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Full name:
- Jonathan Scott Sunderland
Nickname(s):
- Johnny
- Sundy
Age:
- 28
Birth date:
- February 8th ███
Gender:
- Male
Position:
- Cpl.
- Stationed at the NMV nicknamed "Sulaco", coordinates: ████████.
Notable traits:
- Individual has shown a remarkable natural instinct for survival and self-preservation on several occasions, namely on the following Operations: "████ ████████", "██████", and "████████", succeeding to evacuate as one of the last surviving soldiers. Drill Instructor ████████ also pointed this out before the individual's graduation.
- Combat capabilities have scored above the average soldier. Positioning, shooting accuracy, and movement stand out.
- While having shown strong traits of leadership, individual has a tendency to deny ranks of such responsibility. Nevertheless, his ability to follow and execute orders is flawless.
Persona:
- Individual displays behavior not unusual to the average marine soldier. He takes duty seriously, although as normal unless the situation becomes dire. He appears to be able to suppress fear to a certain degree, although human emotions are still very much possible to emerge depending on his state.
- Fully integrated with his current ship's crew, therefore it is not unusual for individual to socialize casually with them on the course of his duties.
History:
- Born on █████, Planet Earth.
- Individual's childhood has been stated as problematic, as local authorities have arrested him on several occasions.
- Shortly after his twentieth birthday, individual was approached by Sgt. ███████, who persuaded him to join the military forces. After his inscription, he was assigned and transported to ██████████, where his recruit training took place.
- Individual has since then proven to be a capable soldier, where most operations where he was directly involved having been successful.
- Recently transferred to the "Sulaco" NMV, after his graduation to Cpl.
Relations:
- █████ Sunderland; mother
- ███ Sunderland; brother
- ████ █████; ex-wife
Basic appearance:
- Photo recovered from training mission "████████": http://orig02.deviantart.net/6cf7/f/201 ... 6tv6fc.jpg
Likes:
- Nicotine smoking
- Alcohol consumption (off duty)
- Combat sports, specifically MMA and Boxing.
- Given the occasion, female companions.
Dislikes:
- Snakes and other similar animals.
- Disorganization.
- Behavior deemed unnecessary for the situation.
- Jonathan Scott Sunderland
Nickname(s):
- Johnny
- Sundy
Age:
- 28
Birth date:
- February 8th ███
Gender:
- Male
Position:
- Cpl.
- Stationed at the NMV nicknamed "Sulaco", coordinates: ████████.
Notable traits:
- Individual has shown a remarkable natural instinct for survival and self-preservation on several occasions, namely on the following Operations: "████ ████████", "██████", and "████████", succeeding to evacuate as one of the last surviving soldiers. Drill Instructor ████████ also pointed this out before the individual's graduation.
- Combat capabilities have scored above the average soldier. Positioning, shooting accuracy, and movement stand out.
- While having shown strong traits of leadership, individual has a tendency to deny ranks of such responsibility. Nevertheless, his ability to follow and execute orders is flawless.
Persona:
- Individual displays behavior not unusual to the average marine soldier. He takes duty seriously, although as normal unless the situation becomes dire. He appears to be able to suppress fear to a certain degree, although human emotions are still very much possible to emerge depending on his state.
- Fully integrated with his current ship's crew, therefore it is not unusual for individual to socialize casually with them on the course of his duties.
History:
- Born on █████, Planet Earth.
- Individual's childhood has been stated as problematic, as local authorities have arrested him on several occasions.
- Shortly after his twentieth birthday, individual was approached by Sgt. ███████, who persuaded him to join the military forces. After his inscription, he was assigned and transported to ██████████, where his recruit training took place.
- Individual has since then proven to be a capable soldier, where most operations where he was directly involved having been successful.
- Recently transferred to the "Sulaco" NMV, after his graduation to Cpl.
Relations:
- █████ Sunderland; mother
- ███ Sunderland; brother
- ████ █████; ex-wife
Basic appearance:
- Photo recovered from training mission "████████": http://orig02.deviantart.net/6cf7/f/201 ... 6tv6fc.jpg
Likes:
- Nicotine smoking
- Alcohol consumption (off duty)
- Combat sports, specifically MMA and Boxing.
- Given the occasion, female companions.
Dislikes:
- Snakes and other similar animals.
- Disorganization.
- Behavior deemed unnecessary for the situation.
- On █████ █ ███, employees of the Weyland Yutani corporation were able to hack the individual's personal computer and access brief and very separated segments of his diary. Retrieved information follows:
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█████ █ ███ - My first day of boot camp, and I already hate this. I know marines are the toughest of the tough, so I guess this Hell we're enduring is supposed to make us just that, but still, there's too much shit to take in. The train lasts all day, we get little to no sleep, the food they feed us is not enough, and when it is, it tastes like shit, and the Drill Instructor... God, don't even get me started. I wish I could just beat the living shit out of this motherfucker.
█████ █ ███ - Shephard gave up today. He just packed his shit and got the fuck out of here. A bunch of others did the same, but I didn't even know who they were. Jackson and Tower are thinking of doing the same, apparently. I sure as hell ain't. I'm gonna show that piece of shit that I ain't so easy to chew.
█████ ██ ███ - Someone actually died in training today. Yup, an actual recruit's death. We were supposed to move under some barbed wire, in the mud, while gunfire was shot right above us. Some kind of war simulation or something. Either way, I guess this poor guy's panicked, he moved his head up for a moment. And all of a sudden, whistles were being blown, and all we could see was him just lying there, motionless, with half his head blown off. I bet a lot more people are giving up now, for sure.
CONTENT MISSING
█████ █ ███ - Phew. I'm just about to graduate. Can't wait to become an actual soldier and do some actual work. I'm gonna miss this though. Even that asshole DI.
█████ ██ ███ - My first official mission as a private was a success! No casualties, no incidents, just went as smooth as possible! I've got to admit, this is easier than they made it out to be, but I guess that's what that hellish recruit training did, it made us more than ready for what the world may throw at us. Now everything's gonna be better from here on out, or so I hope.
CONTENT MISSING
█████ ██ ███ - I heard the higher ups can't stop talking about me, ever since I showed up alive after ███████. I've already been graduated to Corporal, what else do they want to do with me? I sure hope they don't put me in charge of some squad or something... I joined the marines to fight, not to lead. I did hear some rumors about them wanting to transfer me. I wouldn't mind, to be honest. People here keep looking at me funny, like I gotta be crazy after I survived that. Others look at me like I'm some kind of war hero. While others, on the contrary, just simply don't like me, like they want to blame me for my squad mates not having been able to get out alive as well. They actually believe I had something to do with it. The God damn nerve.
█████ ██ ███ - It's official. I'm to be transferred tomorrow, some far away ship named Sukako or something. Not a moment too soon, if I stay here any longer, I'll probably end up getting in more trouble than I can get myself out of. I got into a fight with Peterson today. Asshole just started accusing me of nonsense, of being a coward, running away from my squad. I hit him square in the jaw, put him out almost instantly. Thank God the sergeant showed up when he did or else I would've kept beating that moron to shits.
█████ ██ ███ - First day here on my new ship. Got to know my fellow marines, all pretty decent people if you ask me. There's this Russian guy on my squad, Yuri, guy's crazy, but crazy fun if you ask me. Then there's Wooki, a veteran who looks like he's way too old for this shit, but can kick ass as much or more than any of us. Then there's a bunch of others, Hanford, Decker, Calhoun, Khan... too many names. Either way, these are real marines, much tougher than those chickenshits I had on the old ship. Looks like we'll get along just fine.
CONTENT MISSING
█████ █ ███ - Shephard gave up today. He just packed his shit and got the fuck out of here. A bunch of others did the same, but I didn't even know who they were. Jackson and Tower are thinking of doing the same, apparently. I sure as hell ain't. I'm gonna show that piece of shit that I ain't so easy to chew.
█████ ██ ███ - Someone actually died in training today. Yup, an actual recruit's death. We were supposed to move under some barbed wire, in the mud, while gunfire was shot right above us. Some kind of war simulation or something. Either way, I guess this poor guy's panicked, he moved his head up for a moment. And all of a sudden, whistles were being blown, and all we could see was him just lying there, motionless, with half his head blown off. I bet a lot more people are giving up now, for sure.
CONTENT MISSING
█████ █ ███ - Phew. I'm just about to graduate. Can't wait to become an actual soldier and do some actual work. I'm gonna miss this though. Even that asshole DI.
█████ ██ ███ - My first official mission as a private was a success! No casualties, no incidents, just went as smooth as possible! I've got to admit, this is easier than they made it out to be, but I guess that's what that hellish recruit training did, it made us more than ready for what the world may throw at us. Now everything's gonna be better from here on out, or so I hope.
CONTENT MISSING
█████ ██ ███ - I heard the higher ups can't stop talking about me, ever since I showed up alive after ███████. I've already been graduated to Corporal, what else do they want to do with me? I sure hope they don't put me in charge of some squad or something... I joined the marines to fight, not to lead. I did hear some rumors about them wanting to transfer me. I wouldn't mind, to be honest. People here keep looking at me funny, like I gotta be crazy after I survived that. Others look at me like I'm some kind of war hero. While others, on the contrary, just simply don't like me, like they want to blame me for my squad mates not having been able to get out alive as well. They actually believe I had something to do with it. The God damn nerve.
█████ ██ ███ - It's official. I'm to be transferred tomorrow, some far away ship named Sukako or something. Not a moment too soon, if I stay here any longer, I'll probably end up getting in more trouble than I can get myself out of. I got into a fight with Peterson today. Asshole just started accusing me of nonsense, of being a coward, running away from my squad. I hit him square in the jaw, put him out almost instantly. Thank God the sergeant showed up when he did or else I would've kept beating that moron to shits.
█████ ██ ███ - First day here on my new ship. Got to know my fellow marines, all pretty decent people if you ask me. There's this Russian guy on my squad, Yuri, guy's crazy, but crazy fun if you ask me. Then there's Wooki, a veteran who looks like he's way too old for this shit, but can kick ass as much or more than any of us. Then there's a bunch of others, Hanford, Decker, Calhoun, Khan... too many names. Either way, these are real marines, much tougher than those chickenshits I had on the old ship. Looks like we'll get along just fine.
CONTENT MISSING
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The camera feed starts, showing that the individual is seated inside the drop shuttle, apparently smoking. "These Boots Are Made For Walkin'", from late artist Nancy Sinatra is playing, and as the camera moves around several other soldiers are seen. The first in command, identified as "Yuri Záitsev", Staff Sergeant at the time, is seated next to a considerably older man with white hair and a long beard is also seen, identified as Corporal "Osalaa Wooki", engaged in a playful conversation with two other soldiers, identified respectively as Corporal "Mark Hanford" and Lance Corporal "Genghis Khan". Finally there seems to be a lone rookie, on his first mission as a member of the Delta Team, identified as Private "████ ███", apparently isolated from the rest of the team and showing signs of nervousness. After a few minutes, the Private attempts conversation with the individual.
"He-... hey. You're Sunderland, Jonathan Sunderland, aren't you? I've heard about you. You were in..." "Kid?" The individual seems to speak to the lower ranked soldier. "What's your name?" "You... you don't know my name?" "No, I don't." "But... I'm in your squad. Why?" An audible sigh is heard from the individual, as the camera now faces the rookie directly. "Because I don't know if you'll even survive this first mission. The camera then faces elsewhere, and the PFC goes silent.
After a few more minutes of banter, with all the regular members of the squad being relatively at ease, the shuttle lands on its destination. Záitsev then gives a very loud order. "Záitsev: People, on me!" he shouts, before the rest of the squad, including the individual, follow and obey. Once outside, the individual places himself in a crouching position at the rear of the group, aiming his rifle firmly in his hands as he watches the back. A few minutes pass, and the individual stands up as he follows the group into a jungle of sorts. There they find the other half of their team, led by a red haired woman identified as "Selena Lutz", nicknamed "Decker" by her peers. As this happens, the camera begins to move from side to side, as if the individual has heard or noticed something abnormal and is trying to find the source. Upon closer examination it is revealed that the individual locks gaze with an enemy that seemingly overextended and left himself visible. Said enemy is aiming his weapon at him, at which the camera jumps to the immediate ground on the right, revealing that the individual reacted just in time. As the camera switches its direction to the back, however, it is noticed that the recent Private ████ ███ has taken the shot instead, as he was standing out of position, just behind the individual. "God damn it, Rookie..."
A barrage of bullets then ensue, at which the individual remains on the ground, and the rest of the squad quickly gets into prone positions in order to avoid the gunfire. As this happens, Záitsev can be heard shouting orders. Záitsev: KHAN! GET ON YOUR FUCKING FEET AND SHOW 'EM HELL WITH THE SMARTGUN! BARCIA! COME OVER HERE, I NEED YOUR RADIO! EVERYONE ELSE, TAKE COVER AND PROTECT KHAN, OPEN COVERING FIRE FOR DECKER ON THAT HILL! At this, the individual quickly gets up and jumps towards a nearby rock as to take cover, and provide so for the lateral side of Khan. A moment later the camera moves just slightly above the rock, and he begins firing his rifle at rushing hostile forces, managing to shoot three in under ten seconds before reloading. "I hope you're giving them Hell with that thing, Khan! 'Cause I'm beginning to feel like I could use one of those myself! It's like they armed the whole planet and brought them to this side! At this point in time, heavy artillery fire could be heard in the distance.
After the individual reloads again and brings himself up, a bullet hits the rock just in front of him, very close to him, causing him to instantly duck in reaction. "Fuck! Hey Wooki! Wooki! Toss me a frag man!" The veteran, also taking cover, does not even nod or react, and just removes a frag grenade from his vest and tosses it at the individual, continuing to shoot the hostiles on his side of the perimeter, hinting at their strong and firm teamwork even in desperate cases like this. The individual then removes the pin and tosses the grenade right into the middle of a group rushing into the perimeter, causing it to explode and send pieces of the hostiles flying everywhere.
Soon afterwards, Záitsev can be heard shouting again, this time causing the individual to slowly look back at him, indicating surprise. Záitsev: Big papa 2! This is Blue bear 4! BROKEN ARROW! BROKEN ARROW! BROKEN ARROW! OVER! AND I'LL SAY IT AGAIN, BROKEN ARROW! OVER! "Oh... shit." At this moment of distraction, however, the helmet falls down to the ground, revealing that an hostile has managed to survive the grenade explosion and breach the perimeter, pinning the individual down on the floor. With the other squad members apparently too busy and distracted to help, the camera shows the hostile producing a knife and bringing it down at Sunderland's throat, at which he narrowly dodges and grabs it. He then proceeds to twist the hand of the enemy and toss the blade away, yet the attacker, still pinning the Corporal down, now attempts to punch him heavily and constantly in his face, at which the individual raises his arms up as a defense. Suddenly, he pulls the hostile's head closer and proceeds to bite his ear with great force. Screaming, the enemy allows Sunderland to remove himself from under him, spitting the piece of ear meat away before grabbing the helmet and smashing the opponent's head with great force. After putting the helmet back on, the camera shows the enemy's head split up.
The individual then stands up, looking at Záitsev, apparently recently free as well, who points at the radio. Záitsev: People, set the fucking radio! He speaks to the squad. Sunderland: Sick bastard... They'll know our position. the individual replies. Záitsev: Well, they are already on us! What's wrong with raising the morale? With no time to talk further, Záitsev's helmet suddenly catches a bullet, at which the enemy barrage of bullets begin again and the individual's very own helmet falls again, its camera now focused on the incoming, massive waves of enemies attempting to overpower the squad, all while the radio is playing "The Baron" by artists "The Volcanics". After several minutes of audible screams, with the approaching enemies being shot but still slowly and surely beginning to overpower the perimeter, heavy artillery begins falling on top of them, turning the tides. Cheers of victory are then heard.
Post-battle notes:
Individual's squad held the night. The next day, aided by reinforcements, they managed to help out Decker's group. With the heavy casualties sustained during the night, only Decker, the radioman and the smartgunner made it, heavily dehydrated.
"He-... hey. You're Sunderland, Jonathan Sunderland, aren't you? I've heard about you. You were in..." "Kid?" The individual seems to speak to the lower ranked soldier. "What's your name?" "You... you don't know my name?" "No, I don't." "But... I'm in your squad. Why?" An audible sigh is heard from the individual, as the camera now faces the rookie directly. "Because I don't know if you'll even survive this first mission. The camera then faces elsewhere, and the PFC goes silent.
After a few more minutes of banter, with all the regular members of the squad being relatively at ease, the shuttle lands on its destination. Záitsev then gives a very loud order. "Záitsev: People, on me!" he shouts, before the rest of the squad, including the individual, follow and obey. Once outside, the individual places himself in a crouching position at the rear of the group, aiming his rifle firmly in his hands as he watches the back. A few minutes pass, and the individual stands up as he follows the group into a jungle of sorts. There they find the other half of their team, led by a red haired woman identified as "Selena Lutz", nicknamed "Decker" by her peers. As this happens, the camera begins to move from side to side, as if the individual has heard or noticed something abnormal and is trying to find the source. Upon closer examination it is revealed that the individual locks gaze with an enemy that seemingly overextended and left himself visible. Said enemy is aiming his weapon at him, at which the camera jumps to the immediate ground on the right, revealing that the individual reacted just in time. As the camera switches its direction to the back, however, it is noticed that the recent Private ████ ███ has taken the shot instead, as he was standing out of position, just behind the individual. "God damn it, Rookie..."
A barrage of bullets then ensue, at which the individual remains on the ground, and the rest of the squad quickly gets into prone positions in order to avoid the gunfire. As this happens, Záitsev can be heard shouting orders. Záitsev: KHAN! GET ON YOUR FUCKING FEET AND SHOW 'EM HELL WITH THE SMARTGUN! BARCIA! COME OVER HERE, I NEED YOUR RADIO! EVERYONE ELSE, TAKE COVER AND PROTECT KHAN, OPEN COVERING FIRE FOR DECKER ON THAT HILL! At this, the individual quickly gets up and jumps towards a nearby rock as to take cover, and provide so for the lateral side of Khan. A moment later the camera moves just slightly above the rock, and he begins firing his rifle at rushing hostile forces, managing to shoot three in under ten seconds before reloading. "I hope you're giving them Hell with that thing, Khan! 'Cause I'm beginning to feel like I could use one of those myself! It's like they armed the whole planet and brought them to this side! At this point in time, heavy artillery fire could be heard in the distance.
After the individual reloads again and brings himself up, a bullet hits the rock just in front of him, very close to him, causing him to instantly duck in reaction. "Fuck! Hey Wooki! Wooki! Toss me a frag man!" The veteran, also taking cover, does not even nod or react, and just removes a frag grenade from his vest and tosses it at the individual, continuing to shoot the hostiles on his side of the perimeter, hinting at their strong and firm teamwork even in desperate cases like this. The individual then removes the pin and tosses the grenade right into the middle of a group rushing into the perimeter, causing it to explode and send pieces of the hostiles flying everywhere.
Soon afterwards, Záitsev can be heard shouting again, this time causing the individual to slowly look back at him, indicating surprise. Záitsev: Big papa 2! This is Blue bear 4! BROKEN ARROW! BROKEN ARROW! BROKEN ARROW! OVER! AND I'LL SAY IT AGAIN, BROKEN ARROW! OVER! "Oh... shit." At this moment of distraction, however, the helmet falls down to the ground, revealing that an hostile has managed to survive the grenade explosion and breach the perimeter, pinning the individual down on the floor. With the other squad members apparently too busy and distracted to help, the camera shows the hostile producing a knife and bringing it down at Sunderland's throat, at which he narrowly dodges and grabs it. He then proceeds to twist the hand of the enemy and toss the blade away, yet the attacker, still pinning the Corporal down, now attempts to punch him heavily and constantly in his face, at which the individual raises his arms up as a defense. Suddenly, he pulls the hostile's head closer and proceeds to bite his ear with great force. Screaming, the enemy allows Sunderland to remove himself from under him, spitting the piece of ear meat away before grabbing the helmet and smashing the opponent's head with great force. After putting the helmet back on, the camera shows the enemy's head split up.
The individual then stands up, looking at Záitsev, apparently recently free as well, who points at the radio. Záitsev: People, set the fucking radio! He speaks to the squad. Sunderland: Sick bastard... They'll know our position. the individual replies. Záitsev: Well, they are already on us! What's wrong with raising the morale? With no time to talk further, Záitsev's helmet suddenly catches a bullet, at which the enemy barrage of bullets begin again and the individual's very own helmet falls again, its camera now focused on the incoming, massive waves of enemies attempting to overpower the squad, all while the radio is playing "The Baron" by artists "The Volcanics". After several minutes of audible screams, with the approaching enemies being shot but still slowly and surely beginning to overpower the perimeter, heavy artillery begins falling on top of them, turning the tides. Cheers of victory are then heard.
Post-battle notes:
Individual's squad held the night. The next day, aided by reinforcements, they managed to help out Decker's group. With the heavy casualties sustained during the night, only Decker, the radioman and the smartgunner made it, heavily dehydrated.
