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[b]Name:[/b] James 'Jamie' Williams
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Nationality:[/b] American
[b]Age:[/b] 21
[b]Profession/job:[/b] University student, ROTC cadet, and part-time Starbucks employee. He had joined the Reserves for the Marines a few months ago, as the 'pre' conditioning for his future career, and had plans of entering the active Marine duty itself once he finished his third year in University. But, you know, this shit happens.
[b]Skills (practical):[/b] Developing firearms and CQC training, basic knowledge of survival and common sense.
[b]Skills (specific):[/b] He's athletic, with impressive stamina and grit. Can sprint for a very long time, and isn't afraid to get his hands dirty. Rather daring, which can be both a blessing and a curse.
[b]Brief Bio:[/b] James grew up in Chicago with a hard-working mother, and Marine father. His life, growing up, wasn't too specific. He played sports, had friends, and ironed out his will of becoming a Marine, himself, to help support his family, and make his father proud. He signed up for the Marine reserves at around the age of 18, while, at the same time, going to University. Every weekend and so, he would go to Base for PT and training, whilst he juggled this with a rather busy schedule at the University. His girlfriend at the time, Eliza, saw that he was getting stressed, and orchestrated him a vacation, which would begin in a couple of weeks. He agreed, and although they later broke up, due to a misunderstanding, James decided to go to the vacation, anyways. It was his vacation in the Reserves, after all, and Chicago University was conveniently out for some stupid week-long parade.