Appliquation:
Name: Kelly Regina
Age: 17
Rank: Lance Corporal, USMC
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality: Prickly as a porcupine with the emotional range of an electric toaster
Likes: Nope
Dislikes: Nuh uh
Skills: A year of experience has allowed her to learn how to adapt to the harsh environment of Vietnam as well as how to get the most range from her flamethrower
Hobbies/Interests: Not happening
Ability: Healing
Flaws: Being a frontline unit has docked some of her self-preservation instincts.
Equipment:
- M67A2 "Zippo" pattern striker unit w/ standard gear and shielding and "DETROIT STEEL" written on the right leg
- CVC T56-6 Helmet w/ goggles and "Yspi Girl" written on it
- Colt 1911A1
- Standard web gear
- M1955 flak jacket
- ALICE pack
Birthplace: Ypsilanti, MI
Ethnicity: Red-blooded Liberion
Political views: Better dead than red
Religious views: God-fearing
Education:
- Marine Corps Boot Camp - Parris Island
- Infantry Training Regiment - Camp Pendleton
- Marine Corps Tank School - Fort Knox
Biography: Kelly lived most of her life in the relatively small town of Ypsilanti, Michigan. A town mostly known for Eastern Michigan University and being fairly liberal (they would pass legislation to soften the fines for marijuana possession in the coming years), but that didn't stop the Red Scare from having it's influence. Kelly's father was predominantly anti-communist and her mother was very much the stay at home mom. She learned much of how the communists were evil but she never really understood it as much until China went red and the rest of Southeast Asia seemed to want to follow suit. And then the words "Domino Effect" started getting thrown around.
Kelly didn't know what really made her enlist. She's forgotten and hasn't thought to go over it again. The first year in Nam was harsh. Battling the enemy was only the half of it. She was fighting the very country itself in all aspects: The jungle, the insects, the plants, the animals. It seemed that every bit of this nation wanted to kill her, or at least make her life as miserable as possible. Not only that, but she was one of the few "Zippo" witches fielded in the jungle, and after so many times she had to listen as the people she lit on fire screamed bloody murder, she eventually grew numb. It was war, but not as she'd known it in the history books back then. It was a very personal war.
RP Sample: TBA