USCM Dossier - Dan'Rotten'Williams

[danmax67]

Name: Dan'Rotten'Williams


Nickname: Rotten
Sex: Male
Date of Birth: December 11th, 2145

Occupation: Engineer/Corporal

Appearance: Almost always seen wearing his green cap, he is a good balance between a fat monster, and a skinny string bean.

Backround: He was born in a happy, loving family. Until, absolutely nothing happened. So much of that nothing happened, that it drove him and his families' lives. That nothing became a torment to Williams, every second being based on nothing. School, nothing. Home, nothing. No matter where he went, who he spoke to, nothing. He would often be found yelling horrible stuff at family and friends, just to fill the nothing in his life. But it had no effect, because they knew it was based on the nothingness that consumed that colony. He started taking classes on building stuff, just to fill the nothing. But no matter what he built, it was all just a monument to nothing. After years of nothingness, he was absolutely filled with joy when school had ended, to join the military, to get as far away as possible from that nothing filled planet.

His first operation was the infamous, LV-521, or the Supermodel planet. This planet was considered the graveyard of marines, as the cannibal supermodels would often kidnap, torture, and eat the marines. After Charlie, Alpha, and Delta were wiped out, they nuked the planet from space. His brother was taken, killed by supermodels. The operation was considered a horrible failure, especially since the CO was seen walking towards a secluded shed with two supermodels, and was never seen again.

The ship he was stationed on, from then on, was nicknamed the "USS Trashboat", simply for it's awful history. It was widely considered the unluckiest ship around. However, it's last voyage was the horrible LV-499 slaughter. "A few Insurgents", they said, "It'll be easy", they said. As they flew downward, one of the dropships exploded. The streaks of fire flew out, chunks of the dropship hitting the second one. The second dropship was sent slamming into the ground. Their APC had been roasted, and they had to exit the rubble on foot. The single sentry turret that survived barely worked, firing one shot, and then reloading for a while. They camped there, seventeen days was their goal. In the night men started to disappear, though. Soon enough, Delta squad, Williams' squad, was sent out to find what was going on. They marched through the darkened woods, as one marine mumbled, "They're everywhere." The Squad Leader barked out, "What?" He screamed, "THEY'RE EVERYWHERE!" gunfire erupted, bodies dropping to the ground left and right. "THEY'RE IN THE TREES!" Gunfire raged on, people falling to the ground. Williams jumped into a cave, the squad leader following him. A rocket, however, hit him, ripping all of his limbs off. Williams turned, "Johnson-oh my god!" Johnson's limbless body laid on the cold floor, blood everywhere. "Johnson, you can make it, it's just a flesh wound!" Johnson looked towards him, "Son, I need you.." He gasped, coughing out some blood. "I need you to shoot me-oh god it hurts." Williams stared at the blood covered man whom he knew to be his leader. "Sir, that's against the law, I have to get you to a medic." Johnson looked at Williams, "You have to, you have to do it." "No, command'll get you outta here!" He let out a small laugh, before coughing more blood out. "They blew command outta the sky, last transmissions were them pickin' up some kinda unknown ship. Killed 'em all." He stared at the squad leader, defeated. He slowly pulled out his M4A3 pistol, flicking the safety off. He fired into the squad leader's head. He took the cap off the squad leader's head, putting it on his own. "God speed, sir." After that, seventeen days went by. With the Trashboat gone, Williams was moved to the Almayer, where he ascended to the rank of Corporal.

Personality: He gets a good laugh out of pissing people off, and often uses sarcasm as his main weapon for it. He also enjoys making puns, mostly based on the strange names he finds out there.

Strengths:
Has a full head of hair
He knows when it's time to pull out
He's got a good past in building

Weaknesses:
Pissing people off is his hobby.
A real coward
Hot headed
Childish

Likes:
-Pepsi
-Shotguns
-Chuck Norris
-Freedom
-Combat knives

Dislikes:
-Supermodels
-Stupid people
-Snobby people
-Sniper rifles

[Jaketeaking]

+1 cannibal supermodels all day long

[WD-Andrew]

You get a +1 just for the cannibal supermodels.

[completelynewguy]

Neat dossier. If we're working of a approval system, +0.5 for including the cannibal supermodels at the expense of Comic Sans.