N.A.M.E: Anan Ihejirika
A.G.E: 32
G.E.N.D.E.R: Male
A.P.P.E.A.R.A.N.C.E:-( Height )- 6'1
-( Build ) - Heavy set
-( Weight ) - 200 ib
-( Skin Colour ) - Dark, African Descent.
-( Hair Style ) - Cleanly shaven.
-( Head ) - Almost rectangular in appearance, with a cast iron-jaw and a scalp that has a shallow curve.
-( Eyes ) - Dark brown.
-( Nose ) - Large, with flared nostrils.
-( Ears ) - Left is rather large and perky, the right is missing its top centimetre.
-( Lips ) - Plump and pale.
-( Torso ) - Toned and muscled, but few scars and no tattoos.
-( Trinkets ) - Silver crucifix on a neck chain.
A.R.M.OU.R: Standard marine combat armour, with a modified back plate to allow for weapon holding.
P.O.S.I.T.I.O.N: Marine, heavy weapons specialist if possible (like an anti-tank/anti-air craft type-- or a machine gunner as well/instead. Whatever you think is best.)
P.E.R.S.O.N.A.L.I.T.Y:-( Religious Faith) - Believes in the Christian God.
-( Temperment ) - Chilled, and relaxed. Slow to anger.
-( Courage ) - Tries to let his beliefs in Heaven block out the worst, but he is not impervious to fear, and knows when to run from a battle.
-( Respect for Authority ) - Dislikes being talked down to, and contemplates disregarding orders he believes are erroneous.
-( Selflessness ) - He'll do what he can for anyone, but he's not suicidal on their behalf.
-( Intelligence ) -Not the brightest spark.
S.K.I.L.L.S:-( Weapons Training ) - Heavy weapons, including handheld AA and AT weaponry. Also trained in the use of explosives, such as C4, or the modern equivalent, and anti-personnel/tank mines.
-( Flight Training ) - Completed basic surface flight course, but failed the orbital flight course.
-( Technical ) - Advanced urban warfare training, covering the breaching and clearing of claustrophobic hostile environments.
B.A.C.K.G.R.O.U.N.D: Too stupid for the flight deck, and too big to be wasted on a civilian trade... this is Anan's story in short.
The long version is best described as a troubled childhood, living in the slums of a rising Somalia, where wealth disproportion left the many masses hungry and the few elite very wealthy. He has six brothers, three sisters, and about a dozen half-siblings-- his father was a serial adulterer who flew from the nest the moment he'd sired his children.
Therefore, Anan's early life was dominated by desperate women, fighting the daily struggle to get by. He learnt from them to be tough, and though he suffered mercilessly at the hands of neighbourhood thugs, who took out their frustrations on him for debts his father had not paid, he grew strong.
Every day Anan put himself through a gruelling physical regime, training hard to become stronger than those who beat him. Eventually, his swollen body became hardened as iron, and one by one he took vengeance on those who had crippled his childhood. However, though he was successful in the martial world of street thuggery, he was a failiure in the academic one, and fell out of school with no qualification to his name.
It was after some years of being a kitchen porter, working at a posh hotel frequented by wealthy tourists, that Anan stumbled upon a Nigerian born colonel, who served with the fleet. The colonel saw something in Anan though he wasn't sure what, but it didn't matter much-- the young man was enthralled by the colonel's tales of space adventure and the financial benefits of serving in the military.
Anan signed himself up the next day, and has been a serving marine ever since. His brash and thuggish attitude was quickly beaten out of him, and now he carries around a much more relaxed - almost sedated- demeanour. He's popular with most people, and is always present at the marines' poker table.
As his mother was a devout Catholic, he has never been far from his indoctrinated belief in God. Sometimes his dogmatic view of things can get on peoples' nerves, but other times his actions and words can be a source of inspiration to those who need it most.
