Post by biowabbit on Apr 21, 2009 16:40:02 GMT -5
Name: Robert Allen "Doc" Jenkins
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Affiliation/Race: United Nations Space Command
Rank: Orbital Dropped Shock Trooper (ODST) Rank E-4 (Corporal)
Weaponry:
-SRS99C-S2 AMB Sniper Rifle
-BR55HB SR Battle Rifle
-M6C Magnum Sidearm
-Standard Issue Combat Knife
Biography: What is patriotism? I thought it was fighting for what you believed in, fighting for your people. Turns out fighting for your people, your world, is nothing but a struggle. There is no winning a war against an enemy that doesn't quit, that wants to eradicate your very existence, your own beliefs, an entire civilization... and that was just the Covenant.
Years I've struggled against the very thought of war, watching my brothers and sisters fall to the hands of what was once our enemy. What very well could still be our enemy. I've watched as the Covenant tore my friends to shreds, glassed over cities I once called home, and eradicated worlds I believed to be impenetrable. They're a race, a species unlike any other in that they persist more than humans ever could, all that stood between them and the Universe was the human race, the UNSC taking the helm of that battle, and it's soldiers not just fighting for survival, but to stop extinction.
I never thought it would happen, Earth, attacked? I had been there to encounter the first attacks by the Covenant, New Mombasa, nothing was like it. Plasma rained down from above in onslaughts unlike anything I had ever seen. The Fourth of July looked like a sparkler to what I seen exploding around me. It was a hailstorm of plasma and dropships, I seen more action the following days than most could see in a lifetime. Many of my friends and brothers died that those days, many in my own arms, under my own care. Few have encountered the wounds that I have been pitted against, needler rounds to the stomach are beyond repairable to an unarmored man, have you ever seen it? It's as if first they are stabbed by a dull knife, the pain one must go through at this point I imagine is tolerable, it isn't until this charged plasma bolt explodes that things get ugly. I've seen some of the best, some of the toughest men and women scream in pain, agony, and fear from this weapon. There is no pain imaginable aiding your best friend as his insides pour out from his stomach as if a grenade blew his belly out from within. There is nothing that can match that pain, that trauma.
We're hardened steel us ODST, the toughest sons of bitches the UNSC has to offer. We're the first in and the last out, if we even make the drop, feet first into hell. This war is for my brothers and sisters who have died from the pain I constantly feel, my enemy will pay for past enemies sins. There is no respect for any other man that is not ODST, they're my blood, and I'll jump into hell with them.