I'm glad the first bullet killed him instantly. No pain. No suffering. Just blackness as the life faded from his eyes. I've seen people. People I cared about drown, choke on there own blood. So to see him go so quickly, was a blessing in my opinion. Our entire unit was immediately taken from active duty. I handed in my resignation, two days after my best friends funeral. I couldn't watch youngsters get them self killed due to the actions of our superiors. You know the British had a saying during the Great War. Dulce et Decorum Est Pro patria mori. It roughly translates to It is sweet and glorious to die for your country. Its a load of Bullshit and ill give you that opinion for free. Mercenary work is where my work flourished, and I met the two most important girls in my life. Katya Moreno and Sonja Night, id trade my life to save either of theirs in a heart beat.
Powers/Skills: No powers.
Equipment/Weapons:
M9 berreta
Entrenching tool
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Name: Ashley Harper
Image:
Age: 26
Species: Human
Goals/Faction: SOLDIER (Ex Mercenary)
Backstory: I used to fight in the USMC. go fight in new and exotic countries the recruitment posters said... looking back at it now, there was nothing new or exotic about it. it was always the same Brown sand and dirt under the same blue sky. The different theatres we served in all seemed to blend together and the orders, the orders were a joke now I look back. You see it was always the same orders. Go here and clear out these insurgents. insurgents. it always made those people sound worse. Propaganda made the lot of them seem like they were terrifying and were well equipped. But when we got there, it was a different story. At first they used primitive weapons. they might as well have thrown rocks at us for all it did. it was only after others started supplying weapons to them that we actually had to fight these people. I remember the day I lost all respect for those people I used to call friends. when my best friend dove on a grenade to save our unit, they stood there and called her stupid. Stupid to have sacrificed her own life for the sake of the unit. Stupid to have saved two young village boys. Stupid to have been proud to die so that WE could be safe. That day I lost all respect. I lost all morals. The only thing I cared about was ending my tour and drinking my sorrows away. Luckily, well I guess you could call it luck, our CO General Lyons took a sniper round too the back of the neck, severing the spines connection to the brain. I may sound sadistic and twisted for saying this, but I'm glad the first bullet killed him instantly. No pain. No suffering. Just blackness as the life faded from his eyes. I've seen people. People I cared about drown, choke on there own blood. So to see him go so quickly, was a blessing in my opinion. Our entire unit was immediately taken from active duty. I handed in my resignation, two days after my best friends funeral. I couldn't watch youngsters get them self killed due to the actions of our superiors. You know the British had a saying during the Great War. Dulce et Decorum Est Pro patria mori. It roughly translates to It is sweet and glorious to die for your country. Its a load of Bullshit and ill give you that opinion for free. Mercenary work is where my work flourished, and I met the two most important girls in my life. Katya Moreno and Sonja Night, id trade my life to save either of theirs in a heart beat.
Powers/Skills: No powers.
Equipment/Weapons:
M9 berreta
Entrenching tool
Themesong:
