Name: Jensen Miller

Alias: Sergeant Major

Gender: Male

Alignment: Lawful Good

Appearance: Jensen Miller is the sort of person you'd sit beside for years without noticing. He blends in to the background with all the ease of natural talent and perhaps just the slightest inclination to such things. Indeed his only defining feature maybe perhaps his lanky build which coupled with the upright stance of a career soldier gives the impression of height.

Though at even six feet tall the Sergeant Major isn't exactly short either. But the double punch kick combo of light brown hair and eyes is what really seal his wallflower status. His face though fairly symmetrical and well formed is neither stunningly handsome nor horrendously ugly. Given his military occupation it is not surprising such a face is accented by the harshness of a buzz cut.

The final nail in Jensen's coffin is the fact his skin is also neither pale nor bronzed but some tone between both. It is the tone of a working man but perhaps one who works a lot of night shifts. And his fashion sense is limited to either p.t gear or the uniform of a Republican Trooper.

Personality: Jensen is the consummate wallflower in the manner he cares little for attention or accolades. A very humble and self - deprecated sort of man despite the enormous amount of praise heaped upon him. A man of many skills the Sergeant Major believes that virtue should seek no reward and intensely dislikes those who insist on trumpeting their own horn. Though at the same time the man is capable of a sort of letting some things slide but also knowing when to crack the whip.

A firm believer in the lessons of right and wrong keep this soldier from embracing the concept of grey. In his mind there is no such thing as moral ambiguity and any that think so deserve nothing but to know the fury of a LAER rifle. And those who profit on the suffering of others deserve to be used as live fire targets

In this vein of thought Jensen is a dedicated and duty bound soldier. One who would throw themselves onto a live grenade or charge a thousand men armed with only a knife if need be. He does not understand doing any less for the mission comes first,duty is the sacred torch that his to bear.

History: Jensen was born forty three years ago to parents he'd never meet nor ever know. Samuel Miller died fighting a border skirmish with the Foliar, a race of slavers whom the Terra Republic had been fighting for approximately three years. Samuel was in many ways the man whom Jensen would later become. Natasha Miller fell into a depression upon hearing of Samuel's death. She would never shake off this depression and indeed only held on long enough to give birth to Jensen. Three days after this event the wife and mother would vanish forever. Whispers of suicide seemed the most prevalent though the lack of a body seemed to dispute that point.

Nevertheless Jensen was now a ward of the state for no other living relations existed. The Terra Republic, a multi-system government founded as Terra first took to space travel and faster then light travel. The Terra Republic was in the business of teaching peace to a universe at war for the known species seemed hell bent on conquering or killing each other. Eventually the Republican Fleets and soldiers found themselves fighting on a scale previously thought unfathomable. The blood of millions ran the various colours of the donating species. And so a mission of peace soon became a mission of holding the line. Military service became compulsive with exceptions made only for the aged or sick.

This was the system that raised the future soldier, a government desperate to hold into the very core of existence. Duty,Honor,Courage these words soon came to mean more to the average citizen then any other. Forgotten was anything but the fight and the struggle for survival. Nothing mattered but the mission and anything else was a distraction from the truly important.

For most of his adult life Jensen would embrace these ideals and hold them tightly to his chest. Through rationed food and gaping wounds the concept of duty held him tightly in his grasp. The roar of Electromagnetic Cannons and the last prayers of the dying meant little to him. For Courage was the god he prayed to and Honor it's altar.

The Terra Republic however had succeeded perhaps too well in it's quest to create a military state. It's Citizen Soldiers found strength within themselves and with it conquered the known species of their universe. And a warrior class had to relearn the peace they had set aside for the sword.

It's been three years of the Grand Peace and many veterans are struggling with the ghosts Duty had kept away. Only a handful of troopers would keep the uniform on after the peace. Considered somewhat dangerous by the new generation these soldiers like Jensen seek a meaning beyond simple garrison dury.

Rift Entrance: Jensen was lucky enough to be one of a whole battalion sent to garrison the research planet of Virdia Six. A hell hole of planet whose sole redeeming feature was a breathable atmosphere it was home to a promising form of fungi that had many medical applications. In addition the presence of unidentified alien ruins sent the academic circles spinning.

It was during one of a planned series of excavations that a research team uncovered a circular frame crafted of some incredibly dense material and covered in some sort of runic lettering. Jensen and his unit were assigned as watch and so he met his fate.

After several hours on duty the Sergeant Major decided to examine this discovery a little closer and began studying the runic script engraved upon it. Running his hands over it's cool surface he noticed a tactile difference between two similar looking runes. And so investigating further he touched two of the same looking runes and did indeed find a tactile difference.

About the same time Jensen found himself bathed in a bright white light and a distinct humming noise filled the area. His fellow watchmen began to experience a slight alarm as Jensen slowly dissipated before their very eyes. Jensen for his part found himself experiencing a slightly more elevated level of concern as where he is now becomes ever more clear.

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