Name: Gregory Bonhomme (Formerly Gregory McCartney Jr.)
Call-sign/Nickname: Greg, Rusty
Age:54
Nationality: American/French
Appearance:
Occupation: U.E.S.A, Commissioned Officer of the U.E.M.C
Background: Greg was born in Mississippi in about 1963 to a corn farmer father and a nurse mother. He lived a calm, uneventful life, until age 6, when he and his mother moved to a large city for her to advance her career in medicine, his dad staying behind to finish the years crop harvest, set to move as soon as it was over.
After a few years in New York, with his mother finally out of medical school, the family decided to move back to their rural hometown in Mississippi when Greg was 16. Although, Greg had gotten used to living in the city, and detested his parent’s decision, and hated being stuck in a boring corn field. The words that he had heard from recruiters in New York echoed in his head. “You wannna see the world, kid? Join the Corps.” It was decided. Greg McCartney Jr. would be a United States Marine.
On his 17th birthday, Greg brought the release form from the Marine Corps to his parents, hoping they’re sign them and send him on his way to see the world. Although, he received the opposite reaction that he expected out of his parents. They were both outraged, and implored Greg to avoid the military, even though the US had left Vietnam a little more than 10 years ago, they were still horrified by what had happened there, and what it had done to those men, and they didn’t not want that for their son.
Eventually, after some passionate fights between Greg and his parents, they finally decided to allow their little Gregory into the Marine Corps at 17 years old, although the relationship between the two parties had been damaged permanently.
Greg left for basic a few weeks later, making a few good friends, and eventually being stationed in Korea. He and his parents stayed out of contact for a long time, and it wasn’t until his 20th birthday that he finally received a letter from his parents. It wasn’t particularly long, but it was certainly meaningful.
Dear Gregory,
Please come home. Leave the military. We miss you and love you very much. Please come home.
Love, your parents.Although Greg was touched that the first thing his parents asked of his was to come home, he wasn’t ready to leave the Corps. His leave was in a month. He decided that he would surprise them on his leave, and wouldn’t write back to enhance the surprised.
When one month passed and his leave finally came, Greg jumped on the first plane to Mississippi, eager to reunite and reconcile with his parents after 3 years of being disconnected. His hometown was no different than when he left it. It was still small, nearly no paved roads, the largest building in town was the general store on the center of town on main street. He hurriedly walked down the hilly road that led to his family’s farm, but a stunning sight met him when he peaked over the largest hill.
His childhood house was now a small pile of burnt ashes, and there, in front of the house was a small gathering of stuffed animals and bouquets of various types of wilted flowers. He ran towards it, to find pictures of his parent’s in the center of the flowers. They were gone. Long gone.
Sobbing madly, he dragged his bag back into town, and walked into the small tavern near his road, and plopped down in the seat in the corner, farthest from everything, which still wasn’t very far. The bartender, having no one to attend to, sat across Greg at the small table.
“It happened two weeks ago. They ruled it an electric failure, the wiring in that house hadn’t been taken care of in years. The copy of their will at the bank said that they left everything to you, savings and all. Have this, you’ll need it.”
Greg lifted his head from his arms to see a new, unopened bottle of whiskey. He grabbed it and took a large swing, before stuffing it in his duffle bag and going down to the bank to claim his inheritance. Greg used the modest amount of money to move to France, and left the Corps, and all the painful memories of home and his parents behind, changing his name when he finally arrived to solidify his movement.
As if to grant him some sort of guardian angel, Greg met Evette shortly after he moved to France. She was a beautiful French nurse, who reminded him fondly of his mother. She helped him kick his alcoholic habits, and also helped his speak French a little more fluently, and the two decided to settle down into a long-distance relationship, as he was entering the Foreign Legion, and would be gone for a period of time.
After he was done with training and got a free lease on France, the two finally had Trake, but eventually split due to the stressed of being apart for most of the time and trying to take care of a child.
Although he thought he had left the military for good once he had to raise Trake, he rejoined once the Pantheons attacked Earth, and used his former service and years of experience to earn a spot among the commanding officers of the U.E.S.A.
