USCMC DOSSIER // L. TUCKER

[LackingAHelmet]

Full name:

Locke Tucker

Nickname(s):

She lost it after punching a senior officer. Whoops.

Age:

19 (edgy as fuck, but hear me out.)

Gender:

Female, and don't yer' forget it.

Position:

Basic Grunt or Engineer.

Notable traits:

She has a scar running down her left eye, from her forehead to cheek. Wears bandages around her head under her hair, and almost always has a cigar in her mouth.

Persona:

Locke is loud, with a boy's attitude. She doesn't take kindly to people questioning her lack of femininity and also FFFUCKING HATES when people hit on her. She likes to make sure her voice is heard, but will quieten down and help others when the need arises.

History:

Infancy -

Locke was born and raised on Earth, Scotland, by who she presumes were her parents. Before she could walk however, she was on a one-way trip to her new home on a distant moon, as some sort of "Inter-Plantary Colonization" idea. Not much is known about this, but all Locke said was, "I'm glad my parents decided to fuck me into space. Now I'm living high."

Childhood -

Being orphaned, Locke grew up in her designated household all alone, but was helped along by the adults who had also been chosen to come. While in her apartment, she watched countless films and educational clips to keep her entertained, until she could contribute to her Colony. During this time, she used to lock herself up and yell obscenities at the TV and the small building interior in general.

Adolescence -

Locke was finally recognised as useful, and was put to work on a Eden Project Farm, terraforming the Martian-like ground to make way for proper fertile soil that could sustain crops. After countless years of pulling hoes through soil as tough as Kevlar and carrying around bags so heavy that they were meant to be transported by Cargo Tug; Locke had already, at the age of 16, become rather tone and extremely strong. The arid and hot climate of this Mars copycat made Locke's skin tan as she laboured and made her very tolerant to harsh conditions. After a while of isolation, she started to devolve into a rather unhappy state, going to work with a slouch and her smile faded from her face.

To combat the depression, Locke began to drink, and she drank a lot. Whiskey, Vodka, whatever she could get her hands on, she would throw down her throat. After an incident involving Whiskey and Moonshine, Locke was hospitalized, and after her release, vowed to never touch drink again. This would be quickly broken, but she took care, and her condition improved. Despite time being the best healer, Locke still is skeptical about alcohol, but will never usually turn a drink down.

Adulthood/Present -

Locke continued to work on the Project until a subsidiary branch of Weyland Yutani landed on the Colony and established an office there, claiming the land as a valuable residential resource and offered those who excelled in the society, places in a special program that would assure they would never have to touch another hoe ever again. Locke bought this, and was shipped off to the USCMC Basic Regiment in her sector. After two years, from 17 to 19, Locke had finally passed her field test and was cleared fit for duty. She was also remarked by her instructor as:

"A goddamn good shot, but that loud voice and attitude would scare anything living off before she could raise the barrel."

Before she had left for the Sulaco enrolment, a package had arrived at her temporary residence, sent by those at the Colony. Inside was a box of cigars and a headset, two of the things that intrigued her the most. She never understood the reason behind the oversized cancer-stick, or the constantly crackling microphone and speaker system, but she didn't care.

It was them giving her their best.

Now it was her turn.

Relations:

Overall - She regards everyone as a clone of the bucket-head marine stereotype until they do something big.

Lochlann - Likes his ability, but dislikes his ignorance to his own safety, such as eating wild mushrooms, from planets infested with man-eating lizards. A walking brick.

Noah - Enjoys his intelligent attitude and caring personality, and has already shared her phone number with this one. She regards him as a true reliant, something she never really believed in.

Basic appearance:

Locke is 6ft 4", with tanned skin alongside a very healthy and toned build. She wears her hair quite short, it being black, and bandages are wrapped around underneath. She has piercing green eyes. On her face is a scar caused by a grenade in Basic Training that went off close to her. She has a prosthetic right hand, after an incident with a first-time SADAR in CQC. Oops!

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Likes:

Cigars, smoking, drinking (will say otherwise), sleeping on a couch in her underwear, M41A rifles, good Marines and competent Command.

Dislikes:

People asking about her tan lines, people hitting on her, having tan lines, wearing stuffy head-gear such as the M10 Standard Helmet and especially despises the B18 armour as a whole.

Strengths:

She knows when to retreat, and when to charge, and is able to keep a level head under pressure. Is proficient in long-rifle operation as she is handguns, and tends to be patient when taking her shots - conserving ammo.

Weaknesses:

Has the uncontrollable urge to yell when even slightly bothered, and has an extra-short temper. (One example is the broken groin incident including Jack Rustle and a bar of soap.) Tends to lose track of time and doesn't pay attention to her surroundings.

Other Info:

OOC: So uh, yeah, finally found a character that I'm comfortable always playing as - so I'm making this dossier as a means to basically make it easier for everyone to make fun of me.

THIS DOSSIER IS UNDER DEVELOPMENT, AND IS VERY LIKELY SUBJECT TO CHANGE.

[Panda]

I haven't seen your character, but I've certainly heard her. I'm looking forward to trying to get you to settle down for surgery. 9ne of the many challenges of being a doctor, calming the wild marine.

[LackingAHelmet]

I haven't seen your character, but I've certainly heard her. I'm looking forward to trying to get you to settle down for surgery. 9ne of the many challenges of being a doctor, calming the wild marine.

So what murderous egg-head should I look out for?

[Panda]

So what murderous egg-head should I look out for?

April Trovato, at your service, madam

[Monoo]

I don't think I've ever even met this character yet, besides bumping into them, but I already fuckin' love it. Keep it up.

[coroneljones]

Locke hath earned the jones approval

[LackingAHelmet]

I don't think I've ever even met this character yet, besides bumping into them, but I already fuckin' love it. Keep it up.

I swear, she's not bipolar. She just has a short temper, so you if she's a little tame - swear at her.

[LackingAHelmet]

Locke hath earned the jones approval

Jack Knight makes a loud noise!

Translation:

"LOCKE PUT THE KNIFE DOWN AND PUT MY BOXERS BACK ON."

[TeknoKot]

*internal screaming*

n-nice read.

[LackingAHelmet]

*internal screaming*

n-nice read.

That better not be sarcasm.

[TeknoKot]

That better not be sarcasm.

I-It's n-not.. T-The reference p-picture..

[KeyWii]

FUCKING ANIMUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

[LackingAHelmet]

I-It's n-not.. T-The reference p-picture..

>TFW you see the full picture.

[coroneljones]

>TFW you see the full picture.

The goggles
They do nothing

[LackingAHelmet]

The goggles
They do nothing

The admins, they do nothing.

DONT GET TRIGGERED BRO.

[Deus Dactyl]

Great writing. One day Locke and Noah will get to sit down for a nice, long, possibly alcohol-fueled conversation... but for now, duty calls :P