Birthname: Ronald Capone
Nickname: "Maniac"
Age: 37
Birth date: 12/20/2113
Gender: M
Rank: Private
Notable traits: A distinct birthmark lies on his left leg and a burn scar is marked on Ronald's right arm. There are certificates of his achievements in the Corp plastered in his quarters with his marine uniform.
-Persona-
Ronald carries a deep voice that is often serious but sometimes quiet. His entire facial expression holds a serious nature to it and the man always shows eye contact.
Some people usually say that he's killed a man... And it can easily be felt when one looks right into those eyes of a man showing no fear...
Journal Entry 1/10/2140: I can't fucking believe it... Who would have thought that the USS Sulaco would be able to pull some shit out of Star Wars and fly through hyperspace like that... Might aswell say that I was lucky being able to reach such a day for all of these years, but it's nothing special in my case. I should have died the moment my own mother thought of bringing me into this world I say...
Started when I was a kid. My family and I lived in the slums of Chicago poor as anyone else in that damn city. Father was a bastard who used most of what he could get from his job and spent it on drowning himself. Sometimes he'd start trouble with my mother and slap her around a bit... Other times, he was out and about with the rest of his little pretty ladies... My mother was a beautiful black woman, kindhearted and all. She worked her damned hardest to make sure we had food on our plates and a roof over our heads. She was the greatest woman I've ever known aside from my two younger sisters. Pushing the family matters aside, I was the boy who got into trouble and hung out with the wrong crowd. Neighborhood fights, drugs, women... It was the life and I was the kid who treated it like my very own television show to participate in... It was just the thing to do in the slums...
Journal Entry 5/23/2140: Staff Sergeant's been a hardass lately. Fucker must have been on his period or something the way he was acting during those training drills. It was fun watching the squad specialist whoop his ass in a shooting contest and then the Commander getting on his case over a fight... I should have got in it and knocked his teeth inside out... Hell, reminds me of the time my father decided to get his drunkard ass out of our house to go live with one of his "little ladies". I should have knocked him flat out from the time I stood up to him. I was about thirteen then... Skinny kid that thought he had the "juice" but couldn't dish it out to the big bad wolf right in front of me. I should have done it, I really should have...
Journal Entry 6/1/2140: A new month and more shit to deal with, hallelujah! Finally got some beer and get to watch some television now that we're off service for a while... It sucked such ass to be in the sleeper while traveling through hyperspace... It was like being straight up... Conscious in a coma... Being alive in your own damn dream I'd say... Anyways, with this beer and this television, I'm going to tire myself out and rehash the good old days. I mean, the bad depending on how YOU look at it. Fifteen at the time fighting in underground rings for money so I could support my family after my friend CLASSIFIED introduced me to it. Hell, got me some good lookin' girls from those fights too and won some shrooms and marijuana at the time... The good ol' days.
Journal Entry 12/20/2140: My birthday. Damn, never thought I'd see the age of 37... Well, I never thought I'd get out of it with the Mafia at the time either... I was supposed to lose my fight even after earning the nickname of "Maniac" due to the way that I fought when angry. I could easily kick some ass when it came to boxing and it was hard to down me but things just went they way they were... Got out of it with a horrible burn on my right arm but I gave the guy who did it to me something in return... Let's just say he has one sack left to make some kids. Well, my friend died that day too... It's something that I wish I could have never went through...
Journal Entry 2/12/2150: Another year, another month. My mother's healthy even in her old age and my sisters all have their own families. Apparently, I'm still a damn Private and enlisted in the army... Guess you could never get out like some type of mafia or gang shit... Well, I don't care... I belong in this place until I die for the things that I've done. It's the best way to go out anyways if I want to die as the bad guy turned good... Hopefully once I do die, I pray the Lord my soul to take...
Relations: --CLASSIFIED--
Basic appearance: Dark brown eyes with a clean cut. Ronald Capone keeps all of his attire ironed and even the marine uniform that he wears is neat and ironed to perfection. The medals that he's earned through his servitude are attached onto his uniform.
Likes: Strippers, old jazz songs, mafia movies, boxing, poker, and his favorite song of all.
Dislikes: Abuse of rank, threats, getting shouted at when face to face.
Strengths: Unarmed combat, smoking(marijuana), weightlifting
Weaknesses: Being kind-hearted, being overtly nice, joking, laughing.
Other Info: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rCLBGY0huVE This was the song that played throughout Capone's mind after he first heard it straight after ridding himself of drug abuse. It reminds him daily of the dark, drug-filled man that lives inside waiting to unleash himself and rage out against those that awakened him.
Dossier subject to change.