Name|Rank|Role:
Rainier "Eskimo" Fletcher | Staff Sergeant [SSG] [E-7] | [Squad Leader] [11B] [Secondary Marksman]
Age|Height|Weight:
26 | 183cm | 83kg
D.O.B|Birthplace|Nationality
22/10/1945 | Anchorage, Alaska | American
Sex|Sexuality:
Male | Hetero
Appearance Image & Description:
Biography:
Rainier Fletcher, often refereed to simply as Fletch or Finn by his parents, was born in 1945 to World War Two veteran Irwyn Fletcher and his wife Maria Fischer, and immigrant from Germany who had come to America as a student before the war and had stayed once it begun, in a small neighborhood just outside of Anchorage Alaska. Fletch's early childhood was largely full of rummaging around the woods of his childhood, as his neighborhood was quite far from the down town area of Anchorage, and thus separated largely from the vast majority of people and requiring a fifteen mile trek from home to the docks for works each day. As a child Fletch grew up very independently, despite being an only child, his mother having been very sickly since his birth [eventually dying in 1964 due to an Earthquake] and his Father often going away for long periods of time on fishing trips. As such Fletcher largely grew up learning everything first hand, and getting a majority of his education on life and in general in a self taught manner, as his family was subtly sacrilegious and thus most concepts on life were left up to the formulating of young Fletcher. However, some boons of his independence were a naturally independent if slightly uncaring attitude from the young boy and even at a young age was noted to be very mellow in nature if slightly aloof, and often got sever scolding for spacing out, yet he was never considered a terrible student by any measure and carried his own weight when it was needed.
Even after his father's death at sea on his first day of high school, he took the news surprisingly well, seemingly unphased by the incident at least from what others could note, but in reality it likely hit him quite hard as he skipped several days of school afterwards and simply camped out for the first week of school. Upon returning he was more or less his normal mellow self, though noticeable a bit more laid back than usual, though he was never known to be much of an uptight person. And despite his outwardly dislike towards small talk towards strangers, he managed to secure himself the position as a Captain on a local Rugby Team before he graduated high school, due in part to his assertiveness. His high school life since Freshman Year was largely uneventful, yet the one thing that stuck out was the old journal of his father's he found not long after his death. It held many of the stories he had heard before and upon finishing it decided he would enlist. He had little other aims, and since joining the great fishing boats was out of the question he elected to enlist much like his father had done nearly twenty years earlier, hearing much the same call to join as his father had upon hearing the stories of his father. Not ones of glory, but of adventure and camaraderie like none other in the world.
Upon enlisting he found himself relatively at home in the military. Work was hard, but he was used to work and work in the freezing temperatures of the Alaskan winters was one that you learned quickly to accepted when the fridge temperatures haunted you at every step one would take outside his home. Though early on in training he suffered a bout of heat exhaustion very early, and though he did not complain about it, his Sergeant and fellow bunk-mates were quick to chime in and upon learning of his origins fitted him with the name of Eskimo and often joked that he was quite a bit far from home for a snowman, which was in some ways true. The blistering Heat aside he passed through training relatively easily, finishing towards the upper middle of his class, excelling at many of the land navigation excersizes, his natural sense of direction and sharps eyes allow for him to assess the terrain and come up with cunning movements, and in 1964 officially graduated from Basic as an Infantryman and was sent over to the 4th Battalion, 39th Infantry, 9th Division in New Jersey where the slightly cooler temperature allowed for easier life style during peacetime. However, in 1966 with the Vietnam War now a year under way, his Battalion was deployed along with her sisters in country to serve in the war. By this time Fletch had achieved the rank of Corporal and went over as a fire team leader. Once in-country Fletcher began to show his true colors, and the largely gravely voiced boy who spoke few words that were not orders or stories made his skills known, having a naturally assertive personality and a seemingly grave lack of self-preservation or fear, a skill perhaps honed during his many years playing Rugby. Nonetheless, his accomplishments and by 1968 had already achieved the rank of Sergeant, and upon volunteering for the newly announced Sniper School, was among one of the few many picked from his Battalion and many others like it. Upon Graduating from the School, officially refereed to as AMU, he had little time to try out his new skills before he was shuffled over to prepare for a massive operation of which he would be taking part. In the Delta during this operation would be his first chance to prove himself as one of the Army's newest snipers and impress he did as by the end of the Operation the following year he had already confirmed a total of seventeen kills, six of which were conducted during night operations, which he thoroughly was reported to have enjoyed much more than the day operations that required him to sit in the often hot sun for hours upon a time, despite the fact a vast majority of his kills came from such operations. Though the crowning moment would come later in 1969 after setting off on a two day hike for an enemy logisitics trail. Positioned out among one of the many brush paths used by the VC for logistics he came across a unit about two platoons moving through one of the many trails. Cut off and without a radio, the young Sergeant of twenty-three elected to tail the group for a total of four days, picking off targets from the bush, laying traps from their own munitions, and interrupting their travels where ever he could, and largely living off the scraps picked off the enemies corpses, often forcing him to back track several miles during the times the enemy would rest. By the time the four day trip was over, Sergeant Fletcher Wandered into Company headquarters, his uniform more mud than cloth, all of his ammo exhausted including that of his pistol, and upon being asked where he had been was reported to have simply replied, "I don't know, but I don't think I'll ever eat rice again." in a manner of dry humor that was typical for the man's quick retorts. For his action which resulted in the deaths of a confirmed twelve enemy soldiers, though he personally estimated he directly or indirectly killed several more, earned him recognition in the form of the Distinguished Service Cross.
For the next three years until the GATE incident, Sergeant Fletcher, until a promotion a few months later landed him the rank of Staff Sergeant, spent it largely engaging on a number of operation in the same areas that the 4th battalion had been assigned to, tallying up an additional sixteen confirmed kills and a great dozen more unconfirmed before being rotated back home, just in time for the GATE incident, and while originally stationed in New Jersey during this time, upon the outbreak in Kansas, his unit was quickly rushed to the sight of the GATE and was instructed to join in with the fighting already happening 'across the way' as it was being refereed to, the term Unknown Region [UZ] not emerging until the aftermath. It was during this initial fighting in the first two days that he gained an additional twelve Confirmed kills, and countless unconfirmed, simply due to the nature of the fighting. Now with the fighting dying down around the FOB being established on the other side, and with nearly 57 confirmed kills combined on both sides of the breach, he has volunteered to join the 97th Mech for a scouting mission across the Breach...
Personality: Will be better developed ICly, but...Fletcher is a seemingly relaxed and carefree man, despite being somewhat mellow, even in the face of combat. Though outwardly distant towards others and perhaps even to be considered cold due to his blunt nature at first, he finds immense pleasure when among his own men, laughing and spending time with them as if they were family, giving off a steadfast and solid, yet warm aura that refuses to allow you to leave once you get involved with him on a personal level.
Past Occupations, Positions, Roles, Ranks and Achievements:
Equipment:
Moral Alignment: Blue-Orange
Likes: Sketching, Rainy Days, Irish Whiskey, Long Talks and Debates, Old Sailor Songs, Story Telling
Dislikes: Too much noise, Boats [Riding on them], Soda and Chocolate, People who talk too much, Overcomplication
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Rainier "Eskimo" Fletcher | Staff Sergeant [SSG] [E-7] | [Squad Leader] [11B] [Secondary Marksman]
Age|Height|Weight:
26 | 183cm | 83kg
D.O.B|Birthplace|Nationality
22/10/1945 | Anchorage, Alaska | American
Sex|Sexuality:
Male | Hetero
Appearance Image & Description:
Fletcher with a borrowed Stoner 63 [1970]
Biography:
Rainier Fletcher, often refereed to simply as Fletch or Finn by his parents, was born in 1945 to World War Two veteran Irwyn Fletcher and his wife Maria Fischer, and immigrant from Germany who had come to America as a student before the war and had stayed once it begun, in a small neighborhood just outside of Anchorage Alaska. Fletch's early childhood was largely full of rummaging around the woods of his childhood, as his neighborhood was quite far from the down town area of Anchorage, and thus separated largely from the vast majority of people and requiring a fifteen mile trek from home to the docks for works each day. As a child Fletch grew up very independently, despite being an only child, his mother having been very sickly since his birth [eventually dying in 1964 due to an Earthquake] and his Father often going away for long periods of time on fishing trips. As such Fletcher largely grew up learning everything first hand, and getting a majority of his education on life and in general in a self taught manner, as his family was subtly sacrilegious and thus most concepts on life were left up to the formulating of young Fletcher. However, some boons of his independence were a naturally independent if slightly uncaring attitude from the young boy and even at a young age was noted to be very mellow in nature if slightly aloof, and often got sever scolding for spacing out, yet he was never considered a terrible student by any measure and carried his own weight when it was needed.
Even after his father's death at sea on his first day of high school, he took the news surprisingly well, seemingly unphased by the incident at least from what others could note, but in reality it likely hit him quite hard as he skipped several days of school afterwards and simply camped out for the first week of school. Upon returning he was more or less his normal mellow self, though noticeable a bit more laid back than usual, though he was never known to be much of an uptight person. And despite his outwardly dislike towards small talk towards strangers, he managed to secure himself the position as a Captain on a local Rugby Team before he graduated high school, due in part to his assertiveness. His high school life since Freshman Year was largely uneventful, yet the one thing that stuck out was the old journal of his father's he found not long after his death. It held many of the stories he had heard before and upon finishing it decided he would enlist. He had little other aims, and since joining the great fishing boats was out of the question he elected to enlist much like his father had done nearly twenty years earlier, hearing much the same call to join as his father had upon hearing the stories of his father. Not ones of glory, but of adventure and camaraderie like none other in the world.
Upon enlisting he found himself relatively at home in the military. Work was hard, but he was used to work and work in the freezing temperatures of the Alaskan winters was one that you learned quickly to accepted when the fridge temperatures haunted you at every step one would take outside his home. Though early on in training he suffered a bout of heat exhaustion very early, and though he did not complain about it, his Sergeant and fellow bunk-mates were quick to chime in and upon learning of his origins fitted him with the name of Eskimo and often joked that he was quite a bit far from home for a snowman, which was in some ways true. The blistering Heat aside he passed through training relatively easily, finishing towards the upper middle of his class, excelling at many of the land navigation excersizes, his natural sense of direction and sharps eyes allow for him to assess the terrain and come up with cunning movements, and in 1964 officially graduated from Basic as an Infantryman and was sent over to the 4th Battalion, 39th Infantry, 9th Division in New Jersey where the slightly cooler temperature allowed for easier life style during peacetime. However, in 1966 with the Vietnam War now a year under way, his Battalion was deployed along with her sisters in country to serve in the war. By this time Fletch had achieved the rank of Corporal and went over as a fire team leader. Once in-country Fletcher began to show his true colors, and the largely gravely voiced boy who spoke few words that were not orders or stories made his skills known, having a naturally assertive personality and a seemingly grave lack of self-preservation or fear, a skill perhaps honed during his many years playing Rugby. Nonetheless, his accomplishments and by 1968 had already achieved the rank of Sergeant, and upon volunteering for the newly announced Sniper School, was among one of the few many picked from his Battalion and many others like it. Upon Graduating from the School, officially refereed to as AMU, he had little time to try out his new skills before he was shuffled over to prepare for a massive operation of which he would be taking part. In the Delta during this operation would be his first chance to prove himself as one of the Army's newest snipers and impress he did as by the end of the Operation the following year he had already confirmed a total of seventeen kills, six of which were conducted during night operations, which he thoroughly was reported to have enjoyed much more than the day operations that required him to sit in the often hot sun for hours upon a time, despite the fact a vast majority of his kills came from such operations. Though the crowning moment would come later in 1969 after setting off on a two day hike for an enemy logisitics trail. Positioned out among one of the many brush paths used by the VC for logistics he came across a unit about two platoons moving through one of the many trails. Cut off and without a radio, the young Sergeant of twenty-three elected to tail the group for a total of four days, picking off targets from the bush, laying traps from their own munitions, and interrupting their travels where ever he could, and largely living off the scraps picked off the enemies corpses, often forcing him to back track several miles during the times the enemy would rest. By the time the four day trip was over, Sergeant Fletcher Wandered into Company headquarters, his uniform more mud than cloth, all of his ammo exhausted including that of his pistol, and upon being asked where he had been was reported to have simply replied, "I don't know, but I don't think I'll ever eat rice again." in a manner of dry humor that was typical for the man's quick retorts. For his action which resulted in the deaths of a confirmed twelve enemy soldiers, though he personally estimated he directly or indirectly killed several more, earned him recognition in the form of the Distinguished Service Cross.
For the next three years until the GATE incident, Sergeant Fletcher, until a promotion a few months later landed him the rank of Staff Sergeant, spent it largely engaging on a number of operation in the same areas that the 4th battalion had been assigned to, tallying up an additional sixteen confirmed kills and a great dozen more unconfirmed before being rotated back home, just in time for the GATE incident, and while originally stationed in New Jersey during this time, upon the outbreak in Kansas, his unit was quickly rushed to the sight of the GATE and was instructed to join in with the fighting already happening 'across the way' as it was being refereed to, the term Unknown Region [UZ] not emerging until the aftermath. It was during this initial fighting in the first two days that he gained an additional twelve Confirmed kills, and countless unconfirmed, simply due to the nature of the fighting. Now with the fighting dying down around the FOB being established on the other side, and with nearly 57 confirmed kills combined on both sides of the breach, he has volunteered to join the 97th Mech for a scouting mission across the Breach...
Personality: Will be better developed ICly, but...Fletcher is a seemingly relaxed and carefree man, despite being somewhat mellow, even in the face of combat. Though outwardly distant towards others and perhaps even to be considered cold due to his blunt nature at first, he finds immense pleasure when among his own men, laughing and spending time with them as if they were family, giving off a steadfast and solid, yet warm aura that refuses to allow you to leave once you get involved with him on a personal level.
Non-Required Information
Past Occupations, Positions, Roles, Ranks and Achievements:
- Dock Worker [1952-1963]
- 4th Battalion, 39th Infantry [1963-1971]
- First Class AMU [1968]
- Distinguished Service Cross [1969]
- 57 Confirmed Kills [As of 1971]
Equipment:
- Default Main Weapon & Specials: M21 [Can serviced as M14] | Starlight Scope Compatibility | Model 70 [Mission dependent]
- Default Sidearm: Colt m1911
- Additional Munitions: Two M67 Frags, Three Mk18 Smoke Grenades [White, Red, Orange], Multi-Tool Spade, Combat Knife, 7-Pocket Ammo Bandier
- Uniform Model: Standard 1971 Uniform [Extra ammo pockets sowed in], Bonnie Hat
- Misc. & Other Stuff: Small Sketch Pad and pencil, Bag of Sunflower Seeds, Old Sailor's Pipe
Moral Alignment: Blue-Orange
Likes: Sketching, Rainy Days, Irish Whiskey, Long Talks and Debates, Old Sailor Songs, Story Telling
Dislikes: Too much noise, Boats [Riding on them], Soda and Chocolate, People who talk too much, Overcomplication
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