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Personnel Files
By: Half-Blood Date: January 13, 2013, 12:45 am
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Name: Eric Maters
Date of Birth: 17th November 1975
Age: 42
Height: 5'10 (1.77 meters)
Weight: 220 lbs (99.7 KG)
Blood Type: A+
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Skills: Tactics, Explosives, Marksman, Leadership
History: Eric Maters was Born in Long Beach, Los Angeles to a
privileged family, he went to a private school and got the best
education money could buy, by the time he was 18 Eric was a
straight A student and was accepted into Harvard, but before
going he was approached by an Army recruiter and liked the sound
of the Army better than Harvard.
When he told his family that he was joining the Army his mother
broke down crying asking where she went wrong, his father called
him a fool and walked out of the room.. A month later he left
for training and never heard from his family again.
After training the Army found out about his straight A grades in
school and saw that he was had natural leadership traits so his
Commanding Officer put him in for officer training.
Eric found Officer training boring sitting around with "pompous
upper class assholes" most of them thinking they were superior
to the common Grunt, Eric hated these people and did his best to
distance himself from them.
Upon graduation from the Academy Eric punched Brain Kennerfik
for saying "troop losses do not matter, there's always more
idiots looking to join up to shoot guns, and besides our great
minds will concerned about more important matters than
arithmetic"
Eric had a good career, gaining the respect of his men by
leading from the front instead of barking order from the rear
like most officers.
In 1999 Eric was on a special Op in Costa Rica when his unit was
ambushed by gorilla forces, after the battle, most of Eric's
unit was dead, Eric radios base and requested for an extraction,
The officer on the other end of the radio was a voice he knew
"Request denied" to his horror the voice was that of Brian
Kennerfik.
Down to only 8 men Eric made the hard choice to leave the dead
but take the dog tags so they could inform their next of kin,
Eric knew there was a base about 20 miles away and set off
towards it.
5 miles away from the base they were ambushed again, 3 of his
men were taken out instantly by a claymore mine and the rest
were shredded by AK-47 fire, Eric was hit multiple times and
laid on the floor bleeding and fighting to stay awake.
A Gorilla soldier saw him and walked towards him slowly drawing
his knife and giving him a very sadistic look, Eric didn't even
have the strength to draw his pistol, that's when he saw 5
bullets tear through the soldiers chest, heard automatic fire
all around him but he blacked out.
He awoke some time later in a bed with tubes coming out of him
and a heart monitor beeping next to him, he thought the base had
heard the fire fight and sent help, that's when he noticed the
man sitting in the corner "who are you" Eric asked "Morris Tred"
the man answered standing up and walking towards Eric, Eric
noticed that Morris was a big man and covered in scares from so
many different battles. "It was my team that rescued you and
brought you back here, we sent all the dog tags of your unit on
to the base"
"On to the base??" Eric asked shocked "where the fuck am I
then!?" Eric shouted "you are in an off shore Rig called
Displace International.. You have a choice now soldier, you can
join us, or you can return to the Army that left you there to
die, choose wisely son for this offer is only extended once..."
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Name: Jeffery Walter Marks
Date of Birth: February 4th 1987
Age: 31
Height: 5'4 (1.61 meters)
Weight: 205 lbs (92.9KG)
Blood Type: O-
Ethnicity: Latin/White
Skills: Hand to Hand combat, Gunsmith (Shotguns, Assault Rifles)
History: Jeffery was born a military brat in England, he spent
his childhood moving from base to base and school to school,
when he turned 16 he got himself a job at ASDA (Walmart in
America) where he lasted for a full year before quitting because
"the boss was a gimp"
for the next year he just did odd jobs until his 18th birthday
when he signed up, a few months later the London bombings
happened and when Jeffery had finished his training he was
shipped out to Afghanistan, one day in 2008 they heard that the
enemy terrorists had set up mortar emplacements in a small town
just less than 10 miles away so Jeffery's unit was sent in.
at first all seemed quiet, Hawkins (Jeffery's Commanding
officer) ordered 3 by 3 sweeps, Jeffery's team breached 4 rooms
and found nothing, on the 5th they breached the room but from
the room opposite Jeffery was hit and taken down, the 2 soldiers
that were with him fought back and made it out but left him
there, they told Hawkins and they went to get him but he was
already gone.
Jeffery was taken to a prison camp where he was kept for over a
year with nothing but table scraps to eat.
After a year Jeffery heard an explosion and shouting and
automatic fire. After a 30 minute fire fight everything fell
quiet, Jeffery heard foot steps and his cage being unlocked, he
looked up the daylight burning his eyes and say an outline of
someone that was not Taliban "they've come for me at last" he
said to himself and he finally passed out from malnutrition.
Jeffery woke up in a soft bed in what looked like a very
advanced sick bay, he had a tube down his throat slowly pumping
food into him, a nurse came over and gently pulled the tube out
"Nice to see you back in the land of the living" she said
smiling.
Just then a man walked in dressed in casual clothes but had a
military walk and posture to him "glad to see you're awake" he
said standing over Jeffery "where am I?" Jeffery asked "you're
in the sick bay of an off shore plant called Displace
International" The man said sitting down next to Jeffery's bed
"Who are you? You're not part of my unit" Jeffery said looking
at the mans face and noticing he had a scar from just above his
right eye right down to his chin
"No I'm not, your unit has written you off as dead, I'm sorry
son. Now when you're better I will ask you to make a choice..
You can return to the Royal Infantry, or you can stay here with
us, we never leave a man behind.. Dead or Alive we all come
home... The choice is yours"
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Re: Personnel Files
By: Half-Blood Date: January 17, 2013, 5:59 am
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Name: Philip Heckler
Date of Birth: November 21st 1986
Age: 31
Height: 5'9 (1.74 meters)
Weight: 176 lbs (79.8 KG)
Blood Type: B-
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Skills: Tenacity, Gunsmith Assault Rifles, Handguns
History: Philip is a former child soldier from Africa, he never
talks about it so not a lot is known about it.
In 1996 Savos Lennox was on a mission into Africa to kill a
local Warlord, he completed his mission and on his way out he
was shot at by a 9 year old boy using an AK-47 like an expert.
Savos did not kill the boy, instead throwing a stun grenade at
him making the boy disorientated for long enough to get close to
him and disarm him, Savos then used the strap from the boys AK
to tie his hands so he could talk to him.
That boy was Philip Heckler, he said he got the name Heckler
from his father because his Heckler and Kock MP-5 was a gun he
would go no where without.
As the 2 of them were talking Philip saw his father being
carried away on a stretcher, he was dead with a single gunshot
wound to his head, Philip vowed to avenge his fathers death. At
that his fathers MP-5 fell off his body and Philip picked it up,
one of the thugs walking alongside his body tried to take it
back and Savos broke his wrist and brought his M-4 up to bear
waiting for anyone to make a move.
The other shouted something to the man in his native language
and the man walked away holding his wrist, Savos told Philip
that if he went with him that he would train him and help him to
avenge his father, Philip agreed and went with Savos back to
Displace International.
Savos was never able to tell Philip that it was him who killed
his father...
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Re: Personnel Files
By: Half-Blood Date: January 18, 2013, 3:54 am
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Name: Terry Nicolas Heartman
Date of Birth: 4th March 1965
Age: 53
Height: 6'2 (1.88 meters)
Weight: 245 lbs (111.1 KG)
Blood Type: A-
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Skills: LMGs (Light Machine Guns), GPMGs (General Purpose
Machine Guns), Explosives
History: Terry comes from a small town in West Virginia, he had
an average childhood, at age 18 he joined the Marines and had a
great career and a happy family man.
In 1990 the Gulf War broke out and Terry was one of the first
Marines sent over in December 1990 one of his closest friends
defected and joined the other side killing 3 members of Terry's
unit. Terry killed in hand to hand combat on the battlefield.
From that moment on Terry trusted no one he had not earned it
and suspected everyone.
In 1991 3 weeks before the war ended Terry was diagnosed with
PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder) and was pulled out, but
PTSD was still very much unknown they still didn't know that
every case was different, so they treated his as best they could
and sent him home.
A year later Terry's PTSD was still really bad but news reached
his ears about a group of Mercenaries that had formed together
and called themselves Displace International.
Terry abandoned his family taking out almost all the money he
had earned from his time in the War and leaving it for his wife
and kids. Terry spent weeks looking with no luck, he was
beginning to think it was just a rumor when he saw a man loading
up a boat with supplies in Hawaii, he Boat had D.I on the side.
Terry walked over and asked the man if he was from Displace
International, the man looked at him and drew a 9mm, Terry saw
it, grabbed it and twisted it counter-clockwise and disarmed
him, the man smiled and said "well done, yes I'm from D.I or
Displace International the names Hideo Agouti, hop on and I'll
take you back and see what the boss has to make of you".
Terry jumped on and headed towards an off shore Rig
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Re: Personnel Files
By: Half-Blood Date: January 18, 2013, 11:51 pm
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Name: John Agouti
Date of Birth: 29th March 1988
Age: 30
Height: 5'10 (1.77 Meters)
Weight: 154 lbs (69.8 KG)
Blood Type: AB+
Ethnicity: Asian/Caucasian
Skills: Close Quarters Combat/Defense, Knife Combat, Bushido,
Wushu, Gunsmith Automatic/Revolver
History: John Agouti is the son of Displace International
co-founder Hideo Agouti.
John's Mother was English, she would looked after John while
Hideo was away fighting, sadly she was killed in a car crash in
June 1990, so Hideo took 2 year old John to Displace
International.
Hideo tried his best not to let John follow in his foot steps
but John was a very curious child and used to watch the soldiers
training and would attempt to copy the moves and get his
positioning right.
By the time he was 6 John's form was almost perfect, one day
Savos was passing Hideo's room and he heard sounds of training
but Hideo was out on a mission Savos opened the door slightly
and looked in and saw John preforming the kicks, punches and
movements of Wushu, that's when Savos Lennox took notice and
began to personally train John without his Fathers knowledge.
Over the next few years Savos taught John how to strip, clean,
oil and reassemble a .45, 9mm and .357.
A few days after Savos Lennox's death Hideo walked in and caught
John taking apart a .357 Magnum and cleaning it, Hideo went the
slap John, John blocked and swept Hideo's legs, Hideo was
shocked and realized that no matter what he did the boy was born
to fight.
Over the next 7 years Hideo put John through intense training in
Wushu and Bushido and taught him the code of Samurai, Hideo was
Samurai, as was his father and grand father and so on back
through the Generations.
by the time he was 16 John was able to stand on the mat with
battle hardened Veterans and give them a hell of a fight, John
learned quickly and picked up lots of pieces from different
styles and added them on to his own, When John was 22 Hideo was
killed in a terrorist attack. Morris Tred knew who did it but
would not let John go in case he got hurt.
While Morris' back was turned John grabbed the keys to a Sea
King and left, he jumped in and realized he had no clue how to
fly it, that's when Phil opened the door and jumped in Phil told
John that he understood the need for vengeance and started the
chopper and flew off the Rig and towards the area that the man
responsible for Hideo's death was located.
On the way Phil showed John how to fly a Helicopter John watched
and listened with great enthusiasm and memorized every move Phil
made, once at the house John noticed that this guy was a "rich
bastard and probably 300 lbs over weight" Phil laughed as they
scaled the wall into the mansion.
Once inside they were spotted and Phil was amazed at the speed
at which John took down 4 guards without using a gun "must be
sneaky sneaky silent" John said smiling at Phil, they walked
into the Mansion and headed upstairs, when they reached the top
of the stairs another guard came out of a room and John kicked
his leg up and kicked him right under the chin and knocked him
out cold.
The last room at the end of the hall is where the target was and
what do you know, John was right, the man was about 40 and so
over weight he reminded Phil of Jabba the Hut from that 1970s
movie of which he couldn't remember the name, John walked in
drew Phil's .45 calmly and shot the fat bastard in the head
twice.
Phil looked at him shocked "Y-You came unarmed??" he asked with
a slight stutter of shock "Yep, but you didn't, so thank you"
John said smiling.
They quickly left the compound and this time John flew back to
the Rig, Phil was impressed at the speed John could learn at,
when they got back Morris asked if it was done, "Yes it is" John
replied "Good, even though you disobeyed me it's no less than
your Father would have done" Morris said smiling "Here, this was
your father's he'd want you to have it" Morris said handing John
his Father's sword
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John took the Katana and tied it around his waist, thanked
Morris and Phil and walked back to his room.
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