Name: James Martian
Service Tag: S72
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Height: 5"11
Armor: Standard UNSC Army Trooper armor, with urban camo
Personality: James perfers to be quiet, and also perfers grassed/sanded areas.
Level/Rank: Private First Class
Background: Born on Revar, he moved to Reach and has lived in New Alexandria for most of his life. At the age of 20, he had gotten an Associates degree and went on to be a technician. He worked for 10 years before joining the army. There, he trained for about a year, and then actually went into service. He is currently working as a platoon in the town of Visegrad.
During training, there was an accident, which resulted in him losing an eye. He doesn't wear a patch, and tends to wander away and go to someplace quiet. Just recently, he was ordered to go as a patrol to the Visegrad Relay. There were reports of Insurrection activity.
Skill Assessment
Sample Post:
James got in his Warthog, driving up towards the relay. Robinson, his CO, sat beside him, and three troopers got in the back. He revved up the engine, and began driving up the bridge.
"So, why would rebels wanna take down this relay, other than to jam our signals?" asks one, named Garris
"Dunno, Garris, but lets go introduce ourselves to whoever did" replies Robinson. James arrived at the outpost, and opened the gate. Eveybody emptied out the truck, and looked around.
"James, Garris, head inside and check for rebels" says Robinson
The two acknowledged, and hurried inside. Garris had his MA37 ready, and opened the door to the inside. The two went in, and looked around. They hurried to the control room and found several families huddled together, guarded by...
"Covenant!" James yelled, and fired a round at a Grunt's head. The other six grunts in the room looked back, and an Elite came charging in.
"Holy shit! He has a fucking energy sword!" Garris yelled, before getting cut in half. James lined up the Elite charging at him, and fired.