Post by michael martin on May 27, 2012 9:37:16 GMT -5
[atrb=valign, top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][classy=idphoto] [/classy] | [atrb=valign, top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][classy=idtop]sol identification[/classy][classy=idinfo] [/classy][classy=idinfo]Name: Martin, Michael Eugene[/style][classy=idinfo]Alias: Redfoot[/style][classy=idinfo]Gender: Male[/classy][classy=idinfo]Orientation: Heterosexual[/style][classy=idinfo]Age: 28 | DOB: 06/13 | HP: Earth[/classy][classy=idinfo]Occupation: Bounty Hunter/Smuggler[/classy][classy=idinfo] [/classy][classy=idbottom]VERIFIED BY: Redfoot Army of Two, Salem [/classy] |
[classy=apptitle]Personality[/classy][classy=appinfo] Michael is a surprisingly low key and understanding individual. He doesn’t mind waiting, though he has a tendency to get “antsy”, switching his posture and checking the time every fifteen seconds. He doesn’t get mad at his friends and tries to separate himself from his emotions as much as possible. Unfortunately, just because he doesn’t recognize an emotion, doesn’t mean they don’t affect his actions. Whenever things get too hard for him, he erects his emotional walls, often time sitting alone staring into space, looking despondent and worn out. He doesn’t cry, hasn’t since he was twelve and received the family, “it's time to be a man” speech from his grandfather. He was taught to maintain his resolve and stiff upper lip, let bygones be bygones and forgive even when you really, really rather tear someone’s lungs out.
While he was sure to always appear to be in control of any situation he was in, it wasn’t until recently that he began paying attention to the rest of the speech. The part of the speech about not holding grudges was much harder in practice then in theory. If anything, the Michael that exists today focus’s too much on what he could have done and not enough on the good that he has done already. In fact, being a strong role model is one of the driving forces in how he conducts himself, both on a battlefield and in social life. He wants the world as well as the people that count on him, to think that he is indestructible, that he is too tough to die the way a military man should be. That being said he is getting older, and injuries happen in a field like bounty hunting. When something is hurting him he tends to overcompensate, this doesn’t just mean refusing to take care of himself or admitting he is in pain, whenever he feels vulnerable he takes his actions to the extreme, something that more often than not just puts him in more danger.
His views of the world are apathetic at best. While not intentionally hawkish, Michael has become so accustom to the constant threat of conflict that he can do little more then adopt a cheerful cynicism towards the hazards of his existence. If there is one thing he has learned it is that even when things seems bad, they can always get worse, and as such he rarely goes out of his way to pick fights. Despite being able to wreak havoc on most people, he will often try to avoid conflict, even at the expense of his reputation. Unfortunately this more often then not simply makes him more of a target than before.
As far as romance is concerned Michael has stepped away from his once rampant skirt chasing. Sure, he still looks at pretty girls, but his confidence has been so damaged that even if they flirt with him he often won’t recognize it as flirting, and remain completely oblivious until they actually make a move. Even if he did get a girlfriend, he wouldn’t be able to keep them for long as his endeavor to perfect himself leaves little room for things like love and the other fuzzy feelings women would normally elicit from a young man. He has a habit of falling into old memories, most of them related to his time in the military, though he refuses to see a psychologist. While many parts of his personality are in question, one thing that is certain is that he is a man of his word. He has never broken a promise, which is why he is bounty hunting in the first place. One of his comrades, a man by the name of Ben Willis, a man who had looked out for Michael since his first deployment, retired on Mars and started a family. Then pissed off the wrong group of punks and ended up with a knife in his chest. Six years prior to this event Michael had promised to look after his then girlfriend and son, and that’s exactly what he has done since arriving here.
[/classy][classy=apptitle]Skills/Weapons[/classy][classy=appinfo]
Veteran - Michael was a soldier for almost all his life, and served in conflicts on half a dozen worlds. He has seen carnage, he has felt fear, he has tasted victory, and he has done it all enough times to no longer get swept up in the excitement of it all. As such, he has no difficulty maintaining his cool under fire or in dangerous situations. More importantly however is the fact that his countless ordeals while in the military has toughened his resolve, allowing him to push past pain and injury that might otherwise have put him out of the fight.
First Aid - Every soldier is a combat life saver, though not all remember their training like they should. Michael has treated so many wounds throughout his career he could probably do it in his sleep. He is by no means a surgeon, but he is capable of treating most wounds found on a battlefield, from lacerations to chemical burns and the ever popular sucking chest wound. He can typically by an injured comrade several hours, if not days to find a certified doctor.
Demolitions -His bread and butter. He may have been trained to use assault rifles and combat knives, but his real claim to fame is his knowledge of explosives. From frag grenades to satchel charges Michael is well acquainted with demolition, whether that be breaking into a vault, or leveling a building.
CQC– You don’t get to live as long as Michael has in the military without learning a few things, namely how to use the weapons at your disposal. Michael is trained to use most conventional weapons systems adequately, but he was also trained in hand to hand combat and that is really where he shows his merit. He was given advanced training on CQC, a combat tactic that is based in juijitsu and is highly effective at disarming opponent, sabotaging firearms, and creating human shields, not to mention simply incapacitating opponents. His unarmed combat is more than just serviceable it is devastating. He has no truly set fighting style, just several tricks he has picked up over the years that when combined with his combat training, add up to be a highly effective system.
FN Tactical Shotgun – A basic 12 gauge shotgun system that is compact and easy to use. It has a collapsible stock as well as a side saddle shell carrier to hold extra rounds. Unfortunately it only holds eight shells in the tube so reloading happens rather frequently, but at least the 12 gauge is versatile enough to utilize different types of ammunition. Assuming Michael can afford it. The shotgun is effective at up to forty yards.
.45 Long Slide – This .45 caliber pistol has a five inch barrel and a ten round magazine. It isn’t fancy, but it was issued to him at his last duty station, and he has held onto it ever since. It has an effective range of nearly eighty meters, but Michael has never tried to shoot anything beyond sixty meters.
[/classy][classy=apptitle]History[/classy][classy=appinfo] Michael Martin was born in the far northern reaches of North America on Earth. Surrounded by the wonders of nature, massive waterfalls, dense forests, seemingly endless amounts of mosquitoes, young Martin spent most of his childhood outside. By the time he was twelve he had learned a number of old tricks used for wilderness survival, and even the basics of how to handle and shoot a rifle. His family was far from wealthy. His father being a minister in a time of science, as well as isolated in the small town of Fon Du Lac had few members for his congregation, and consequently his family lived in what most people would have considered poverty. The truth however was that they had a strong familial bond and enough money to survive on, which was all that the small town boy could have asked for. At least until he first realized how expansive the world outside his home town was. Up until that point he had never been very successful at school, namely because he rarely went. As his mother would later state, Michael was the best C student in the region. This was mostly due to the fact that as far as Michael was concerned a C was passing, and would only work hard enough to maintain the less than impressive average.
Despite his underwhelming early life Michael was determined to see the galaxy, and while he didn’t exactly have a plan, he did have the overwhelming initiative that fueled adolescents who, while never having been given a thing in their life, had been blessed with the upbringing that made them believe anything was possible. By the time he was fifteen he had convinced his father to let him to stay with his extended family on Mars, and begin attending school in what the Martin family had long considered a superior educational setting. After all, beyond the red sand of that nearby planet rested the pinnacle oof human achievement, and from its space ports all things great and terrible were likely to arrive. Mars however was not nearly as inspirational as Michael had hoped. He had come from a town where everyone knew everyone else, there were few secrets and little reason to be wary of your neighbors. In the massive Martian cities he found himself in now however , he could walk down the same street each week, and never see the same person twice. The people were louder, more aggressive, and while not necessarily rude or cruel, lacked the a small town charm that had, until now, defined Michael Martin’s life. It shattered what little confidence the boy had. At this point he was sixteen years old, and surviving by now means other than keeping his head down, and his foreign mannerisms as hidden as possible. His uncle recognized the change in his normally bright eyed nephew and brought him to place that would determine the course for the rest of his life. in order to make friends and acquaintances his Uncle Art enrolled him in self-defense classes at a little boxing gym several blocks away. While Michael was hesitant at first, he quickly became addicted to the adrenaline rush he received while sparring. A rush he was missing without access to the massive rock faces he had gotten used to climbing in his youth. Of course, he didn't start off winning every bout, in fact, he was pretty terrible, but he was having fun, and it was there, amongst the sweat stained gyms mats and smell of old leather that Michael Martin met Sergeant 1st class Joseph Ortega.
It was then at the young, tender age of sixteen that Michael Martin first became enamored by the prospect of self-less service in the Military. He wasn't the first young man to fall for the opportunity for glory inherent in a battlefield, nor the first to ignore the thought of death or severe injury for a chance to prove to himself, and to the rest of the world, that his life, his existence, was a worthy one.
Hoping to pursue an education in medicine he began volunteering at the nearby hospital, which while informative led to the insight that he very much, did not want to be a doctor. The idea of saving someone's life was appealing, but the thought that he could be responsible for a critically injured persons death made him more than a little nervous. In fact, it was incapacitating. When he was eighteen years old he finally gave up on appeasing his parents and joined the the Army.
He enlisted as a Combat Engineer, whose primary goal was the identifying and disposing of mines, enemy obstructions and pretty much any explosive device that was being used. The training itself took nearly a year, but when it was over, he didn't have time to rest. He was stationed on Venus briefly before being deployed to the latest hotbed of aggression on Titan. The fighting there was brutal, and a such the men exposed to it became brutal as well. Michael was no different. Only a handful of friends made life bearable in those times, namely a sergeant named McKraken. The man served as his closest friend and mentor, teaching him not only new means to work with explosives or maintain his weaponry but how to think through a situation from a tactical perspective. Michael served for four years, before reenlisting as a Special Forces member. The training was intense, and while he didn't excel, he did better than most and emerged as a soldier of one of the most highly trained fighting forces in the world. He served for another three years before being allowed to leave the military early. Sgt. McKraken had died when his transport shuttle had been shot down in yet another run away warzone. In his will he left the care of his family to Michael, and despite still having a year left on his contract he was allowed to leave military service early in order to travel back to Earth and pay his respects to the widow of one of his closest friends and mentors. This early departure wasn’t exactly legal of course, but his chain of command had realized that he would leave regardless, and in an act of uncharacteristic compassion gave him an honorable discharge.
He has been living on Earth for three months now trying to support the widow McKraken and her two children as well as make some cash for himself in the process. He has tried welding, he has tried construction, he has tried used Mono salesman and prize fighter, but he couldn’t keep a job to save his life. The only thing he had ever been good at was waging war, and the only way he could put those talents to use were to become a security guard, which made virtually no money, or a bounty hunter, where he would likely get killed. He chose the later, and has been chasing low level bounties ever since, trying desperately to land the big target that lets him pay off McKrakens debt, and put him in the clear for his obligations. [/classy]
