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ButtsnBallsName: Melanie Callaway
Nickname: N/A
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: American
Rank: E-4 Corporal
Role: Reconnaissance
Appearance: 5' 11', 145 lb. Auburn hair and a stocky frame. A few scars and a Ranger tab tattoo on her back.
In-Depth Personality: Melanie isn't quick to panic. She prefers doing things quietly with surprise. A preference for subtlety makes her more cautious. Though somewhere in the middle with height and weight, taking things slow is her nature. Melanie isn't a fast runner unless she has to be. She also tends to be quiet and a bit lazy outside of battle. She doesn't drink, smoke, or does usually anything beyond reading and listening to music. She's a simple woman of simple tastes who finds relaxation in and out of the field. Her time in the Army led her to let the others do most of the thinking, but she isn't hesitant if someone's life is on the line.
Character background: Melanie was born in rural Hell, Michigan, out on a farm. Growing up outside the city led to a quiet but active childhood. Though helping out on the farm wasn't her favorite thing to do, she found little results in complaining about the work she was asked to do. A small farm on the end of it's life meant that she didn't have to do it for long, and when her parents got jobs elsewhere and sold off all of the main equipment and everything, Melanie found her life somewhat lacking. She was happy to not have to work, but she didn't have much else. Of course, going to school was a requirement for everyone so she at least had that to look forward to. Classes dragged on and on, and she found herself soon missing her time helping her father out back home.
It was here that she found a love of reading. Despite boring required reading by the public school system, she found enjoyment out of books. Melanie sought out non-fiction books about old historic time periods. She learned a lot about the military, and had a soft spot for the old west. She got her hands on just about everything she could, and even picked up some from the stores when she went out with her mother into town. Ever one to continue her passion, she often shut herself in her room and laid about, reading page after page. Her grades were above average and a comprehensive reading habit allowed her to excel up from her other classmates when it came to lessons and textbook passages. She was often poked fun of for being such a bookworm, but her time on the farm and in her father's company taught her not to settle for anyone else's trouble. And so, she was usually in the principal's office for fighting with other kids who tried making fun of her.
As time wore on, so did she. Her stories of history that she so loved brewed a calling in her to join the military. Though it wouldn't be easy, Melanie worked on her physical form almost as much as she had her brain over her years. At age 18, she enlisted in the Army and attended Ranger school. As usual, the physical strain was the toughest battle for her to overcome, but eventually she landed her slot in the 75th. Days spent out in the Middle East were a lot different than back home, especially with the line of work she found herself in. The cost of war weighs on everyone, but some carry unseen scars. Melanie, though wounded a few times on occasion, remained strong enough to continue fighting during an awful firefight. She did not what was asked of her, but what was expected of her in such a situation, and continued to operate despite her capacity. With others at the helm of command, she helped organize a MEDEVAC for the wounded before being taken out of the zone herself for shrapnel wounds inflicted by an enemy RPG.
Melanie was offered a job as she laid in the hospital bed during her recovery after the War on Terror was finally over. The man in the suit didn't say much about it, but other than she was perfect for the job.
Loadout:
**No rocket launchers of any sort. Grenade launchers count for gadget and are only used by certain roles. We will be strict about unrealistic weapons and ammo. Keep it realistic**
**By putting this CS up in the OOC for approval, you have read all of the rules and have agreed to have fun. Welcome to the RP, my friend :)**
Gotta head out for now. Be back after the dinner.
Nickname: N/A
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: American
Rank: E-4 Corporal
Role: Reconnaissance
Appearance: 5' 11', 145 lb. Auburn hair and a stocky frame. A few scars and a Ranger tab tattoo on her back.
In-Depth Personality: Melanie isn't quick to panic. She prefers doing things quietly with surprise. A preference for subtlety makes her more cautious. Though somewhere in the middle with height and weight, taking things slow is her nature. Melanie isn't a fast runner unless she has to be. She also tends to be quiet and a bit lazy outside of battle. She doesn't drink, smoke, or does usually anything beyond reading and listening to music. She's a simple woman of simple tastes who finds relaxation in and out of the field. Her time in the Army led her to let the others do most of the thinking, but she isn't hesitant if someone's life is on the line.
Character background: Melanie was born in rural Hell, Michigan, out on a farm. Growing up outside the city led to a quiet but active childhood. Though helping out on the farm wasn't her favorite thing to do, she found little results in complaining about the work she was asked to do. A small farm on the end of it's life meant that she didn't have to do it for long, and when her parents got jobs elsewhere and sold off all of the main equipment and everything, Melanie found her life somewhat lacking. She was happy to not have to work, but she didn't have much else. Of course, going to school was a requirement for everyone so she at least had that to look forward to. Classes dragged on and on, and she found herself soon missing her time helping her father out back home.
It was here that she found a love of reading. Despite boring required reading by the public school system, she found enjoyment out of books. Melanie sought out non-fiction books about old historic time periods. She learned a lot about the military, and had a soft spot for the old west. She got her hands on just about everything she could, and even picked up some from the stores when she went out with her mother into town. Ever one to continue her passion, she often shut herself in her room and laid about, reading page after page. Her grades were above average and a comprehensive reading habit allowed her to excel up from her other classmates when it came to lessons and textbook passages. She was often poked fun of for being such a bookworm, but her time on the farm and in her father's company taught her not to settle for anyone else's trouble. And so, she was usually in the principal's office for fighting with other kids who tried making fun of her.
As time wore on, so did she. Her stories of history that she so loved brewed a calling in her to join the military. Though it wouldn't be easy, Melanie worked on her physical form almost as much as she had her brain over her years. At age 18, she enlisted in the Army and attended Ranger school. As usual, the physical strain was the toughest battle for her to overcome, but eventually she landed her slot in the 75th. Days spent out in the Middle East were a lot different than back home, especially with the line of work she found herself in. The cost of war weighs on everyone, but some carry unseen scars. Melanie, though wounded a few times on occasion, remained strong enough to continue fighting during an awful firefight. She did not what was asked of her, but what was expected of her in such a situation, and continued to operate despite her capacity. With others at the helm of command, she helped organize a MEDEVAC for the wounded before being taken out of the zone herself for shrapnel wounds inflicted by an enemy RPG.
Melanie was offered a job as she laid in the hospital bed during her recovery after the War on Terror was finally over. The man in the suit didn't say much about it, but other than she was perfect for the job.
Loadout:
- Ohio Ordinance Works HCAR w/ suppressor, M145 Machine Gun Optic, angled foregrip
- Rock Island Armory 1911 w/ threaded barrel and suppressor
- 2 M84 Flashbangs, 2 M83 Smoke grenades
- Ontario Knife Company M9 Bayonet
- Magnetic vision goggles
- Rappel rope, emergency boot knife, low-power binoculars, gas mask.
**No rocket launchers of any sort. Grenade launchers count for gadget and are only used by certain roles. We will be strict about unrealistic weapons and ammo. Keep it realistic**
**By putting this CS up in the OOC for approval, you have read all of the rules and have agreed to have fun. Welcome to the RP, my friend :)**
Gotta head out for now. Be back after the dinner.
