Martin, Michael J.

[Martin, M.]

UNITED NATIONS SPACE COMMAND DEFENSE FORCE
PERSONNEL COMMAND (PERSCOM)

CAREER SERVICE VITAE

Basic Information
Name: Michael J. Martin
Age: 24
Birth Date: June 14th 2518
Birth Place: Fon du Lac, Minnesota

Service Information
UNSC Military Identification: 2380977
Service Number: 10009-22011-MM
Rank: Corpsman (CM)
MOS: HM-8404
Billet: Platoon Corpsman

RIFLE QUAL: 225
PISTOL QUAL: 235
SWIM QUAL: S3
PFT: 220

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

Medical Information
Gender: Male
Height: 5’8”
Weight: 185 lbs
Eye Color: BLU
Hair Color: BRN
Blood Type: O+

Personality Profile:
Despite being a highly competent member of the team Michael is most notable for his sarcasm and near constant bitching. He hates the mickey mouse BS that is inherent with garrison life and will find a way to complain about how little of translates to anything useful when deployed. Of course during deployment the bitching doesn’t end. Whether its the weather, the units position, the chow or the enemy, there is always something to complain about. This isn’t as disruptive to morale as one might expect as many of the Marines join in on the complaining, trying to whine about the most ridiculous aspects of their situation as a form of levity.

While not the most dutiful of Sailors, he is incredibly loyal to his squadmates and desperately wants to believe in the worthiness of their sacrifices. He truly hates the Covenant, and in the last few months has developed a bloodlust that overwhelms his previously cool headed personality. That isn’t to say he is reckless, but after losing enough friends to the alien aggressors, he has no issue putting them in the ground by whatever means necessary. If that means a fair fight then so be it, but he would much rather just lure them into intersecting fields of fire or call an air strike.

Physical Description:
Despite having been in the UNSC for nearly three years, Michael Martin has precious few scars. It’s a quality he fully intends to keep. Convinced of his own attractiveness, Michael can seem somewhat vain, a fact that is only exacerbated by the immaculate care given to his haircut and facial grooming. If not for his constant maintenance, his “low-reg” haircut would likely resulted in more than just the occasional reprimanded by now. His body is in excellent shape thanks in no small part to the constant physical training offered by the Corps though his increasing consumption of alcohol has seen the slightest development of a fat building up around his waist.

His immaculate grooming standards never extend to his uniform outside of a garrison environment. When deployed he has other things on his mind than the shine of his boots or the proper creases of his blouse. In fact he goes out of his way to make his uniform seem more battle worn than it probably is to make himself seem more dashing.


Background Information:
A former college student Michael volunteered for service after the first few success' of the Covenant against UNSC forces. The idea that an alien culture could wipe all proof of humanity's existence from the cosmos was bad enough, sitting around in safety while other men women fought and died for him was far worse. Sure he enlisted to be a hero, sure he enlisted to make a difference and ensure humanity’s continued existence, but within the first year his true motivation was nothing so grand. He didn’t care about the UNSC’s reputation or storied history. He didn’t care about promotions or ass kissing. All he cared about were the men and women fighting beside him. He refuses to give up and die because doing so condemns his brothers in arms. Its a strange sort of cowardice that drives him on. He might be afraid to die, but he is far more terrified of letting down his comrades.

Of course that took several months of mind numbing garrison life and a single brief firefight to figure out. His first firefight was far from epic. His dumb ass ran into the equally idiotic asses of a Grunt squad. Both groups were surprised, both groups opened fire. Michael survived without a scratch, not all of his friends were so lucky. Michael’s history so far has been far from exemplary, with a number of minor citations to his name, not the least of which was possession of homemade alcohol from an unknown source as well as disrespecting an officer. The only upside to his presence in a unit is his undeniable competence and willingness to risk life and limb to accomplish his mission. It’s not perfect, but for now it seem to have been enough to keep him away from a dishonorable discharge.

While it had originally been difficult to secure the respect of Marines, Michael is a blooded corpsman and earned his squad mates respect. Patching up plasma burns and stitching up lacerations has that effect. It also has the unfortunate effect of being both physically and mentally exhausted. As a result he spends most of his time these days either smoking, or drinking. Both of which have resulted in verbal reprimands and physical training as punishment.

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