Furby, J.

[Furby, J.]

UNITED NATIONS SPACE COMMAND DEFENSE FORCE
PERSONNEL COMMAND (PERSCOM)

CAREER SERVICE VITAE

Basic Information
Name: Jayson Scott Furby
Age: 20
Birth Date: December 21st, 2521
Birth Place: Pearl City, Crystal, Umbra System

Service Information
UNSC Military Identification: 1156988
Service Number: 11542-69881-JF
Rank: Lance Corporal (E-3)
MOS: 0312 Designated Marksman
Billet: Fire Team Rifleman (Assistant AR)

RIFLE QUAL: Expert; 250
PISTOL QUAL: Expert; 235
SWIM QUAL: Class S4
PFT: Class 3; 170

Unit Information
Command: 27th Marine Expeditionary Unit
Regiment: 12th Regiment
Battalion: 1st Battalion
Company: Oscar Company
Platoon: Second Platoon
Squad: First Squad
Fire Team: First Fire Team

Medical Information
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 163 lbs
Eye Color: GRN
Hair Color: BLK
Blood Type: O-

Personality Profile: Jayson Furby never wanted to be a Marine. He'd received his draft notice shortly before he was supposed to leave for college at a prestigious university on Tribute as part of a sports scholarship. This has caused him to resent the military to a degree for "taking his future away from him." He is not by any means one of the most motivated Marines around, and in boot camp he was quickly labeled an underachiever. He never applied more than enough effort to get him through whatever needed to get done, whether a drilling exercise or a test. This put him at odds with some of his fellow recruits, and has since carried on into his life as a grunt.

PFC Furby is quite the cynic. He refuses to trust in his superiors to look out for the well being of the Marines around him, and is largely a loner. This isn't to say he won't work alongside his teammates when the time and need arises. He'll do what is necessary to ensure not only his survival, but the survival of others as well. However, during off time he generally keeps to himself, only socializing with those of equal or lower rank.

Most have come to learn that Jayson is a prankster. He's always trying to find a way to get a cheap thrill and have a laugh at the same time. This attitude has put him at odds with his squad leader on many an occasion, and he's very fortunate that the worst punishment he's received so far is a very vulgar bashing from the Sergeant. Though he has been threatened with NJP before; however, his attitude remains indifferent.

Physical Description: Of average build and height, Jayson Furby is not the type to stand out in a crowd. His slim, fit physique is a by-product from years of playing school sports and his time in boot camp. His only real distinguishing feature is the style he chose for his hair. A medium regulation haircut, often viewed by most Marine hard chargers as a haircut for less motivated (and sometimes troublesome) Marines. Jayson adopted the haircut as his own for that very reason, in some way hoping to spite his superiors by wearing his hair in such a fashion.

Jayson sports a single narrow scar across his face. It was bestowed upon him by a Skirmisher with a plasma dagger that he was forced to engage in close combat. The fight last only for a brief moment, after avoiding being cut further or stabbed, he'd managed to break the alien's wrist and turn its own weapon against it. Furby realizes just how lucky he was to have walked away from such a scuffle, and is thankful that the only thing that was wrong with him was the open cut across his left cheek.

Background Information:

Jayson Scott Furby grew up on the colony of Crystal in the bustling capital of Pearl City. Born to an upper middle class family, his parents spoiled him at a very young age. Anything he wanted was his so long as he asked. If his parents refused him whatever he desired, all he had to do was throw a fit and always gave in. If he decided he didn't want what his parents bought for him, they'd immediately go back to the store and exchange it for another item that he happened to desire more at the time.

As far as schooling was concerned, Jayson was an average student. He never particularly cared for what he was supposed to be learning, and only did his work because he knew life would be easier for him if he did. When he started gym class in third grade, it quickly became his favorite class. All throughout his years in school he always had high grades in his physical education and health classes. His teachers noticed it and experimented with many methods to try to get the young Jayson to show as much effort in their classes as he did in gym.

Their attempts were to no avail.

Until middle school, that is. Jayson joined his school's GravBall team come sixth grade. However, his stay on the team was rather short-term. Due to falling grades in all of his classed except physical education / health, his coach had him removed from the team. Jayson was bitter at first, as he had been one of the better players on the team, and cursed the coach for caring about and removing him over something so trivial. Alas, he went the rest of his sixth grade year without participating in any other extracurricular activities.

However, when his seventh grade year came around, Jayson decided he really wanted to be a part of the team again. So he approached the coach and promised him he would keep his grades at at least a "C" average so that he could continue to play on the team without penalty. Naturally, the coach was skeptical at first; but, when Jayson showed him his first report card and that in all of his classes (except for PE and health, obviously) he held a "C+" or higher, the man finally agreed. Jayson then went on to play on the GravBall team again for his school, and managed to take them to the school district GravBall championships. His team lost by only a small margin, but he didn't care. He was just happy to have the opportunity to play again and experience his first championship game.

The next year Jayson was appointed captain of the team and under his leadership, they managed to come second-place in the championship. Next was high school, and as before, Jayson applied to join the GravBall team as well as his high school's track team. While he didn't do as well as he'd imagined he would in track, in GravBall he was fastly making a name for himself. He finally dropped track in his junior year in favor of focusing on GravBall full time after being brought on to the varsity team.

By his senior year he was again a GravBall team captain, and his team played a great season that culminated in winning the first-place title in the regional championships. A college talent scout took notice of Jayson and his abilities, and approached hin after the game to offer him a spot on the college team with a full sports scholarship. The only snag was that the college was located on the distant world of Tribute in the Epsilon Eridani System.

Later that night when Jayson returned to his home after celebrating with his team, he told his parents what happened and that he wanted to go. Mr. and Mrs. Furby were proud of their son and told him that the decision was his to make. That said, Jayson immediately contacted the talent scout and told him that he accepted his offer.

Everything was going great for him. His life seemed perfect. He would be attending a prestigious university with a full sports scholarship that would cover all his expenses. He would be playing for a college team and finally get to move out of his parents house. His life couldn't have been any better.

Unfortunately for Jayson, reality had to strike at some point. And it did. Exactly three weeks before he was to board a shuttle for college, he received a notice in the mail from the UNSC. Upon opening it, he quickly wished that he hadn't. According to the letter, he'd been drafted into service with the Marines. He would be shipping out for Marine Corps Recruit Training in two weeks.

Angered by the letter and what it meant for him, Jayson tried to have his parents fight the UNSC so that he wouldn't have to go. They spoke to the governor and even a few officials of the Draft Board. Unsurprisingly, they all sang the same tune. "There's nothing we can do about it." Come two weeks later, Jayson bid his family farewell and boarded a military transport shuttle destined for Reach.

Boot camp was unlike anything Jayson had ever experienced. Not even the stuff the GravBall coaches called "boot camp" held a candle to it. For thirteen long and lonely weeks, Jayson was put through hell. He decided early on that he hated it, and resented the UNSC for forcing it upon him. He hadn't wanted to a Marine, running around shooting aliens for fun. He wanted to be a professional GravBall player.

So, like he'd done earlier in life as far as school was concerned, he applied minimal effort to everything he did. While he did indeed enjoy the physical training, and discovered in the second phase he was a crack shot with a rifle, it did not make the journey from civilian to Marine any better for him. His DIs were constantly hounding him for his lack of effort, and continually threatened to have him repeat the program if he did not shape up.

That was perhaps the only reason he decided to put a little bit more effort into what he was supposed to do. He did not want to go through the hell that was Marine Corps Recruit Training a second time.

Finally, Jayson graduated. He didn't make honor recruit or anything special, but he did earn the title of Marine. The whole ordeal impressed him very little, but he knew he had no say in the matter. Infantry school was perhaps a little better. Since he wasn't being yelled and screamed at half as much, he seemed to actually enjoy it. Firing rifles and tossing grenades, setting up ambushes against his combat instructors. It was all rather fun to him.

After SOI, Private Furby found himself assigned to Oscar Company as a replacement for a Marine whom had been greviously injured past the point of being fixable. It's been six months since he joined the unit, and he's seen some combst in that time against the Covenant. While he despises being in the military, he's seen firsthand and realizes the threat the alien hegemony poses to humanity. So, he has begrudgingly accepted the present circumstances and has worked toward developing a positive outlook to his current predicament.

So far, he's met mixed results.