Name: Damion Turner
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Occupation: Former Marine, ex-military contractor
Appearance:
Equipment:
M4
Beretta M9
KBAR Knife
PMC-Grade Kevlar
Canteen
Tent
Gas mask
Rations
Skills:
Good shot- He qualified as a marksman and can hit most things towards the maximum range of his rifle, when he's sober that is.
Tactical- A nice way of saying he doesn't get into shit that doesn't involve him.
Hand-to-Hand Combat- He passed the Marine's Martial Arts program with flying colors.
Intelligent- He can lead when he needs to, but if he's leading you, you better shut the fuck up and just listen to him.
Weaknesses:
PTSD- He's seen some shit, man.. You weren't there! You don't know what it was like, man!
Heavy Drinker- Ish jush been a few drinksh man, no problemsh.
Blunt- If he doesn't like you, you won't be left wondering. He'll tell you.
Reckless- He doesn't really care anymore, so he can do some dumb stuff.
Personality: Described by most as a "massive dick", he usually scoffs them off, but never really denies it. He takes no bullshit when he's in charge and will not hesitate to rip you three new assholes if you fuck up. He also swears more than a tin can full of submariners at a truck stop.
Biography: Born in 1985 in Mobile, Alabama, Damion was raised by a family with a history of military service in the Marine Corps, his father and uncles having served in the Marines in Vietnam, and both of his grandfathers serving in the Pacific and Korea in the Corps. Damion and his twin brother enlisted in the Marines on their eighteenth birthday, and shipped out to Afghanistan as soon as they finished their tenure in the School of Infantry. He and his twin brother were assigned to separate units, but continued to communicate with each other as they were still very close with each other. However one day Damion learned his brother was killed by an IED, and the ensuing depression led to Damion being medically discharged at the rank of Corporal. Not being able to adjust to civilian life, he joined up with a PMC to stay with the rigors of combat, which he felt at home in. He has never returned home to Mobile, save for once to attend his brother's funeral, but still writes to his parents regularly. Since leaving the PMC, he made his way to Nevada once the Zone was formed, trying his hand at making quite a bit of money despite the dangers of the Zone.
Roleplay Experience: Bruh.
ID CODE: 1997 (DO NOT REMOVE)