Name: Jesús Martinez
Alias: El Salavador Loco
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance:
Appearance -Weighs 200 lbs.
-6 foot tall
-Covered in various gang tattoos
Age: 26
Role: Commando
Equipment:
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Mark V Hybrid Armor -
Plasma Knife -
Plasma Rifle-
Cartage Pistol Bio: Jesús Martinez grew up in the Sol System Alliance in the slums of the city New Rhome. His parents worked to the bone to feed Jesús and his brothers and sisters, but the meager food gave Martinez a hunger. Not for food, but for success, power, and for wealth; the easiest way to do this was to join a gang at 15.
For four years Jesús squandered his life and his life doing whatever the boss, "Huesos", and his cardinals asked, advancing in rank, until day he finally hit it big. Martinez and a group of other gang members were picked to assault a rival gang. When they arrived the crew and Jesús in particularly dispatched the crew with ease. Another year flew by full of fighting and death before Jesús was summoned to guard a squad to break into a warehouse and steal plasma knifes that were fresh from the factory. It turned out to be sting operation led by the local gang squad and he surrendered without a fight. At the trial he was faced with two opportunities prison, which would gain his respect, or join the Armed Forces, which would give him a better future. Regretfully he chose prison and there he became even more hardened to the world around him. On the day of his release four years later Jesús realized he no longer wanted to be part of the life anymore. So he walked out.
While every gang is different they all agree on one thing: blood in, blood out. For a year of his life he had to fight off various attacks both physical and mental, since he left his familia, his gang family that is, he lost all respect on the streets. One day he had enough, Martinez needed respect again and he had heard of a group called the Crimson Legion. Jesús tried joining straight up after a visit to the moon that houses New Rhome, Europa. He was denied, for not having enough experience. So Jesús walked away muttering under his breath about experience. For a while Martinez waited and listened, the group of mercenaries casually dropped word about their target, "Huesos". Jesús was astounded, but it made sense, "Huesos" wasn't a good guy. He straightened up and left the bar, from there he went directly to the old hideout where "Huesos" resided carrying only his Cartage Pistol and Plasma knife. Jesús rushed the front doors, killing the enforcers outside, with a few bullets and a knifing. He slashed and shot three more before they could reach their guns and he looted their corpses of ammo and a single grenade. Then Martinez ran through the warehouse hideout using the only tactic he knew. bum rushing, it was effective although he received a bullet wound or two. Soon a bloodstained Jesús Martinez arrived at the boss's door and knocked rather clichey before he whipped the grenade through the window and jumped back down to the first floor. As the explosion sounded he walked back up to what was left of the boss's room and opened the door to confirm his kill. Which, of course, killed him nobody expects a grenade to the window. After looting the office of money he walked down to first floor and waited as he thought, "How's this for experience." As a bewildered group of mercenaries arrived Jesús asked "So when do I get picked up?" and while the group was a little put off about a felon on the team, you can't forget about the mission that was accomplished by one man. When asked about his alias he told them his old gang name "El Salvador Loco" and from there adventures started.