Name: Jacob Thomas Hunter
Age: 22
Race: Human (Sol System A.K.A. the Old System)
Sex: Male
Character Trait: Quick to Act
Character Personality: Jacob is a hothead that lives for confrontation, whether on the battlefield or off it. He's incredibly argumentative and inflammatory for the sake of it, holding the staunch belief that if you can't stand up for your ideals you may as well back down. He has a strong sense of "family" and looks after those in his circle, though problems may arise when members of his unit aren't in his clique. His respect is earned by deed, not by words, and he carries himself the same. Jacob won't talk himself up or brag about things he hasn't done.
The young man fancies himself a hardass after his first fight with the Bulwark unscathed and attempts to assert himself when convenient. Mostly to the new recruits who can't tell the difference between a vet and a pretender yet. His competitive nature often gets the best of him and he finds himself in unspoken rivalries with any that display a modicum of skill, whether or not he can match them in this area.
Character Background: Jacob Hunter originates from Jupiter long after the terraforming but still maintains the "Jupiter Pride" of living in a harsher environment than others even if those days are long past. He was a competitive member of his school track team, competing in the 110m Hurdle event and making it to conference before his stint in public education ended. Jacob never really returned to those high-intensity days of struggle and strong camaraderie before the war was knocking on his doorstep. He had achieved a scholarship to Gallion State on a combination of need requirements and selective application before attending college full time.
When the war had reached him the college students, being young and impressionable and most likely fighting fit, were among the first hit among the drafts. Jacob's number came up and off he went to the 588th. Not that he minded. Jacob was of the mindset that he would be fine, and he was technically right. The fledgling soldier has been in a grand total of one other battle in which he was fortunate enough to not take grievous injury, and he's spent his time since asserting this and ensuring that others follow his lead since he must be doing something right.
Curio: A piece of scorched metal from an up-armored vehicle, a war trophy from Jacob's first real skirmish.
Appearance
Jacob has a youthful look about him with his young face and tawny complexion. He's 5'9" tall but a middle-of-the-road 162lbs. Fit but not stacked, Jacob relies more on his lanky frame to surmount obstacles than to power through them. The obstacle course is his domain. His hair is tidy yet still holding personality with an upswept cowlick of considerable length compared to most other soldiers, nearly enough to get chewed out for. His expressions is nearly always judging, watching, ticking off boxes on a mental checklist only known to himself. He tends to go out of his way to add extra little bits to his uniform that he finds to be "cool", such as knee pads because he can and not because they're necessary.
