Post by jake on Jul 16, 2009 21:20:47 GMT -6
Name: Corporal Jake Leedy
Age: 27
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 180lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: January 10,1897
Place of Birth: Buffalo, New York
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Kin:
-Lori Leedy [Mother/Alive]
-Timothy Leedy [Father/Deceased]
-Sarah Leedy [Sister/Alive]
-Hannah Leedy [Sister/Deceased]
-Emma Leedy [Sister/Alive]
Physical Description:
Jake has short brown hair, he dresses in his brown combat fatigues. His eyes are blue and they have a look of sincerity in them. He is of average frame and height. He normally has a cleanly shaved face and frequently trims his hair.
Personality:
Jake is a confident person. He jokes around a lot, occasionally he is serious. He has a habit of going too far with jokes, sometimes this will get him in trouble. The Corporal has undying loyalty to the military and his country. He also is a habitual smoker.
Medical History:
-Bullet Wound in left arm (6th of June, 1918: Battle of the Belleau Wood)
-Concussion (4th of July, 1918: Battle of Le Hamel)
Classification: Infantry
Sub-Class: American
Money:
$70
-$35.25 .30-06 Ammunition
-$25 x4 Scope
Total: $10.25
Occupation: USMC Sniper
Personal History:
Jake Leedy was born to Timothy and Lori Leedy in Buffalo, New York. Jake's father was an alcoholic Civil War veteran Marine. Who lost a leg. He suffered from heavy depression and often violently beat Jake and his mother.
When Jake was ten, his first little sister was born. Sarah was born blind, and his father beat his mother saying it was her fault. Jake paid no attention to it and often joked to himself to keep from spiraling down the same depressing trail as his father.
When Jake was thirteen, his second little sister was born. But she died of the flu, her name was Hannah. Two days later his father hung himself.
At the age of seventeen, Jake went off to join the Unites States Marine Corps. He lied about his age and they let him in. Training was tough and brutal, and by the time he was out of Basic, his mother had remarried and given birth to another little sister named Emma. She was born healthy.
Three years into his service, America entered World War One, and he shipped out to France. While in France he did some fighting, but not a lot, since the US Marine Corps was very small at the time. In 1918, his sniper skills were put to the test at the Battle of the Belleau Wood.
In that battle he got six confirmed kills and earned a rank up to Corporal. Towards the end of the battle, a bullet hit him in the left arm, he recieved a purple heart. After a few months of medical leave to Britain, he was back in time for the Battle of Le Hamel, there he was hit in the face with the butt of a German rifle and received another purple heart for the hit gave him a concussion.
Jake was not in any more battles, for the war ended shortly after in November 11rh, 1918. He was stationed at a Naval base on the English coast near Yorkshire.
>Skills:
Classification Skill: Military Training
Mastered Skills: Firearms
Superior Skills: Land Navigation
Minor Skills: Driver's License
>Abilities:
Classification Ability: Toughness
Mastered Abilities: Observation
Superior Abilities: Smarts
Minor Abilities: Athletics
>Equipment on Person:
- USMC Infantry Field Dress
- Springfield M1903 w/ x4 Zoom Scope
- 12" Trench Knife
>In Pack:
- (4x) .30-06 Ammunition Boxes (200rds)
- Weeks Ration
- (1x) Carton of Cigarettes
- Shaving Kit
* Shaving Razor
* Shaving Cream
* Hand-sized Mirror
- (1x) Pack of Chewing Gum
- Sleeping Bag
>In Storage:
- None
>Primary Weapon:
Weapon: Springfield M1903
Caliber: .30-06
Location on Body: In hand
Modifications: x4 Zoom Scope
>Secondary Weapon (Military or Mercenary only): N/A
Weapon:
Caliber:
Location on Body:
Modifications:
>Melee Weapon:
Weapon: 12" Trench Knife
Location on Body: On belt
Sample Post:
Jake sat at the top window of an old boarded up church tower rifle loaded, cigarette lit.
"C'mon you son of a bitch..." Jake whispered quietly to himself.
One of the undead came at about 10 meters. He clicked the scope's nob twice and licked his finger, the wind was even. He put the cross hair of his scope on the infected's forehead. He squeezed the trigger and a loud shot pierced the quiet morning. The zombie's head broke open like a watermelon hit with a baseball bat.
"Oorah!" he said with joy as he pulled back the bolt. The shell popped out and pushed the bolt back into place, setting up for another shot.
