Description

Personality

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Personality: Jack doesn't have a sense of morality or a consciense. Life goes on, no matter what he does, so he questions why he should care as long as he gets the job done. If someone stands in front of Jack, they die. He learned too well how to pull a trigger without thinking of the consequences. The only one he won't kill without hesitation is his spotter, and that's stretching the limits. He's in this war to kill and kill efficiently, nothing more. His only fear is that, if he dies, it'll be to an inferior foe.

Equipment

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Primary Weapon - (This will probably not change for the duration of the roleplay and will rarely be used) Barret fifty cal sniper rifle, two extra ten round clips.

Secondary Weapon: Berreta 92FS

Extra weapons: Old machette, nicknamed Grim, that Jack's great grandfather used in WWII. Also carries an old M1911 same relative used in same war. Both are passed down through generations and hold extreme sentamental value. These two things are two of the only that Jack gets angry about if they're tampered with.

Outfit: General purpose ghillie suit, under which is standard military BDU, pants and jacket, with standard combat boots.

Equipment: Small block of C4, stashed extra clip for Barret, seven reloads for Berreta, three for M1911, KBAR combat knife/bayonet, entrenchment tool(Google if you don't know)

Supplies: Facepaint kit(Cuz that's an epic idea), two dry ration meals, small medical kit(Bandages, disinfectant, etc. Nothing heavy, just basic first aid).

History

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Short Bio: Jack grew up normally enough. He was a bit nerdy, actually. His parents constantly nagged him about his falling grades, but he kept up enough to pass. Rarely did Jack ever do anything not electronics related. He was a hacker, a programmer, and a writer.

Then the President started drafting soldiers at the age of fifteen. Jack had always loved the idea of fighting. He wasn't exactly in the greatest shape, but he could run a couple miles easily enough, and shooting with his grandpa was easy enough. Jack decided to join the Marines. It became quickly apparent that he was in over his head. Between his drill instructor and other boots, Jack found that he could keep up...but just barely. After a couple weeks of barely getting by, he found that his instructor was thinking of dropping him. Marines didn't need average. The army could have average. Marines needed the best.

Jack snapped inside. He idolized the Marines, he tried his best and kept pushing until his muscles tore. And he knew he was getting better. He decided to show the Sarge how much better he was getting. The next time they went running, Jack stole the Sergeant's sidearm and ran off with it, vanishing into the forest surrounding camp. Two squads were sent after him.

It took them a whole day to find Jack, but when they did it was on their way back. He was just sitting there, in the middle of the trail, stripping down two weapons. One was the Sergeant's. The other was from one of the Marines sent to get him. He told them that he snatched it about half a mile into the bush. When the DI found out, he put him up for Mountain Marine training, then sniper school. Jack was fielded shortly after his training as a sniper. He and his spotter were given some of the most difficult targets out there, and never failed to deliver the bullet to the awaiting head. Jack made a point to take on the most dangerous jobs without even using his rifle. Two times, he snuck in and killed his targets with Grim alone. The third time, his spotter had to save him. He got caught, was tortured, and looked his target in the eye, not through a scope, for the first time in his life.

Jack's sniper jumped in and took out the guards, but he didn't need to worry about the target. Jack had been so mad, he reached up and ripped the man's throat out with his teeth. That was the last incident Jack was ever caught, but he also never again took down a target with just Grim.

Since then, Jack kept to himself. Being captured changed his entire outlook on life, and now he approaches every day as if he's already dead.