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Just one of the many faceless RPers on the internet. Been doing it for going on 7 years, now, and while looking at the beginning makes me cringe, I had fun. I'm probably a casual RPer, but I'm a tryhard, so I generally shoot for Advanced.

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Well, just posting to let you all know that I'm sorry for my inactivity, but you can expect a post to be churned out by me tomorrow! Still getting back into the swing of things and all.
And a post, just before I head off to bed! If there's any problems, let me know and I'll try to edit them out. Have to say, this has been really interesting so far. Can't wait to see how things shape up for the future.
"Echo Squad to Echo Quarters. Echo Squad to Echo Quarters. Echo Squad to Echo Quarters."
Maria shot a withering glare towards the bullhorn, and the intensity of it only grew after she heard something about "AI". She was hardly some Luddite, but even she had her limits. In this case, that limit was a stubborn refusal to be hurried along by some irritating, crackly voice from a bullhorn.

Maria gave the room she was in a last glance before slipping into the veritable river of people that thronged the lift. She quietly counted along with the digital timer, half-hoping to find something else to mentally complain about with the base's technology. It was better than merely following the flow of the new arrivals, feeling entirely too small and brain-dead. However, once the large clock ticked down to zero, the lift began its shuddering descent to the warehouse.

Once the lift reached the bottom, though, Maria scored the vindictive victory she had been searching for, mentally noting the colossal shelves... Almost all of which were bereft of anything that Maria would consider useful supplies. She hoped that the UN wasn't relying entirely on donations, because from the looks of things, that would quickly end in starvation. A brief thought flickered in her mind, that they could possibly be storing more food elsewhere, but she filed that thought away for later. She still had her quarters to find, and the crowd of new arrivals didn't seem like it would stop on its winding path through the facilities any time soon.
Honestly, the whole setup just seems a bit... Sad. You'd think the UN could do better, but I suppose they're penny-pinching, as always.
Despite her initial cheer at finding her suspicions that this place wasn't AS high-tech as the hangar suggested, Maria still felt a fleeting pang of disappointment. Sure, having her instincts proven right was one thing, but actually working for a competent, well-thought-out organization would be a whole different story. Still, she got over it, and steeled herself for the bureaucracy to come.

The group that she was in had almost made its way through Mission Control before Maria realized that they were out of the warehouse. She quietly scolded herself, and got a quick glance at the large, shadowy room before passing into the rather more brightly-lit hallway. Unfortunately, all the lightning did was serve the purpose of proving Maria's rather scathing regards to the place. It was an absolute mess, and Maria's opinion swerved wildly back and forth, like some pendulum, between the two extremes of irritation at how ridiculous the place looked, and a sort of pity, for both herself and her compatriots, who had to live in it.

As the group entered the barracks, it slowly started to dissolve and lose people to the various “sights”, if you could call them that, which the area offered. As Maria strolled on towards Echo Quarters, she dryly wondered how the hallway would look like if it was entirely rock. Of course, she didn't have to imagine TOO much paneling away in order to get that image.

This time, at least, Maria was prepared for the twang of disappointment on her heartstrings as she entered Echo Quarters. Honestly, she should've expected bunks. Individual rooms, apparently, were too much to ask for from an organization that can't even cover its own walls.
She collapsed into a bottom bunk on the wall opposite to the entrance, where she'd have a good view of people coming in and leaving. The bed wasn't soft, closer to the opposite, really, but as she crashed down onto it, causing the springs to squeak wildly at the new weight, she felt like she was in heaven after the long ride to this God-forsaken base. Maria uselessly fluffed at the single pillow, bare of any sort of cover, unfortunately, and slowly worked her way back up to a sitting position perpendicular to the direction of the bed, with her legs hanging off the side. Good. Looks like she was just short enough to be able to sit up in bed, without banging her head on the bottom of the top bunk.
Honestly, Maria was too exhausted to even give her fellow squadmates a cursory glance, and instead opted to rest her eyes for a few moments. Her legs dangling off the side of her bed, and the back of her head rested against the refreshingly cool wall behind her, Maria realized, This is the first moment I've had alone for hours...
Well... She was gonna enjoy this. Hopefully that damn bullhorn wouldn't sound again, or that her squadmates wouldn't be too loud while settling in. She wasn't optimistic, but the temporary, if illusory, alone-time gave her a brief flicker of hope. It didn't even cross her mind that she'd be called out of the quarters soon, or that someone might want to strike up a conversation. Hopefully her bunkmates would be courteous enough to realize that she wasn't in the mood to chat.
Just made my first post! Definitely not my best writing, but hopefully I managed to strike a good balance between making it quality and making it in a fair amount of time. Been a while since I've had to write like this, and it's nice to slowly get back into the swing of things.
Deserts.

Maria HATED deserts.

Oh, it wasn't the heat. Maria could easily deal with heat, though of course she preferred to be in an air conditioned environment. It wasn't the sand, either. Sand was irritating, but Maria could live with it, as it was only a minor inconvenience until she could get to the nearest shower. But deserts...
Deserts were empty. And Maria absolutely despised that. Nothing but dunes, as far as the eye could see. Mexico City may have been hot, but that heat wasn't just the sun, it was HUMAN heat. Things were lively, people were out, they were talking, they were doing something, existing! But in DESERTS, Maria mentally spat the word out in her mind, you only had yourself and whatever miserable person, or indeed people, that tagged along with you. Even simply flying above the desert made Maria grumpy.

Still, they arrived, though the journey was too long for Maria's tastes. Almost immediately, the group seemed to splinter into several conversations. Maria kept quiet, instead opting to get a look at the social landscape... Yeesh. Inwardly, she cringed as she noticed the American refused to put the safety on his rifle. Wasn't looking forward to working with THAT one... The female Marine looked promising, 'till she started to smoke. Yeah, no, Maria refused to deal with that kind of shit. Ugh, she desperately hoped that the barracks wouldn't stink of cigarette smoke.

However... Despite the obnoxious Americans, the rest of 'em seemed promising. Strong, silent types Maria could deal with, and the Chinese looked like that they'd at least be interesting to talk to. She didn't exactly think they'd be out fighting, much, so finding a good conversationalist to spend the time with wouldn't be the worst thing to do.

She knew that her country was trying to snuggle up to the Asian nations, but frankly, Maria couldn't give a damn about international politics. When she did tune in, everything the countries did just embarrassed her. ESPECIALLY programs like the one she was currently in. Honestly, what were they even expected to do? She figured that this program would be lounging around in the barracks, if they were even done. The facilities didn't exactly impress her all too much- until they popped into that li'l ol' hangar.

Holy shit... Maria thought, and realized that the UN wasn't playing around, despite how completely nuts the thing looked from the outside. She continued the remain silent, trailing behind the rest of the group, as she tried to absorb every single detail about the place. She got more than a few suspicious glares from workers, but Maria was far too wrapped up in trying to practically memorize the layout of this hangar. This development changed her views on QUITE a few different things, and she caught up to the rest of the group just in time to see the checkpoint guard.

Great, a Russian...
Despite her mental grumbling, though, she wasn't terribly disappointed. It wasn't this guy's fault that his country was a bizarre Frankenstein mix of a schoolyard bully and a former global superpower. Whatever B.S. Russia pulled, one thing was constant: Maria was surprised that they'd even think about making a move like that. The guard, to his credit, didn't pester Maria much. Her paperwork was all in order, despite her having had several urges to mess them up so she could go back home. Then again, it probably wouldn't be home that she'd be sent to, if she was found this far in a secretive UN program without proper paperwork...

Maria glanced down at her papers yet again, and at the various groups ahead that were splintering off. Ah, jeez. Echo Squad. By the looks of things, she'd be partnered up with those Americans. Still, from what she could tell, the group wouldn't be ALL terrible. Maybe, just maybe, things wouldn't be as terrible as she figured they'd be...

Ah, screw it, her luck's been running firmly against her, lately. Might as well prepare for the worst. Maria quietly sidled up to the group, trying to find a comfortable position that wouldn't make her stand out. She knew that she was going to know these people eventually, but she sure as hell was gonna at least try to figure out who deserves respect BEFORE she starts handing out friendship passes.
Sorry for the fairly late response, but my job's been taking over my life, heh. Anyways, I fixed everything you asked me to, including the height! Note that really, the main changes were in the latter half of the bio, after Maria enlists, so you don't really need to waste your time by looking over EVERYTHING ELSE again.

UNXIPU Enlistment Form Section 1 - Personal Particulars A

First Name/Given Name: Maria.

Surname/Family Name/Last Name: Salcedo.

Age: 31.

Birthdate: August 15th, 1989.

Gender: Female.

Sexual Orientation(Optional): Straight.

Blood-Type: A-.

Race: Hispanic.

Height: About 1.7 metres.

Weight: She weighs in at around 58 kilograms.

Appearance/Description: Maria is not exactly the most imposing physical specimen. Her muscles are obviously well-defined, but her choice of overly-baggy clothing almost entirely hides it. A sound tactical choice, but one that often draws ridicule from those she works with. At one and a half metres, she has to look up to almost everyone and everything, however, she manages to keep a straight face about it, and laughs at the short jokes. She's a very plain woman, not extremely attractive. A fairly normal face, brown eyes, dark hair, middle-ish cheekbones, a slightly upturned nose, and a pair of ears that stick out a bit too much. In fact, if you've never seen her in action, Maria seems extremely... Normal. The only “unique” thing about her is her ethnicity, which she hardly cares about. Yet despite her height, her body, and essentially everything that causes people to underestimate her, Maria is a battle-hardened veteran with several scars, from where she didn't duck in time. A particularly long one cuts through her stomach, but several miscellaneous ones criss-cross their ways up and down her arms and legs. Her hands, in particular, bear the marks of an unpleasant couple of days spent tied to a chair in a basement, and several of her fingers are still quite crooked.

UNXIPU Enlistment Form Section 2 - Personal Particulars B

Nationality: Mexican.

City/Town/Village of Origin: Mexico City.

Educational Background: “Self-educated”, didn't finish high school.

Political Background: Apolitical.

Interests/Hobbies: Recreational shooting, binge-watching TV shows on Netflix, trying to catch up on her failed education.

Personality: Maria is a VERY blunt person. She doesn't mince words, and thinks that life's too short to try and keep a bunch of little lies and such going. Unfortunately, her honesty, and tendency to not mince words means that she has trouble making friends. She doesn't try to offend people, and isn't anti-social, and would quite like to make a circle of friends. However, she doesn't exactly have an advantage on that front. Maria, internally, is actually an optimist. Despite seeing some of the worst that humanity has to offer, she's also seen the improvements that have come so rapidly to the situation in Mexico. Often, though, she doesn't actually show that optimism, as she fears that she may be ridiculed as unrealistic. Indeed, socially, Maria is actually very insecure. She has several core values that she refuses to compromise on, and will stick to those as long as she lives, but once you thrust her into a normal, everyday conversation, she grows extremely quiet and, indeed, tends to yield leadership to others. Maria is happy to be in a subordinate role, having been in one for years now, and actually going out and fulfilling orders, doing things herself instead of delegating to others, gives her the most satisfaction.

Biography: Maria was born on a sweltering August evening, after an extremely stressful marathon of several hours of her mother struggling to give birth. However, in the end, both child and mother made it through alive, if not exhausted and slightly blood-splattered. Maria's extended family celebrated almost immediately, as her mother had been wanting for a daughter for quite some time. Unfortunately, Maria's mother wouldn't get exactly what she wanted. Growing up, Maria was a very bright child. Certainly not SMART, but Maria picked up on things very fast, and could watch people for hours on end, if her mother would let her. She struggled with her early schooling, finding that she'd much rather play outside with her many brothers and cousins, rather than stay inside and learn about grammar or mathematics. This, naturally, disappointed Maria's mother, since she was looking forward to a precious little girl to raise, after the stress of bringing up three boys that were all close in age. Unfortunately, Maria ended up more precocious than precious.

However, despite her longing for a real adventure to go on with her older brothers, whom she looked up to like demigods, Maria's early childhood was extremely uneventful. She'd argue with her mother occasionally, make up with her, struggle through her schoolwork, and eventually would give up on it and go outside to play. Maria grew up in an impoverished family, her father barely scraping by, trying to run a barbershop out of the ground floor of his home. Despite, or perhaps because of, the extremely destitute area they lived in, he had to pay monthly “insurance” to the local cartel men that came by monthly. However, despite this, Maria's brothers actually loved to see the well-armed men come into their home, and so Maria shortly followed suit. And, indeed, despite their criminal status, the cartel men returned their enthusiasm, entertaining the young boys and girl by letting them try and hold their heavy rifles.

It wasn't to last. Things in the Mexico City cartel scene aren't exactly black-and-white, no matter how well you're treated, in the end, if you miss payments, and then continue to miss payments, you won't come out unscathed. One night, the men that Maria and her siblings had come to love so swung on by to their house, demanding for Maria's father to come on out. Of course, she happily led her sleepy father to the door, and... Well. No matter how hard she tried to not see what went on, peeking through fingers, she saw them break her father's hands.

That was that for Maria. As soon as 2007 came to past and she turned 18, she joined up with the Federal District Police, hoping to bring some order to her chaotic life and city. At first, she was supposed to simply join the blue-uniformed Sectoral Police, however, the year was 2007, and the cartels were hanging onto what they had left with a death-grip. So, she got lumped into División de Investigación, where she found out she'd be mostly doing investigations work, instead of trying to, say, take down the cartels like she wanted to. Despite this, she began to half-slouch her way up the ranks... Before almost entirely losing all momentum, and stagnated at Private First Class. It wasn't that she was lazy, it was simply because the job wasn't exactly what she had imagined it would be. Bribery and corruption were treated as commonplace things, despite the fact that the cartels were slowly being beaten back. Maria had hoped that she would be out there HELPING solve these problems, but as an Investigations Officer, she hardly even got to patrol. Despite her belief in the police beginning to crack, however, she did her best to try and help people, taking any small-scale case that she could, that would skirt around the notice of the higher-ups. Of course, staying on the straight and narrow grew VERY hard after a while, and she was threatened by more than just a few thugs who weren't afraid to get physical, but Maria still had enough faith in herself, though not the rest of the department, to continue. Despite not climbing the chain of command, Maria felt comfortable in her position at the bottom. She got to interact with people more, and could at least joke around occasionally. Plus, she was terrified of failing and getting people under her command killed. So, she kept on making a quiet change on her own...

And change did indeed come. Since her initial enlistment in 2007, Maria saw VAST improvements in the department, and Mexico City as well. They were actually WINNING against the cartels, as completely insane as that sounded, and Maria gained a bit more faith in the rest of the police. It was a slow, messy, and terribly costly victory, but the satisfaction of knowing that she'd be helping future generations kept Maria going, and actually prompted her to collaborate a bit more with her fellow employees in the department.

Then, almost out of the blue, she got called to the office of, of all people, her Sergeant! She was apparently due to be volunteered to some odd UN program or another. Maria, unfortunately, wasn't informed of all the details. However, her sergeant “praised” her for her unflinching dedication to, ahem, investigational integrity. Of course, the man seemed to have smelled something unpleasant as he said this, however, a more amused look on his face popped up when he told her where she'd be going: Africa. Maria was fairly infamous in the department, her snagging almost all of the smaller cases, yet still managing to stay near the bottom of the chain of command, was looked on with intense amusement by the rookies, and with disappointment and irritation by her superiors. And, in this case, the superior in question, her sergeant, decided to DO something about it. Sending Maria to some God-forsaken desert for a good, long time ought to teach her a lesson, and get her constant nagging and pestering about taking kickbacks out of the way.

Despite her internal protesting, orders were orders, and Maria had long-resigned herself to the fact that she couldn't do everything on her own. So, she saluted the Sergeant, packed her things, and by the end of the week, was on her way to UNXIPU, whatever the heck it was supposed to be.

UNXIPU Enlistment Form Section 3 - Service Record

Previous Service Affiliation/s: Policía Federal Preventiva (Federal Preventive Police).

Previous Unit/s: División de Investigación (Investigation Department)

Current Vocation/Specialisation: Private First Class in the División de Investigación.

Previous Vocation/s/Specialisation/s: N/A.

Formal Training & Skills Attained: Maria was mostly trained for investigations work, meaning that her combat experience is less than what could be expected of, say, a normal patrolman. However, the reality of living in the center of Mexico City means that she rapidly became handy with a handgun, and has learned more than just the basics of using a machine gun.

Informally Recognised Skills Attained: Counter-Interrogation skills, urban “free-running” while pursuing suspects.

Current Native Rank: Private First Class.

Previous Native Rank/s: Private.

Years of Security/Police/Military Service: 13.

History of Active Combat Deployments: N/A.

Awards/Medals/Certificates/Citations Achieved: N/A.

Others:

UNXIPU Enlistment Form Section 4 - Packing List

Uniforms/Clothing Manifest: Black fatigues, boots, and civilian clothes.

Protective Gear Manifest: A single, fairly old tactical vest is all.

Field Equipment Manifest: A battered old pair of binoculars and a Swiss Army Knife, with tools such as the titular knife, a screwdriver, can opener, magnifying glass, and corkscrew.

Weapons/Ammunitions Manifest: An older Beretta 92F and an IMI Tavor TAR-21, with plenty of the corresponding ammunition for each, 9x19 Parabellum and 5.56×45mm NATO, respectively.

Others:
This is my first time filling out a character sheet this exhaustive, or really any character sheet on this site. Hope I didn't do too badly!

UNXIPU Enlistment Form Section 1 - Personal Particulars A

First Name/Given Name: Maria.

Surname/Family Name/Last Name: Salcedo.

Age: 31.

Birthdate: August 15th, 1989.

Gender: Female.

Sexual Orientation(Optional): Straight.

Blood-Type: A-.

Race: Hispanic.

Height: About 1.5 metres.

Weight: She weighs in at around 58 kilograms.

Appearance/Description: Maria is not exactly the most imposing physical specimen. Her muscles are obviously well-defined, but her choice of overly-baggy clothing almost entirely hides it. A sound tactical choice, but one that often draws ridicule from those she works with. At one and a half metres, she has to look up to almost everyone and everything, however, she manages to keep a straight face about it, and laughs at the short jokes. She's a very plain woman, not extremely attractive. A fairly normal face, brown eyes, dark hair, middle-ish cheekbones, a slightly upturned nose, and a pair of ears that stick out a bit too much. In fact, if you've never seen her in action, Maria seems extremely... Normal. The only “unique” thing about her is her ethnicity, which she hardly cares about. Yet despite her height, her body, and essentially everything that causes people to underestimate her, Maria is a battle-hardened veteran with several scars, from where she didn't duck in time. A particularly long one cuts through her stomach, but several miscellaneous ones criss-cross their ways up and down her arms and legs. Her hands, in particular, bear the marks of an unpleasant couple of days spent tied to a chair in a basement, and several of her fingers are still quite crooked.

UNXIPU Enlistment Form Section 2 - Personal Particulars B

Nationality: Mexican.

City/Town/Village of Origin: Mexico City.

Educational Background: “Self-educated”, didn't finish high school.

Political Background: Apolitical.

Interests/Hobbies: Recreational shooting, binge-watching TV shows on Netflix, trying to catch up on her failed education.

Personality: Maria is a VERY blunt person. She doesn't mince words, and thinks that life's too short to try and keep a bunch of little lies and such going. Unfortunately, her honesty, and tendency to not mince words means that she has trouble making friends. She doesn't try to offend people, and isn't anti-social, and would quite like to make a circle of friends. However, she doesn't exactly have an advantage on that front. Maria, internally, is actually an optimist. Despite seeing some of the worst that humanity has to offer, she's also seen the improvements that have come so rapidly to the situation in Mexico. Often, though, she doesn't actually show that optimism, as she fears that she may be ridiculed as unrealistic. Indeed, socially, Maria is actually very insecure. She has several core values that she refuses to compromise on, and will stick to those as long as she lives, but once you thrust her into a normal, everyday conversation, she grows extremely quiet and, indeed, tends to yield leadership to others. Maria is happy to be in a subordinate role, having been in one for years now, and actually going out and fulfilling orders, doing things herself instead of delegating to others, gives her the most satisfaction.

Biography: Maria was born on a sweltering August evening, after an extremely stressful marathon of several hours of her mother struggling to give birth. However, in the end, both child and mother made it through alive, if not exhausted and slightly blood-splattered. Maria's extended family celebrated almost immediately, as her mother had been wanting for a daughter for quite some time. Unfortunately, Maria's mother wouldn't get exactly what she wanted. Growing up, Maria was a very bright child. Certainly not SMART, but Maria picked up on things very fast, and could watch people for hours on end, if her mother would let her. She struggled with her early schooling, finding that she'd much rather play outside with her many brothers and cousins, rather than stay inside and learn about grammar or mathematics. This, naturally, disappointed Maria's mother, since she was looking forward to a precious little girl to raise, after the stress of bringing up three boys that were all close in age. Unfortunately, Maria ended up more precocious than precious.

However, despite her longing for a real adventure to go on with her older brothers, whom she looked up to like demigods, Maria's early childhood was extremely uneventful. She'd argue with her mother occasionally, make up with her, struggle through her schoolwork, and eventually would give up on it and go outside to play. Maria grew up in an impoverished family, her father barely scraping by, trying to run a barbershop out of the ground floor of his home. Despite, or perhaps because of, the extremely destitute area they lived in, he had to pay monthly “insurance” to the local cartel men that came by monthly. However, despite this, Maria's brothers actually loved to see the well-armed men come into their home, and so Maria shortly followed suit. And, indeed, despite their criminal status, the cartel men returned their enthusiasm, entertaining the young boys and girl by letting them try and hold their heavy rifles.

It wasn't to last. Things in the Mexico City cartel scene aren't exactly black-and-white, no matter how well you're treated, in the end, if you miss payments, and then continue to miss payments, you won't come out unscathed. One night, the men that Maria and her siblings had come to love so swung on by to their house, demanding for Maria's father to come on out. Of course, she happily led her sleepy father to the door, and... Well. No matter how hard she tried to not see what went on, peeking through fingers, she saw them break her father's hands.

That was that for Maria. As soon as she turned 18, she joined up with the Federal District Police, hoping to bring some order to her chaotic life and city. At first, she was supposed to simply join the blue-uniformed Sectoral Police, however, the year was 2007, and the cartels were hanging onto what they had left with a death-grip. So, she got lumped into División de Investigación, where she found out she'd be mostly doing investigations work, instead of trying to, say, take down the cartels like she wanted to. Despite this, she managed to slouch her way up the ranks. It wasn't that she was lazy, it was simply because the job wasn't exactly what she had imagined it would be. Bribery and corruption were treated as commonplace things, despite the fact that the cartels were slowly being beaten back. Yet Maria refused to engage in any sort of corruption, and did her best to stay on the straight and narrow. This obviously meant that she didn't go very far up the chain of command, at all, and she suspects that more than a few times higher-ups had attempted to hire people to take her life. However, she continued her quiet “crusade” against all the corruption in the department.

Then, almost out of the blue, she got called to the office of, of all people, her Sergeant! She was apparently due to be volunteered to some odd UN program or another. Maria, unfortunately, wasn't informed of all the details. However, her sergeant “praised” her for her unflinching dedication to, ahem, investigational integrity. Of course, the man seemed to have smelled something unpleasant as he said this, however, a more amused look on his face popped up when he told her where she'd be going: Africa.
Of course, Maria realized what was really going on. Despite the fact that the cartels had largely been beaten back, and Mexico was on its way to a slow recovery, taking bribes is a hard habit to drop, whether they're from cartels or run-of-the-mill criminals. This way, she'd be out of the sergeant's hair, and he could do as he pleased. However, orders were orders, and Maria had long-resigned herself to the fact that she couldn't do everything on her own. So, she saluted the Sergeant, packed her things, and by the end of the week, was on her way to UNXIPU, whatever the heck it was supposed to be.

UNXIPU Enlistment Form Section 3 - Service Record

Previous Service Affiliation/s: Policía Federal Preventiva (Federal Preventive Police).

Previous Unit/s: División de Investigación (Investigation Department)

Current Vocation/Specialisation: Private First Class in the División de Investigación.

Previous Vocation/s/Specialisation/s: N/A.

Formal Training & Skills Attained: Maria was mostly trained for investigations work, meaning that her combat experience is less than what could be expected of, say, a normal patrolman. However, the reality of living in the center of Mexico City means that she rapidly became handy with a handgun, and has learned more than just the basics of using a machine gun.

Informally Recognised Skills Attained: Counter-Interrogation skills, urban “free-running” while pursuing suspects.

Current Native Rank: Private First Class.

Previous Native Rank/s: Private.

Years of Security/Police/Military Service: 13.

History of Active Combat Deployments: N/A.

Awards/Medals/Certificates/Citations Achieved: N/A.

Others:

UNXIPU Enlistment Form Section 4 - Packing List

Uniforms/Clothing Manifest: Black fatigues, boots, and civilian clothes.

Protective Gear Manifest: A single, fairly old tactical vest is all.

Field Equipment Manifest: A battered old pair of binoculars and a Swiss Army Knife, with tools such as the titular knife, a screwdriver, can opener, magnifying glass, and corkscrew.

Weapons/Ammunitions Manifest: An older Beretta 92F and an IMI Tavor TAR-21, with plenty of the corresponding ammunition for each, 9x19 Parabellum and 5.56×45mm NATO, respectively.

Others:
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