Name: Lana Jones / AKA Leche
Lana Jones was just like any other ten year old girl. She was in a loving family with a teacher for a mother and a soldier for a father. Sarah Murphy Jones and Richard Hudson Jones were their names, and they were the type of family that could make the best out of any situation be it good or bad. They had a beautiful home in the midst of a busy metropolis, a small piece of paradise in an otherwise ordinary country. But when that same country got involved with a nasty war overseas, Lana was suddenly faced with that special separation from her father that only the military can create. In an instant he was gone, and only she and her mother remained. It was difficult for a while, but eventually Lana adjusted to her father’s absence. Her mother, on the other hand, grew weaker and weaker. Months turned to years, each day darker than the last. Due to increasing medical bills and other financial problems, the two had to leave their once wonderful home and move into a small apartment on the lower East side. Lana ached for the letter that would declare her father’s return to them. However, she would soon learn that the bright moments of her life were a thing of the past. Even though she was still very young, Lana had a decent understanding of what Cancer was. In fact, all she really focused on was its inevitable conclusion. She may have been prepared for the day her mother died, but she would never be ready.
When she moved into her grandparents country home, all she could think about was Richard. She’d forgotten him as daddy, but she refused to forget who he was supposed to be. Every day she grew more and more angry. She decided that she hated him, hated him for leaving, hated him for being away so long that it killed her mother, hated him for never coming back like he’d promised. But when Sergeant Major Stanley Graham appeared at the door one day, Lana didn’t have to be told why he had come. She knew. Her father had abandoned her as well. He’d gone to be with her momma instead. What she didn’t expect was that although Graham had come to deliver the unfortunate news, he’d also come for her. “I made a promise little lady,” the big, black man had said, “And I aim to keep that promise. Your father was a great man, and I plan on proving that to you.” She left with him that day. She was more curious than afraid. Years of struggle against forces beyond her child's control had left her numb. But after talking more with Graham (who asked that she only call him ‘Stingray’ like her father had), she decided that she liked him. She wondered what kind of man this Stingray was, and more importantly, she wondered what he had meant by his promise to Richard.
Lana is driven by a military sense of justice. For the most part, it is very much eye for an eye. Bullets never discriminate, just those aiming them. Her decisions are based on the principles taught by the old Green Beret Papa Stingray and all the stories he’s told her about her father’s creed and ethics. She feels more connected to Richard now, than she ever really did as a child. In fact, she truly believes that her father would be very proud of the woman she’s become. She wears his dog tags like a second skin, and she never, ever, takes them off.
-Stanley Ray Graham/Papa Stingray
**To Be Completed Soon**
Thank god for IPads! LOL