His selflessness. Impatience. Persistence. Perfectionist.
Strengths:
Medical know-how, military training, Survival techniques
Fears:
Galactic War. Spiders. Snakes. Needles. Public Speaking. Abandonment.
Desires:
A family.
Personality:
Somewhat sarcastic. Closed up. INTP.
Languages Known:
English, Spanish
Service Record - Qualifications
Alliance Marines Airborne School
3 Weeks
Alliance Combat Divers School
4 Weeks
Alliance Underwater Egress Training
7 Days
Alliance Basic Survival School
3 Weeks
Free-fall Parachutist School
5 Weeks
Special Operations Combat Medic Course
22 Weeks
Rescue/Recovery Specialist Course
20 Weels
Zero-G Combat Course
3 Weeks
Combat Statistics
Small Arms
8
Long Range Combat
2
Mid Range Combat
9
Close Quarters Combat
10
Melee Weapons
2
Heavy Weaponry
0
Explosives
2
Hand to Hand Combat
6
Additional Data; Biography
::Audio Log - Background::
"Give a man a fish... you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish, you feed him for a lifetime. I think that's how the old saying goes? Right? Sounds about right... In any case, I can thank my dad for the lesson. He's certainly run me through a tough gauntlet and well..." (A mouth popping noise is audible). "Guess I can say I came out the other side as big of a man as him. Really owed everything to the guy. I followed in his footsteps from the age of... fuck was it... fifteen I wanna say? Went into my school's ROTC program as soon as I got admitted to the district. Hell, my dad was with me when I went to meet with the Company Commander. I'm pretty sure that... just the presence of an S2 in your face... is enough to allow the kid into the program. The Commander gave me the whole interview process shindig, but I know it was pretty much just a formality. Dad's gaze didn't leave that man's face for a second. In any case, I got pretty high up there in the ranks once I graduated from school. I was one of those kids."
"Right out of high school, I enlisted into the Alliance Marines. Finished basic with top scores in physical fitness, marksmanship, and all the other bullshit they threw my way. Anything else and I probably would've gone to IST in a body bag. Dad smoked me for the hell of it though when I got home. Guess he still had to get some sort of satisfaction out of the whole thing. I spent some time with family and friends before going off to Specialization Training school to begin the life of a Rescue and Recovery Operator. Mid-way through, got mail from my mom that my dad had passed away from a sudden heart attack. The guy was 63 years old, can you believe it? Still had so much time to go. But yeah, that made training just as hard. Can't really focus on breathing underwater when your mind is drifting off to dark places. Guys were dropping out of formation like flies every day. I uh-... I guess some part of me knew I had to finish it for him. No matter how hard they pushed me or how much I thought I was gonna drown in the pools, I just kept my head in the game. Eventually that thinking got me past my first month. And then the second. And then the third. The Exo-space Egress training. Basic Survival School. Airborne School. Paramedic School. Soon enough, that whole entire year went by. Just wish he was there to see me get my Parachute and serpent.."
"I served with the Marines as a 'Reco' for a number of years. Was based on Bekenstein with the 83rd Special Operations Wing, 25th Special Tactics Squadron. A while back, the entire planet got fucked over by the Reaper invasion. They've mostly rebuilt the colony, but there's still some scarring from the bombardment. The 83rd was a conglomerate of Special Operations units from different branches of the Systems Alliance. Our main focus revolved around unconventional warfare; Combat SAR, psychological ops, CAS, air interdiction and counter-terrorism. I was mostly focused around combat search and rescue... y'know, friendlies go down behind enemy lines and you gotta get 'em out."
"No mission was ever the same. Different climate. Different biome. Zero gravity. Toxic environments. Underwater. HALO and HAHO jumps. We got the training for everything and put it all to good use. I spent about 11 years with the 25th and I never hated a second of it. It was an adrenaline junkies dream job; you get to jump from obscene heights and save lives whilst doing so. Whatever It Takes was the 25th's motto, and we embodied it every single day. When we weren't being deployed to help Alliance personnel or other Citadel races, we were training. A week out of the month unless it was interfered by deployment. We honed our skills and kept them as sharp as possible for our next mission. Every now and then we'd have joint training missions with other Citadel races. Turians. Salarians. Asari. Sometimes we'd even get a few Quarian Marines. But those Asari, man. God I loved working with the Asari. Beautiful and deadly at the same time. Pretty sure the guys had no complaints either... heh. But at the end of the day, we were all there to learn from each other and develop new tactics and strategies. To build a camaraderie. Never know who you'll see on the field when things get real."
"Pretty sure pops would've been proud of what I made out of myself if he was still here. He was just-... well, I'm not gonna say he was just a marine. He was an example of what I aspired to be, and no matter the amount of tough love he showed, he was still the greatest person in my life. Eventually I sent in my discharge papers. I could've become something more, like try out for the N designation in Rio, but I don't think anything could make me feel the way I did as an R designation. I felt more than satisfied with how far I got and decided to transfer back into a civilian life. Get a dog. Find a nice place on the Citadel to relax for a bit. Maybe find a certain girl that made me feel... complete. So I did just that... well, except for the girl part. Spent a year in the Kithoi Ward, enjoying plays and the night life with other alliance military guys. Even met one of the guys I saved. Dude was a class act. A stand up guy. We became really good friends from that point forward. I found out that he had to be discharged for medical reasons shortly after our first encounter way back when. He managed to get himself situated at Huerta and back to a healthy condition. Being unable to find a way back into the military, he found the next best thing; private military contracting. Double the credits for half the time. He introduced me to his employer and... well, I've been an APS ever since."