Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2015 21:57:10 GMT -6
Any comments or critiques are more than welcome. For point of reference, this character is working under Captain Luíz “Viper” Javier Selva (post war)
Faction & Division: UNSC Force Recon, former UNSC, ODST Division
Rank: Former 2nd Lieutenant, Ret, Currently 1st Lieutenant.
Name: JC Torngate
Race: Human Male, Caucasian
Age: 47 Years Old
Date of Birth: 20 June 2523
Birth Place: Parabola-Class Freighter, 2.45 Light Years from Sol System
UNSC Military Identification: 8542148
Service Number: 32569-11680-TJ
Height: 6 Feet 0 Inches
Weight: 176.3 lbs
Blood Type: AB-
Personality Profile:
JC is a rather cold and calculating person, with a short temper and a flair for being offsetting to other people. He's a bit of an outsider, not fitting in and not easily accepted by many people. He has zero tolerance for insubordination, and will follow orders even if it puts him in undue harm, knowing it's for the greater good, people got promoted to where they are for a reason. He doesn't talk too much, rarely initiating conversation. When he's out of regulations, or speaking freely, he is definitely sarcastic, referred to one trainer as a "cheeky bastard." When he's more at ease and comfortable in uniform he still has a bit of a sarcastic tone, but can be serious when the time calls for it. He also gets along better with machines than people, until you get to know him.
If you do get past the front coldness, a much more open and in depth man appears before you. He takes a kind enjoyment in taking apart and putting together equipment, be it field stripping his weapon and putting it back together to taking apart random electronics he finds to figure out how they tick and to make them better. He also can be carefree and happy, but that's a rare occurrence. He's forward in confidence about orders or calls from up top that he finds to be illogical, but follows them all the same. He also has a short temper and little respect for a commander who abuses or talks down to his men, preferring commanders who will stand the line with the cannon fodder and fight with his men, instead of being at a map in orbit. He has a very high pain tolerance, and won't admit he's in pain until it's blatantly obvious, often insisting that medical care goes to the less injured before him, that as long as he can fire a rifle he's good to go. He also has trouble sleeping at nights, and will volunteer for the night watch as often as regulations permit.
Physical Description:
JC is a six foot flat, relatively young person. His face shows the scars and signs of many battles, but no physical scarring or damage. He also has a slightly unusual gait to his step from a childhood in 0.7-g's. Due to growing up in synthetic lighting, not a sun's warmth, he's rather pale due to lack of sunlight growing up. One positive aspect from his time on the freighters was his height, due to life in 0.7 g's. His personal grooming is strictly regulation, no signs of being anything but a robotic soldier until you get to know him better at a personal level.
JC is clean shaven, with the usual body type for a heavy lifter and transport child, well muscled and in pretty good overall shape. His hair is brown, and close-cropped. Not quite a buzz cut or shave, but less than one inch thick at it's thickest. His slight facial hair is a constant, grey, five-o'-clock shadow. His eyes are cold silver, often described as being colder than titanium, as if he's trying to keep emotion out of his eyes. He's got no ink on his body, nor does he have any resemblance of scarring, except for a dislocated nose from a childhood altercation.
Background Information:
JC was born on an old merchant transport en route from Earth to Meridian Station. He grew up on the merchant ships in the fleet, no one place to call home. His father was a helmsman and his mother an engineer on different ships, constantly transferred around. He was never raised to the customs of any planets, but was raised with a distinctive dry wit and humor, and learned American customs and traditions. His schooling was done by ship's libraries, supplemented by shipboard AI's when available. In schooling, he got excellent grades on the engineering systems and math, but was average in his other subjects except history. He failed history twice, but scraped through eventually.
He hated the transport, and never really felt at home on the slow and bulky sublight transports. He hated them even more after they were attacked by insurrectionists in Meridian airspace, the cargo lost and his mother killed when trying to stabilize the reactor. The company was more mad about the cargo then the death of his mother, and the UNSC never caught the insurrectionists, The UNSC already drifting out of Meridian favor.
After he got off the transport with his father two years later, he was a strange child, never fitting in, but never being too far out of line on his new home system. Him and his father settled on Sigma Octanus IV. He didn't make many friends, and stuck mostly as taking this apart and putting them together again. He was bullied as a child, which gave him some better street fighting skills then he would usually have, but not good formal fighting skills. He can be taken on by a good trained fighter. He was born and raised a transport boomer, and so didn't learn to swim well and never really got good at swimming. As soon as he was able he enlisted in the Marines, mainly as a cause to get off the planet and away from his father, now a raging drunkard who spent more nights in jail than at home. At first he going for a job as an engineer, joining the Marines as a Technician and Engineer. For about a year he was in the marines, and was assigned to inner colonies, seeing no combat having no opportunities for advancement or to prove himself, mainly helping out the local police forces on tough cases before being transferred. As he went on, he volunteered for the ODST corps, hearing of ODST raids on Insurrectionists, thinking back to his past encounters with the innies, also wanting to get a bit of action in his life. He was accepted, and completed basic and emergency training, qualifying for the helljumpers. Training was brutal, as the best was expected. Thankfully he was strong enough, having grown up moving shipments and large objects on the transports.
Upon graduation, he was assigned to the UNSCS Kilimanjaro's division as a part of the 153rd ODST company, 42nd Shock Troops battalion. He served there for much of his career, and eventually was promoted to 2nd Lieutenant. After a long career, he was forced from flying pods to flying a desk, and then from there to a discharge from the UNSC. He then served as a freelance private security specialist and mercenary for the most part, doing odd jobs for the UNSC when the chance comes along. He had civilian variants of the equipment he used in the Corps until the year 2256. By the time he had been discharged, his former squad was long gone. Willow had been killed by a Sangheili sniper, Bishop had been captured and tortured to death by rebels under the command of his father, who was later killed by JC, and Boomer had been discharged before committing suicide due to PTSD.
JC was drafted back into active duty by Captain Luíz “Viper” Javier Selva in February of 2256, into the Force Recon branch. He was promoted to First Lieutenant and serves as XO and assistant to the Captain. His civilian gear was traded back in for regulation UNSC Force Recon gear, although his is still similar to his old ODST armor.
Strengths: Excellent with electronics and computer systems, fluent in multiple languages used in the UNSC, and good enough shot to qualify for the BR55 rifle, his standard go-to for medium to long range combat.
Weaknesses: Sub-par, but still qualifying, hand to hand combat skills, and has a short temper when it comes to people disobeying orders. He's not quite as strong as he used to be, but is still quite strong enough.
Faction & Division: UNSC Force Recon, former UNSC, ODST Division
Rank: Former 2nd Lieutenant, Ret, Currently 1st Lieutenant.
Name: JC Torngate
Race: Human Male, Caucasian
Age: 47 Years Old
Date of Birth: 20 June 2523
Birth Place: Parabola-Class Freighter, 2.45 Light Years from Sol System
UNSC Military Identification: 8542148
Service Number: 32569-11680-TJ
Height: 6 Feet 0 Inches
Weight: 176.3 lbs
Blood Type: AB-
Personality Profile:
JC is a rather cold and calculating person, with a short temper and a flair for being offsetting to other people. He's a bit of an outsider, not fitting in and not easily accepted by many people. He has zero tolerance for insubordination, and will follow orders even if it puts him in undue harm, knowing it's for the greater good, people got promoted to where they are for a reason. He doesn't talk too much, rarely initiating conversation. When he's out of regulations, or speaking freely, he is definitely sarcastic, referred to one trainer as a "cheeky bastard." When he's more at ease and comfortable in uniform he still has a bit of a sarcastic tone, but can be serious when the time calls for it. He also gets along better with machines than people, until you get to know him.
If you do get past the front coldness, a much more open and in depth man appears before you. He takes a kind enjoyment in taking apart and putting together equipment, be it field stripping his weapon and putting it back together to taking apart random electronics he finds to figure out how they tick and to make them better. He also can be carefree and happy, but that's a rare occurrence. He's forward in confidence about orders or calls from up top that he finds to be illogical, but follows them all the same. He also has a short temper and little respect for a commander who abuses or talks down to his men, preferring commanders who will stand the line with the cannon fodder and fight with his men, instead of being at a map in orbit. He has a very high pain tolerance, and won't admit he's in pain until it's blatantly obvious, often insisting that medical care goes to the less injured before him, that as long as he can fire a rifle he's good to go. He also has trouble sleeping at nights, and will volunteer for the night watch as often as regulations permit.
Physical Description:
JC is a six foot flat, relatively young person. His face shows the scars and signs of many battles, but no physical scarring or damage. He also has a slightly unusual gait to his step from a childhood in 0.7-g's. Due to growing up in synthetic lighting, not a sun's warmth, he's rather pale due to lack of sunlight growing up. One positive aspect from his time on the freighters was his height, due to life in 0.7 g's. His personal grooming is strictly regulation, no signs of being anything but a robotic soldier until you get to know him better at a personal level.
JC is clean shaven, with the usual body type for a heavy lifter and transport child, well muscled and in pretty good overall shape. His hair is brown, and close-cropped. Not quite a buzz cut or shave, but less than one inch thick at it's thickest. His slight facial hair is a constant, grey, five-o'-clock shadow. His eyes are cold silver, often described as being colder than titanium, as if he's trying to keep emotion out of his eyes. He's got no ink on his body, nor does he have any resemblance of scarring, except for a dislocated nose from a childhood altercation.
Background Information:
JC was born on an old merchant transport en route from Earth to Meridian Station. He grew up on the merchant ships in the fleet, no one place to call home. His father was a helmsman and his mother an engineer on different ships, constantly transferred around. He was never raised to the customs of any planets, but was raised with a distinctive dry wit and humor, and learned American customs and traditions. His schooling was done by ship's libraries, supplemented by shipboard AI's when available. In schooling, he got excellent grades on the engineering systems and math, but was average in his other subjects except history. He failed history twice, but scraped through eventually.
He hated the transport, and never really felt at home on the slow and bulky sublight transports. He hated them even more after they were attacked by insurrectionists in Meridian airspace, the cargo lost and his mother killed when trying to stabilize the reactor. The company was more mad about the cargo then the death of his mother, and the UNSC never caught the insurrectionists, The UNSC already drifting out of Meridian favor.
After he got off the transport with his father two years later, he was a strange child, never fitting in, but never being too far out of line on his new home system. Him and his father settled on Sigma Octanus IV. He didn't make many friends, and stuck mostly as taking this apart and putting them together again. He was bullied as a child, which gave him some better street fighting skills then he would usually have, but not good formal fighting skills. He can be taken on by a good trained fighter. He was born and raised a transport boomer, and so didn't learn to swim well and never really got good at swimming. As soon as he was able he enlisted in the Marines, mainly as a cause to get off the planet and away from his father, now a raging drunkard who spent more nights in jail than at home. At first he going for a job as an engineer, joining the Marines as a Technician and Engineer. For about a year he was in the marines, and was assigned to inner colonies, seeing no combat having no opportunities for advancement or to prove himself, mainly helping out the local police forces on tough cases before being transferred. As he went on, he volunteered for the ODST corps, hearing of ODST raids on Insurrectionists, thinking back to his past encounters with the innies, also wanting to get a bit of action in his life. He was accepted, and completed basic and emergency training, qualifying for the helljumpers. Training was brutal, as the best was expected. Thankfully he was strong enough, having grown up moving shipments and large objects on the transports.
Upon graduation, he was assigned to the UNSCS Kilimanjaro's division as a part of the 153rd ODST company, 42nd Shock Troops battalion. He served there for much of his career, and eventually was promoted to 2nd Lieutenant. After a long career, he was forced from flying pods to flying a desk, and then from there to a discharge from the UNSC. He then served as a freelance private security specialist and mercenary for the most part, doing odd jobs for the UNSC when the chance comes along. He had civilian variants of the equipment he used in the Corps until the year 2256. By the time he had been discharged, his former squad was long gone. Willow had been killed by a Sangheili sniper, Bishop had been captured and tortured to death by rebels under the command of his father, who was later killed by JC, and Boomer had been discharged before committing suicide due to PTSD.
JC was drafted back into active duty by Captain Luíz “Viper” Javier Selva in February of 2256, into the Force Recon branch. He was promoted to First Lieutenant and serves as XO and assistant to the Captain. His civilian gear was traded back in for regulation UNSC Force Recon gear, although his is still similar to his old ODST armor.
Strengths: Excellent with electronics and computer systems, fluent in multiple languages used in the UNSC, and good enough shot to qualify for the BR55 rifle, his standard go-to for medium to long range combat.
Weaknesses: Sub-par, but still qualifying, hand to hand combat skills, and has a short temper when it comes to people disobeying orders. He's not quite as strong as he used to be, but is still quite strong enough.
