Post by Torngate, D. on Mar 3, 2016 20:49:49 GMT -5
UNITED NATIONS SPACE COMMAND DEFENSE FORCE
PERSONNEL COMMAND (PERSCOM)
CAREER SERVICE VITAE
Basic Information
Name: Darvon Tintus Torngate
Age: 20 Standard Earth Years
Birth Date: 20 June 2523
Birth Place: Parabola-Class Freighter, 2.45 Light Years from Sol System
Service Information
UNSC Military Identification: 8542148
Service Number: 32569-11680-TD
Rank: Private
MOS: 0312 - Designated Marksman
Billet: Fire Team Rifleman
RIFLE QUAL: 224
PISTOL QUAL: 199
SWIM QUAL: 174
PFT: 225
Unit Information
Command: 22nd Marine Division
Regiment: 12th Regiment
Battalion: 1st Battalion
Company: Oscar Company
Platoon: Second Platoon
Squad: First Squad
Fire Team:[/b] Third Team
Medical Information
Gender: Male
Height: 6' 0'' (Six Feet Zero Inches)
Weight: 162.3 lbs
Eye Color: GRY (Grey)
Hair Color: BRN
Blood Type: AB-
Personality Profile:
Darvon 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's mentally and emotionally scarred from his history, the death of his mother, and the beatings he was victim to in his childhood from other children. He often has night terrors, but he hides all of this behind his cold facade. 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, as a way to stave off the night terrors.
Physical Description:
Darvon is a six foot flat, relatively young person. He's a slightly baby faced person, due to his relative age. 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.
Darvon 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 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 facial hair or scarring, except for a dislocated nose from a childhood altercation.
Background Information:
Darvon 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 significantly better fighting skills then he would usually have. 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 to Oscar Company.
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