NationStates Name: James Usari
Character Name: Col. Peter Smith-Parker
Age: 53
Gender: male
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Appearance:Allegiance: New York City Police
Weapons: Model 1860 light cavalry sabre, Colt Police Percussion revolver
Personality: A combination of hot-headedness and ease of mind finds itself in the personality of Smith-Parker. He normally is one for the more quiet parts of life, finding relaxation in a good scotch or a play. Whenever he’s given the chance, however, he will not hesitate to grab the sword, shout ‘Hallelujah’ and get into the fray. A pleasant man, overall.
Skills: A good fencer and a good shot, Peter is an officer through and through. He knows how to command on the battlefield, and how to drill men.
Bio: Peter Smith-Parker was born a Brit, five years before the battle of Waterloo. He was born to a true soldier’s family. His grandfather had fought the French in the French and Indian wars, his father had fought the colonial scum in the American War of Colonial Aggression, and he had served in Europe during Napoleon’s many coalition wars. The destiny of Peter seemed assured from the very beginning. He joined the military academy at a very young age, and was basically a battle-ready officer by the time he was finished.
This, he prove even more when his Lancaster Regiment was sent out abroad for service. Peter fought the Afghans during the disastrous Afghan wars, kicked some Latin butt in the Uruguayan Civil War, and, eventually, landed himself in the Crimean war, where he fought the Russian forces in famous battles like Balaclava. He fought as a true Brit would, with the sabre and the bayonet, trying to force his enemies from the fields or into the pits of hell. Both would be acceptable alternatives.
Although, that didn’t seem to be enough. Even though he was a competent officer, having performed many feats of heroism throughout all wars, he didn’t rise in rank fast enough. Even during the Crimean war, where he basically fought his way across the entire peninsula, the high command didn’t deem it necessary to promote him. Mostly because he wasn’t of noble blood. This aggrieved Peter to such an extent that he made a decision after the war was over. He would emigrate to the US. There, the slowly developing army was always looking for new officers with experience, so he took his wife with him and moved to New York, where he landed himself as an officer in the local militia.
This was his job, until the dreaded year 1860. Peter was one of the first men to volunteer, he had been sitting idly by for too long. They made him a colonel, gave him a regiment, and sent him off to fight the hated southern rebels. Off with their heads! During this campaign, he fought in various battles, the most important of which was the battle of Malvern Hill. Since the beginning of the war, Peter had loathed the American style of fighting. As a true bayonet leader, the constant shooting and reloading of the US soldiers got to him. He would have none of it. One or two volleys, at most, followed by a bayonet charge. That was how wars should be fought. Thus, when the Confederates charged his positions, he charged back.
Eventually, this action won him the day. But it came at a cost. During the charge, the Confederates had begun taking shots at his men, whom Peter was leading from the front. He received his reward for his heroism; a minie ball in the kneecap. He demanded to be carried towards the Confederate lines to take a few swings and shots, but to no avail. He had to be carried back to the camp, where a surgeon tried to remove his leg. The revolver Peter held helped dissuade him from that course, but the leg was never again what it was before. Peter was sent back to New York to help organise the police force there, while the war was claiming the best officers and soldiers. And that is where we find him today.