Ocampo, E.

[Ocampo, E.]

UNITED NATIONS SPACE COMMAND DEFENSE FORCE

PERSONNEL COMMAND (PERSCOM)

CAREER SERVICE VITAE

Basic Information
Name: Emma Ocampo
Age: 25
Birth Date: September, 18, 2516
Birth Place: Medium class freighter travelling through slipspace

Service Information 
UNSC Military Identification: 05779356
Service Number: 59737-08606-EO
Rank: Sergeant
MOS: 0352 - Antitank Missileman
Billet:  Squad Leader


RIFLE QUAL: 235
PISTOL QUAL: 220
SWIM QUAL: Class 3
PFT: 300


Unit Information
Command: 22nd Marine Division
Regiment: 12th Regiment
Battalion: 1st Battalion
Company: Oscar Company
Platoon: Second Platoon
Squad: Second Squad

Medical Information

Gender: Female    
Height: 5'3
Weight: 145
Eye Color: BRN
Hair Color: BLK
Blood Type: A Pos

Personality Profile: Emma is an excellent Marine who's reupped once already, though its clear that she doesn't particularly enjoy the life. Humanity is in the fight of its life against a superior foe and she simply does what she has to in order to survive. Keeping herself physically fit and able to fight back to the best of her ability is just what it takes to ensure her survival, and her surviving means that someone else might not die. In spite of her being enlisted more out of circumstance than true desire, she does her absolute best to keep those around her alive and will fight tooth and nail to keep her friends standing. She's fiercely protective of her allies and friends and will throw herself into the meatgrinder to keep one of them out of harms way, or to pull them out of a sticky situation.

Otherwise, she's a fun loving and laid back individual who pays little heed to the non-combat aspects of military life. She simply does not give a shit if there's an IP on a dress uniform, if one of her subordinates' rooms are clean, or anything of that nature. Her stubbornness and willpower are unmatched as well, though this can lead to her being difficult to convince of an alternate course of action if she's set her mind to a different one.

Physical Description: Though on the shorter side Ocampo makes up for lack of stature with the muscle tone of someone who might've been born in a gym. She keeps her naturally straight hair tied up in a bun that will fit easily beneath a cover or a helmet, whatever the situation desires, though the length might be somewhat out of regs. She keeps herself as clean as a person ought to be, though certain minutia of her military attire are regularly below par. Boot bands are regularly bound over her boot for comfort, her sleeves aren't ungodly tight (if anything they're often loose), and her hair is rarely slicked against her skull. She has more than a few tattoos up and down her arms, as well.

Background Information:

Emma was born to spacers somewhere out in slipspace as a freighter made its way from Epsilon Eridanus to Reach, and since has spent more of her life with the rumbling deck of a ship beneath her feet rather than solid ground. She was piloting larger craft and helping her parents fix equipment almost as soon as she could lift a wrench or move the stick, but those skills were hardly enough from keeping her parents' ship from being destroyed when the Covenant first attacked Harvest. The vessel was in orbit and waiting to be approved to drop a shipment of farming equipment down to the world when they struck from nowhere, destroying the ship so thoroughly that Emma barely had time to hit an escape pod down to the surface. She barely escaped the ship and later the planet with a military contingent and, thanks to the horrors she saw and the ghosts of her parents, she enlisted the moment she turned eighteen. There was no way she was going to wait for the draft.

One might assume that she would go for the Navy given her background, but she knew better. The Covenant were a far superior force in space and her dying from a plasma blast wouldn't help anybody. Instead, she signed up to join the UNSC Marines and fight on the ground. At least they had a chance, there. What further helped was that she got put into the Missileman MOS, though she quickly found that SPNKR rockets were just as effective against alien infantry as they were against tanks and aerial assets. Lord, how she loved to see alien bastards turn into a mist after one of her rockets detonated in the center of their formation... rare as the opportunity was to use the weapons in such a way.

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[Durant, M.]

Jake,

I have reviewed this application and found nothing that would unduly delay its acceptance. Therefore, it is with great pleasure that I find your character application APPROVED!

Your character will be assigned as the squad leader of Second Second, replacing the NPC of Sergeant Rio. You can assume that your character transferred prior to the unit shipping out, so she would already be aboard and at least somewhat acclimated to her new accommodations.

Respectfully,

- Durant, M.