USCM DeClassified Dossier- D. Kingfisher (Format Given By Wintercloud)

[SaltyMouthful]

USCM DOSSIER: Kingfisher, Daniel
2nd battalion of the 4th brigade, the Falling Falcons

Annotated by Kingfisher himself.

Basic Information

• Name
  Daniel Quincy Kingfisher
• Nickname:
  "Jack" or "Danny"

  Most of my friends call me Jack. Only one person can call me Danny, y'know who you are sweetheart.

• Nationality:
  New Zealander

  Born and raised in Rotura, aye, I'm a fuckin' Kiwi. Beautiful scenery, really miss the place. But eh, the fringes and frontiers of space offer enough adventure to keep me satisfied til' I return.

• Age:
  27
• Date of Birth:
  August 19th, 2161
• Place of Birth:
  Rotura, New Zealand
• Gender
  Male
• Blood Type
  B+
• Language('s)
  English
• Family
  
  Lily Mills Kingfisher-Mother,
  Christoper Richard Kingfisher-Father,
  Liam Mick Kingfisher-Brother, Older
  John Glenn Kingfisher- Brother, Younger
  Susan Cassidy Kingfisher- Sister, Younger
  
• Corporate Relation: Supportive

  Good bunch of folks, if you ask me. Hell, I used to run back with them, before I was er... *Cough* Aye... I like 'em. Hopefully I can roll with them once again in the future.

• Likes
  Drinking, Redheads, Smoking, Women, Sunglasses, Emus, Dogs, Misbehaving, Clever MPs, Stealing Cats, Stealing Booze.
• Dislikes
  Lardasses, His Own Cat Allergy, Getting Caught, Snitches, Soy-Based Products, The Report Of A Mateba.
• Catchphrase & Battlecry

  I'm an honest man, officer. I would never misbehave.

  Situation's lookin' rather bleak, but momma didn't raise no quitters!

• Theme Song
  https://youtu.be/zYJ1IrxDLPM
  AND
  https://youtu.be/givRh52Ic3A
• 
  

Physical details

• Height:
  182 cm
• Weight:
  74.5 kg

  I try to keep myself in shape, hefting materials around and fixing shit. It really makes ye' break a sweat. Hell, it doesn't help that we get put into the freezers for months at a time. At least I ain't a total lardass, like some of these cunts.

• Eye Colour:
  Green

  Y'know. I had to look in the mirror. I don't really think about the color of my eyes that much. Maybe it's 'cause I wear shades too much. Think I got them from my ma'.

• Hair:
  Brown

  Dusty brown hair, just like my parents had. I try my best to keep it kempt and proper, even if it means forgoin' the standard helmets.

• Disabilities:
  Mild Cat Allergy

  Fuckin' hell. I probably would like cats more, if they didn't give me the sniffles.

• Tattoos:
  A tiny silhouette of a kingfisher on his right shoulder blade. Takes of a 5cm² area.

  My family name, and a a hell of a bird.

Operational Preferences

• Potential Marine Positions:
  (In order of most to least likely to be playing. )
  
  Squad Leader
  Maint. Tech.
  Squad Engie
  Pilot Officer
• Squad:
  Bravo

  Fixing shit and misbehaving is in my blood. I feel that my professions allow for a reasonable amount of that. I feel like I've got plenty of time to do just that, once the FOB is finished of course. Ain't like us boys in bravo get much of a choice.

• Weapon of choice:
  M37A2 Pump Shotgun w/ Wooden Stock and Rail Light. Loaded with slugs.

  This little beaut' kicks like a mule, and offers a safe and sure option for me when I sweep the maint' shafts for "stowaways".

• Preferred Deployment Locations:
  LV-624, Solaris Ridge

  So long as it ain't a fucking frozen wasteland, I am willing to go anywhere. Can't stand the cold.

• FOB Song:
  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KBlgAX3f7zI

Backstory
Ages: 0-16 "Childhood"

► Show Spoiler

Heh, right, where do I begin. I guess you can say I've always been destined for greatness ever since I was but a mere twinkle in my father's eye. Grew up on an Emu Reservation after them damn Aussies almost totally wiped 'em all out in the Third Emu War. I mean hell, they must've thought that the second one was so great that a third fucking war was in order. Anyways, after they nuked and glassed most of their fucking natural habitat, my grand-father decided it'd be a noble effort to make a reservation for 'em.

Hell, I wasn't the oldest nor the youngest of my siblings, but I refuse to call myself the middle child. I mean, I guess I didn't naturally get much attention, but I saw to it that I would. Maybe this might've been where I learned to properly get in trouble. Always dissapointin' Momma with my antics, but I don't think I did anything TOO bad. Hell, maybe accidentally leaving the gates open for a couple hundred Emus to run free wasn't very nice... But I swear, I didn't intend on doin' it. Nor did I think it would get that bad... Needless to say, no one was too keen about it.

Heh, anyways, time I didn't spend misbehavin' on the reserve, I spent fixing up the machines my father used. We didn't have much money in our family, and we didn't need any either. You could say after fixing a couple tractors, trucks, and just bein' a general helpful hand might've lended to my current skills. Oh, I also had the privilege to take my father's gun out, and hunt them big cats that have an eye for our large birds. I mean, I kinda have a thing for cats, but I also have a greater thing for Emus. Heh, I also had quite the knack for getting into and out of places... Could say a skillset like that, you're bound to cause trouble.

So what if I broke into the local liquor store? Sure, I was only 15 at that point, but they had no business keepin' those goods from us. Like hell if I wasn't going to get some serious rep with my mates, if it was only a couple doors and some locks gettin' in my way.

Ages:17-23 "Contracting with W-Y"

► Show Spoiler

Right, right... So, after I spent my time misbehavin' back by my homestead, I was approached by a local W-Y representative, looking to hire fresh new faces, eager to brave the frontiers of space. Of course, being the adventurous soul I am, I quickly signed on and went onto training. Of course, W-Y ain't the corps, but as a young lad, I couldn't pass up on opportunity coming to me. Anyways, I got my certifications to go on EVA runs and got a formal education, more or less of a crash course in my opinion, on ship-side engineering. You see, W-Y needed brave young bodies to be willing to ride up on derelict ship hulks, and crack into them to either help reclaim 'em, or to retrieve any poor sap who was unlucky enough to be trapped in their. Needless to say, I didn't see many survivors of such catastrophes.

Anyways, at the time my skills with a gun were crude at best, even though I was a crack shot with a hunting rifle, or so I'd like to think, my discipline could've used some work. Thankfully, the company also went out of their way to teach us the tools of the trade. We never needed the training for anything that was inside the hulk, unless if it was hostile wildlife that ended up escaping the cargo hold, but we needed it for greedy rat bastards who capitalized on our skills. Typically, you get these vultures that skulk around derelict hulks, waitin' for people like me, and my fellow crewmates to do the hard work of slicing into the hull, or opening every door on the ship. After that's all said and done you'll get crept up on, suddenly your crew gains a few new members unexpectedly. Luckily for me, this hadn't happened too often, but it happened enough for me to learn to carry a gun with me whenever I went on my spacewalks.

I loved my time with the company, never had so much fun, and the pay was nice too... Unfortunately, I couldn't let old habits die. You see, it was rumored that the foreman had quite an expensive bottle of whiskey, aged, extra rare, in his cabinet. Hell, I'd wager it was worth a couple thousand of those United American dollars by the sounds of it. Using my knack for gettin' into places, I cracked open his personal quarters when no one was around, and proceeded to ransack his special little cabinet. In hindsight, taking everything might've been a bit stupid, but as I say, 'Live and Learn'. I returned back to my bunk that day, with a few of my buddies, and we cracked into those bottles like you wouldn't believe. 'Course, with drinking that excessively comes problems... And what would you know, the foreman found us laying around, passed out, reekin' of his special reserve... My good buds, or so I thought, decided to rat me out, and just like that, my contract got terminated.

It's a shame it had to come to that, I really wish I could come back, maybe I can... But hey, if it weren't for that I wouldn't have been able to get into the USCM. I'd say I spent about three or four years, lucid and out of hypersleep, with the Company. It's kinda harsh for them to terminate me for somethin' so small and isolated!

Ages 24-27: "USCM Days"

► Show Spoiler

So... Where was I... Oh yeah, after the incident with the Foreman, I got the boot, it was a bit unfortunate but it lead to me being where I am now. I ended up immediately signing on with the USCM and their Navy, looking to turn a new page in my life. Y'see, those skills that the company had learned me also granted the privilege of being quite handy and dandy to the USCM. However, I still had much to learn. I spent a good chunk of time schooling with the Corps, learning the formalities, and informalities, of engineering aboard a ship. Of course, I spent some time in the field, learning the ins and outs of combat engineering, but after some time I was able to move up on the chain. Heh, I ain't sayin' I miss the field, but sometimes life on the ship gets too comfy. I do miss goin' down and helping the marines clear pests, or smite down resistances... But I try to make my life more fun an interesting when given the opportunity, trust me.

Relations (WIP) -----

The Best - Friendly - Neutral - Disliked - Hated


Ryan Cook- A pretty cool kid. He's oddly fascinated with poets and philosophers of past generations. Gotta say I'd be glad to have a drink with him when I can.
Lydia Tournier- Probably one of my best friends. If I ever need advice with something or someone to vent to, I will most likely go to them.
Alfonso Garbonso- Probably the best friend a dude can ask for. A fucking awesome co-pilot and wing-man. Hell, I'd eat burgers with him on any day.


Wanda Fisher- This lady's practically the closest thing I got to a mom 'sides for my real mom... I might let her call me Danny just so I can get the warm fuzzy feelin' I get when my momma used to call me it.
Evelyn Harlay- She speaks funny, and I can't understand her half the time... But the times that I can understand her, I usually enjoy listenin' to what she has to say. Rather lovely and good bit of competition.
Elena Mei- Not so sure what to think of this girl. On one hand, she's one of my best friends, on the other hand she has shown homicidal tendencies towards me. Hell, I ain't even sure what her whole deal is.
Kate Wooley- Good ol' Kale, probably one of the most proficient Custodial Technicians I have ever encountered in the corps.
Patton Moore- Whenever I'm alongside this man I feel inspired, or that maybe I may be getting myself into a mess. Anyways, he's a pretty cool dude, if you ask me.
Darius Ico- Good drinking buddy of mine. Hell, I ain't even a sake kinda man, but he knows where to procure some of the more desirable brews.
Chen Westinton- Pretty weird dude, he's got a cool collection of hats though which is nice. One thing I don't like though is his ability to steal my hat when I'm not paying attention.
Jacqueline Finlay- Whether my partner in crime, or trying to bust me for distributing booze, this gal is pretty chill, in my humble opinion.
Gracie Honour- One of my favorite potential Co-Pilots, and an even better drinking buddy. It's a bit concerning though, she could probably match me in terms of alcohol intake. Most of my memories with her are pretty hazey 'cause of this.
Mortimer- Never would I have thought I'd think so highly of a robot. I'd even call them an honorary human. Never has there been a synth so loyal.

Darla Kickum- Holy hell, I'm not sure whether or not I hate or love this woman. On one hand she knows me so well, maybe a bit too well, and on another hand she's a fucking snitch.
Paul Balderson- The shiniest of domes, a beacon of light in times of darkness, but only when there's a nearby light source. Anyways, this man gets a bit touchy when I compliment his dome.

Ian Evans- Fuckin' lardass. Insists on calling me Danny, even though I keep telling his sorry ass to can it.
Christine Kennel- Good ol' hippo hips. Whenever I'm under her watchful eye, I can always assume I'm going to get into trouble somehow. I mean, so what if I flirt with them when I'm brigged? I only do it 'cause it annoys the hell out of them.
Tal Ravis- Fuckin' hell! Stop framing me for your petty shit! It's bad enough I get sent to the brig off of my own actions. Anyways, he's a bold cheeky cunt who's willing to do anything if you pressure him into it.
Heinz Mueller- Every time I'm near this man, I need to make sure he isn't checking me out when I pass by. I've caught him staring at me on a few occasion's when I'm in the brig. So what if I like to roll down my jumpsuit? My eyes are up here, bud.
Balto Dreg- Speaks funny, a bit too funny... He's also a bit too concerned about his cat. I can't count the number of times this man has lined me up against a wall and questioned me about incidents regarding Jones.


Jones- I'd probably like this hairy little fuck if it weren't for the fact that I'm allergic to him. It's a shame he's probably one of the most coveted things on the ship. If anything makes him worth my while is the fact that he makes a good gift for my sweetheart.

[DriedMilk]

*Mateba Cylinder is heard from the distance*

[WinterClould]

If Jones the cat isn't in the hated area I'll be disappointed

[Blade2000Br]

ah, kingfisher...

This bloke sure is a meme

[ColonelCorazon]

A regular 'ol cat burglar this guy.

[SaltyMouthful]

A regular 'ol cat burglar this guy.

I have never stolen a cat in my life.

[VitorThauma]

Stop stealing Jones you fucking monster

[SaltyMouthful]

To increase the speed of the relations section, PM me names if you want to urgently be in the dossier.

[Relend]

Good ol Kingfisher. Quite the good lad ah'nd cat thief.

[Nightwolf901]

-1 Theres no bladedancer here.

[SaltyMouthful]

-1 Theres no bladedancer here.

That was intentional.

[Stripetail]

Oh I see how it is.

[Torrentia]

>kingfisher wakes up as MT
>MPS TO ENGINEERING!!!

[Rohesie]

Good dossier. Good man, albeit mischievous.

[BillyBob]

"Remember the first one is always on me"

[MauroVega]

Auch, just auch

[Cry of Wolves]

fun read.

[Kerek]

Good mar-nie +1

[Shyguychizzy]

Balto Dreg- Speaks funny, a bit too funny... He's also a bit too concerned about his cat. I can't count the number of times this man has lined me up against a wall and questioned me about incidents regarding Jones.

Top tier, yah ought to speak about some interrogation methods I used or many friends I had to punish for such heresy. I love it man.....

[Weaselburg]

WHAT? A BRAVO WHO PLAYS COMMAND ROLES HIGHER THEN PO/SO? DISGRACEFUL!

[Counter-Terrorist]

Gracie Honour- One of my favorite potential Co-Pilots, and an even better drinking buddy. It's a bit concerning though, she could probably match me in terms of alcohol intake. Most of my memories with her are pretty hazey 'cause of this.

D-D-Drinking buddy?! Match you in alcohol intake?! That cannot be! I'm a-a-an alcohol virgin though! Has my entire life been a lie?! Oh maple... Faints
(Also you should be honoured that I'm commenting on this. First comment for dossiers! For me that is.)

[Bancrose]

Unironically a cat burglar. God damn it Kingfisher.

[TomTheMedic]

Good guy, broke into my office and tied me to a chair once. On second thought, those should be two separate sentences.

[Tichys]

i coulda sworn we went to space nam together fisher

[SaltyMouthful]

updated a few things.