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Household Occupant(s) :
Adults : Steelberg, Ryan (36 Y/O) ; Steelberg, Mya (35 Y/O)
Children : Steelberg, Jameson (4 Y/O) ; Steelberg, Selena (8 Y/O)
Occupation(s) :
Steelberg, Ryan : Miner - $75,490/Year
Steelberg, Mya : Housewife - NULL
Dates of Birth :
Steelberg, Ryan : 11/09/xxxx
Steelberg, Mya : 07/23/xxxx
Steelberg, Selena :
Steelberg, Jameson : 05/26/xxxx
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NAME : STEELBERG, RYAN
ALIAS(ES) : FIREBUG
PLACE OF SERVICE : USS ALMAYER, TYCHON’S RIFT SECTOR
POSITION(S) :
PRIVATE FIRST CLASS - STANDARD MARINE - 4 YEARS OF SERVICE
LANCE CORPORAL - SMARTGUNNER - 3 YEARS OF SERVICE
SERGEANT - COMBAT SPECIALIST - INCINERATOR - 2 YEARS OF SERVICE
STAFF SERGEANT - DELTA SQUAD LEADER - 1 YEAR OF SERVICE
STATUS : COMPLETED TOUR OF DUTY
COMBAT MEDALS :
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Forename : Ryan Surname : Steelberg Middle : Shawn
Place of Birth : Earth, United Americas, Texas, San Antonio
Date of Birth : 11/09/xxxx at 18:07
Father : Steelberg, Jackson Mother : Steelberg, Samantha
Race : Caucasian Latino/Hispanic : No
Signature of Paternity : Jackson Steelberg
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Appearance :
A 5’11” man of a fair weight. He is fairly muscled from his work aboard the USS Almayer as a Combat Marine, and from his work as a miner on the backwater colony that him and his family call home. Ryan has bright ginger hair that was cut in a sloppy way that sorta worked for him, sorta, and his beard was fairly short as he would be forced to shave it off and often at that. His nose is crooked and had the appearance that it had been broken a fair few times in his past. If you’d have seen him with his shirt off, then you’d see a fair amount of small scars particularly in his chest region, and a long slash across his chest. His back faired just as poorly, and his arms had a fair number of burns and marks from being slashed by something sharp.
Family :
Steelberg, Jackson - Father - DECEASED
Steelberg, Samantha - Mother - DECEASED
Steelberg, Kirk - Brother
A 5’11” man of a fair weight. He is fairly muscled from his work aboard the USS Almayer as a Combat Marine, and from his work as a miner on the backwater colony that him and his family call home. Ryan has bright ginger hair that was cut in a sloppy way that sorta worked for him, sorta, and his beard was fairly short as he would be forced to shave it off and often at that. His nose is crooked and had the appearance that it had been broken a fair few times in his past. If you’d have seen him with his shirt off, then you’d see a fair amount of small scars particularly in his chest region, and a long slash across his chest. His back faired just as poorly, and his arms had a fair number of burns and marks from being slashed by something sharp.
Family :
Steelberg, Jackson - Father - DECEASED
Steelberg, Samantha - Mother - DECEASED
Steelberg, Kirk - Brother
An Old, Dusty Letter
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A simple letter that simply addresses Selena and Jameson Steelberg, the paper’s clearly old and has changed color slightly from age.
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Mon petit prince et princesse,
If you’re reading this letter, then I am sorry. I have failed in my duty as your father, even though my disappearance is probably for the best, for I was a drunk before your mother disappeared, and thank god that you won’t remember me now. Calling me a mess would be an understatement, and I believe that your Uncle Kirk would’ve done a far better job than I ever could have, and for that I thank him dearly. You two were my world, but your mother is what kept me remotely sane after all these years. There is nothing more than I could’ve wished than for you two to meet your wonderful mother. She was everything I wasn’t, and she truly completed me as cliche as that sounds. I loved her nearly as much as I loved you two, but in my grief of her disappearance, I find myself to be a fool. I love you two, and I am sorry for being absent in your lives. I leave my GI Bill to you two. One of you can have the GI Bill, the other my Hazlewood Act Bill.
I’d hope you’d want to know who I was aside from the stories that your Uncle may’ve told you two, and I hope this helps to fulfill the void in your lives that I left behind. I know that this can never replace what I have left behind, but I can only hope that you two can forgive me for what I’ve done.
I was born on Earth much like you two but in San Antonio, Texas. I was a bit of a hellion and I had caused a fair bit of trouble as a youngster, which I hope you two have avoided such a fate. I’d gotten myself in a fair bit of trouble with the law at a very young age, and I’d never trade it for the world. Without me being a bit of a shit, I never would’ve met your mother, and neither of you two would be here to read my desperate attempt to provide myself with closure. I was an average student, and I wished that I had studied a bit harder, but I received a fair education for how well I payed attention. I was never far from trouble and I stirred up a fair bit of it myself. For my age at the time I was a hoss, and I was strong to boot. After my fair share of fights and roughhousing I ended up bullying some senator’s kid who absolutely hated my fucking guts. I mean like Jesus Christ, I never knew anyone else that got so angry when their kid picked a fight and got their ass kicked. In the end, I was given an ultimatum that I could either join the USCMC and sign on for a fairly long contract, or I could go and serve a large portion of my life in a state penitentiary rotting away in a cell. I fortunately chose right, and it lead to you two.
I signed on with the USCMC shortly after turning 18, and I was deployed shortly after completing boot camp. Unfortunately after I departed from Earth, I received news that my parents had unfortunately met their demise in a motor accident. Luckily they died on impact, so they didn’t suffer at the least. It was a fair hit, and it set me in my ways as an alcoholic as I was afraid of grieving in front of my squadmates. I wish I had handled it in a healthy way, but I guess the past is always 20/20. Regardless, I served for a long time with the USCMC and your Uncle followed suit shortly after me. I served for a decade and worked my way up slowly until I became a Staff Sergeant. That’s when I met your mother, actually. We met in a bar in New York, funnily enough. She actually tried to rob me, but she came around after I bribed her with some chocolate. I won’t get too into what happened on that trip since one of you two may’ve maybe been conceived on accident, but we won’t get into that. It was the best thing that’s happened to us.
Shortly after we returned to the USS Almayer, Mya discovered she was pregnant, which she beat the fuck out of me for when no one was around. That was a tad embarrassing, but that’s besides the point of this whole thing. She was already neck deep in tr0uble whenever we met, and unfortunately I gave her hope which was probably the last thing she honestly needed. She ended up fucking up one last time, and I feel somewhat responsible for it, but at the same time I feel as if she would’ve just ended herself as fast as she possibly could’ve if I hadn’t shown up. Regardless, she fucked up once more and she was court marshalled. During her time in prison, she gave birth to you, Selena, my precious daughter. Mya was liberated from her unjust imprisonment by a raid of means that she never told me of what happened whenever she was freed from her shackles. God, I hope those fuckers never did anything to her on that vessel. I’d probably kill a thousand men if one of them did.
Mya eventually came home to us, and we packed up as fast as we possibly could, but you probably don’t remember any of that. She was still wanted by the USCMC, and I couldn’t bare to see her taken away from arms again. There was something special about that woman, and depending on how you take that, you’d see my second child join us in this cruel universe. After Jameson was delivered, I don’t think I could’ve ever loved that woman more than I already had. She was just so, so special. I never really believed in god, but if there really is one then he had to’ve sent her to me, or me to her. We actually lived together for a little bit after she conceived and birthed Jameson, and it was probably one of the only times that I’ve been so, so, so happy. My life’s been a constant road of fuckups and loss, but she probably kept me from killing myself through my job, or my use of various illegal substances. She was my savior, and I was hers, at least for a little.
Your mother got tied up into some bad juju, and I can’t say that I completely understand why she did what she did, but I forgive her. I know you already know she’s gone missing, and with her, me, but I won’t get into it…. It just… No. I’m sorry, but no. Just… Please forgive me for what I’ve done, and for not coming home to you two. I’m sorry for all the memories we lost, and for any trouble that I’ve caused you. All I can hope for, is that you two find it in your hearts to forgive how selfish I was. I did what I could to help your Uncle care for you two, and I hope he was the father I never could’ve been. I’d write more for you two, but I don’t think you’d want to hear it and I don’t have time for it anymore. I love you two more than you two could imagine. You two are her, and she is you.
Mon petit prince et princesse,
Ryan
P.S. Tell your uncle that I’m sorry for what I’ve thrown on him. I could never thank him enough for picking up my slack when I failed at the one thing I could’ve been decent at.
If you’re reading this letter, then I am sorry. I have failed in my duty as your father, even though my disappearance is probably for the best, for I was a drunk before your mother disappeared, and thank god that you won’t remember me now. Calling me a mess would be an understatement, and I believe that your Uncle Kirk would’ve done a far better job than I ever could have, and for that I thank him dearly. You two were my world, but your mother is what kept me remotely sane after all these years. There is nothing more than I could’ve wished than for you two to meet your wonderful mother. She was everything I wasn’t, and she truly completed me as cliche as that sounds. I loved her nearly as much as I loved you two, but in my grief of her disappearance, I find myself to be a fool. I love you two, and I am sorry for being absent in your lives. I leave my GI Bill to you two. One of you can have the GI Bill, the other my Hazlewood Act Bill.
I’d hope you’d want to know who I was aside from the stories that your Uncle may’ve told you two, and I hope this helps to fulfill the void in your lives that I left behind. I know that this can never replace what I have left behind, but I can only hope that you two can forgive me for what I’ve done.
I was born on Earth much like you two but in San Antonio, Texas. I was a bit of a hellion and I had caused a fair bit of trouble as a youngster, which I hope you two have avoided such a fate. I’d gotten myself in a fair bit of trouble with the law at a very young age, and I’d never trade it for the world. Without me being a bit of a shit, I never would’ve met your mother, and neither of you two would be here to read my desperate attempt to provide myself with closure. I was an average student, and I wished that I had studied a bit harder, but I received a fair education for how well I payed attention. I was never far from trouble and I stirred up a fair bit of it myself. For my age at the time I was a hoss, and I was strong to boot. After my fair share of fights and roughhousing I ended up bullying some senator’s kid who absolutely hated my fucking guts. I mean like Jesus Christ, I never knew anyone else that got so angry when their kid picked a fight and got their ass kicked. In the end, I was given an ultimatum that I could either join the USCMC and sign on for a fairly long contract, or I could go and serve a large portion of my life in a state penitentiary rotting away in a cell. I fortunately chose right, and it lead to you two.
I signed on with the USCMC shortly after turning 18, and I was deployed shortly after completing boot camp. Unfortunately after I departed from Earth, I received news that my parents had unfortunately met their demise in a motor accident. Luckily they died on impact, so they didn’t suffer at the least. It was a fair hit, and it set me in my ways as an alcoholic as I was afraid of grieving in front of my squadmates. I wish I had handled it in a healthy way, but I guess the past is always 20/20. Regardless, I served for a long time with the USCMC and your Uncle followed suit shortly after me. I served for a decade and worked my way up slowly until I became a Staff Sergeant. That’s when I met your mother, actually. We met in a bar in New York, funnily enough. She actually tried to rob me, but she came around after I bribed her with some chocolate. I won’t get too into what happened on that trip since one of you two may’ve maybe been conceived on accident, but we won’t get into that. It was the best thing that’s happened to us.
Shortly after we returned to the USS Almayer, Mya discovered she was pregnant, which she beat the fuck out of me for when no one was around. That was a tad embarrassing, but that’s besides the point of this whole thing. She was already neck deep in tr0uble whenever we met, and unfortunately I gave her hope which was probably the last thing she honestly needed. She ended up fucking up one last time, and I feel somewhat responsible for it, but at the same time I feel as if she would’ve just ended herself as fast as she possibly could’ve if I hadn’t shown up. Regardless, she fucked up once more and she was court marshalled. During her time in prison, she gave birth to you, Selena, my precious daughter. Mya was liberated from her unjust imprisonment by a raid of means that she never told me of what happened whenever she was freed from her shackles. God, I hope those fuckers never did anything to her on that vessel. I’d probably kill a thousand men if one of them did.
Mya eventually came home to us, and we packed up as fast as we possibly could, but you probably don’t remember any of that. She was still wanted by the USCMC, and I couldn’t bare to see her taken away from arms again. There was something special about that woman, and depending on how you take that, you’d see my second child join us in this cruel universe. After Jameson was delivered, I don’t think I could’ve ever loved that woman more than I already had. She was just so, so special. I never really believed in god, but if there really is one then he had to’ve sent her to me, or me to her. We actually lived together for a little bit after she conceived and birthed Jameson, and it was probably one of the only times that I’ve been so, so, so happy. My life’s been a constant road of fuckups and loss, but she probably kept me from killing myself through my job, or my use of various illegal substances. She was my savior, and I was hers, at least for a little.
Your mother got tied up into some bad juju, and I can’t say that I completely understand why she did what she did, but I forgive her. I know you already know she’s gone missing, and with her, me, but I won’t get into it…. It just… No. I’m sorry, but no. Just… Please forgive me for what I’ve done, and for not coming home to you two. I’m sorry for all the memories we lost, and for any trouble that I’ve caused you. All I can hope for, is that you two find it in your hearts to forgive how selfish I was. I did what I could to help your Uncle care for you two, and I hope he was the father I never could’ve been. I’d write more for you two, but I don’t think you’d want to hear it and I don’t have time for it anymore. I love you two more than you two could imagine. You two are her, and she is you.
Mon petit prince et princesse,
Ryan
P.S. Tell your uncle that I’m sorry for what I’ve thrown on him. I could never thank him enough for picking up my slack when I failed at the one thing I could’ve been decent at.
Spouse's Records
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