Thursday, September 9, 2010
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Robert Salem
He grew up at an early age with the knowledge of a second family large and spanning the world fighting unforeseen forces. dreams and nightmares filled his dreams as he one day prayed to be garou like his mother to join the war against the wyrm. Unfortunatly for Robert the change never came for him. rather than be devastated he spoke to his father for advice and figured hed help the way he could so at a young age he became an Emergency medical technician and not wasting any time a Paramedic. riding the bus for a short time he saw a lot and where it took normal people an average time to burn out he knew better and recognized how the wyrm was destroying peoples lives on the streets and it seemed no matter how much he helped and saved there was only more dieing. something snapped in him one random shift during a shooting out in the ghetto he wouldn't have anymore of it if he couldn't help as a garou in the war hed fight in another way.
He enlisted in the USMC not very long after recieving his medic certification but that wasn't him anymore leaving all that behind he went the other way he stalked with an M-4 and early on in basic he excelled in almost everything placed before him hand to hand combat and all the obstacle courses he would walk though with a breeze. his third week in oddly enough he would have to call on his medic background once more fearing actual combat and more abuse one of the boys from his platoon cut his wrists wide open the right way none the less. Salem saved the boys life and after a statement to the mp's he was called into the office of the platoon commander after the re-telling the story and speaking frankly with the commanding officer he was awarded the rank of lance corporal. the following weeks only got better field stripping and combat shooting daily he only got better it was like with the rifle in his hand it was a way for him to fight not tooth and claw but full metal jacket and scope. He qualified top of his class and after getting beaten in the tree line and beaten by a drill seargent he was awarded the highest rifle qualification of marksman the highest available.
Returning home from basic he spoke with his parents briefly of training and was introduced around to certain other members of his tribe which is how he ran into a Mr.Valtenine and Night Phoenix. He spoke to the man in depth about life and training and the firm and he was convinced he signed a contract with him(or at least agreed) to return to his services after being discharged from the Corp.
After returning things only got more difficult in training and he loved every minute of it, knowing how proud his parents where and knowing what he had in store for him when he returned he only strived to train harder, longer time at the range and more time in the books studying different weapon systems and emploring them. Marine recon training was the most intense and rewarding he could have ever hoped for emploring crawling swimming stealth and ID'ing high value targets dropping an unprecidented 25 enemy op for's before he and his unit were gradually captured and in turn escaped. after sear and scuba insertion and Parachute qualifications there was one more school before active duty. Scout sniper training was only a dream until his seargant approached him one day with a review of his qualifications test scores personel notes and practice times logged on the ranged he suggested another specialty school which in the military we all know isnt actually a suggestion but a nice way of ordering him.
Sniper training was long and ardeouse sleep deprivation food deprivation at times and time seemed to almost always sit still. He learned yet another new set of weapons to master and play with from the regular distance sniper rifle to the Barret 50 to the Intervention and the R340 informtation was tossed at him and processed at astounding speeds he learned the new science of shooting from a cold bore shot to truly understanding what it meant when the barometric pressure of an area jumped 5 degrees and the outcome it would have on different bullet types. Stalking and crawling Target Id where brought up to a whole new level upon graduation day he was marked as a shooter returning to his recon unit.
Not too much time had passed at all from his first deployment after meeting up with his unit again they were all antsy ready to go and prove themselves and so they did successful mission after mission never losing a single member gathering valuable intel. They hadn't lost a single man to action till that one faithful day their deployment half over and it seemed routine enough go in snap pictures wire some high priority targets and get out quikley, easy enough right? Wrong it was so bad that night Robert and several others ran out of ammunition completely there LZ over-run they had only one choice a self extraction and things just went from bad to worse men went down as they ran and hid playing shadow games Robert technically with an Interventions weapon system had the longest shot ever recorded the problem was the mission wasn't acknowledged as they went almost each surviving member of the team carrying another till it happened the sun was coming up and over the suns glare no one saw the IED before it went off Rob threw his friend off him backward to try and shield him from the blast but it killed the already wounded man and tore robert up heavy scarring on one side of his face and chest and shoulders the doctors couldn't even get all the pieces of shrapnel out. He spent tremendous amounts of time healing and resting getting used to the feeling that something was still in him bone and steel fragments from his friends. So he did the only thing he could do in a hospital room in the desert to keep sane. He read and he studied and the learned everything about every firearm he could get literature everything from guns and ammo to dossiers written from military personnel. When he was good enough to move around he would spend at least several hours down at the range with anything he could get his hands on till he was ready for action.
Thats when the bad news hit not only did he find out mom had died with the old sept but dad too and half of his unit never made it back from that mission. He was folded over into another Unit after some minor re-training and rigorous PT work he served 2 more tours scoring countless unconfirmed kills running ops that later where never recognized and ops that where. He never seemed to bond much with his second unit and his officers understood losing a family to a "car accident" could be rough on someone and being out in the sand for so long could make a man forget who and what he fought for. So that was it after his two tours he didn't re-up for a third and returned stateside to find what was left of "family" and his tribe maybe to meet some old friends and to live up to an old agreement, the time to fight the wyrm was on his way.
He enlisted in the USMC not very long after recieving his medic certification but that wasn't him anymore leaving all that behind he went the other way he stalked with an M-4 and early on in basic he excelled in almost everything placed before him hand to hand combat and all the obstacle courses he would walk though with a breeze. his third week in oddly enough he would have to call on his medic background once more fearing actual combat and more abuse one of the boys from his platoon cut his wrists wide open the right way none the less. Salem saved the boys life and after a statement to the mp's he was called into the office of the platoon commander after the re-telling the story and speaking frankly with the commanding officer he was awarded the rank of lance corporal. the following weeks only got better field stripping and combat shooting daily he only got better it was like with the rifle in his hand it was a way for him to fight not tooth and claw but full metal jacket and scope. He qualified top of his class and after getting beaten in the tree line and beaten by a drill seargent he was awarded the highest rifle qualification of marksman the highest available.
Returning home from basic he spoke with his parents briefly of training and was introduced around to certain other members of his tribe which is how he ran into a Mr.Valtenine and Night Phoenix. He spoke to the man in depth about life and training and the firm and he was convinced he signed a contract with him(or at least agreed) to return to his services after being discharged from the Corp.
After returning things only got more difficult in training and he loved every minute of it, knowing how proud his parents where and knowing what he had in store for him when he returned he only strived to train harder, longer time at the range and more time in the books studying different weapon systems and emploring them. Marine recon training was the most intense and rewarding he could have ever hoped for emploring crawling swimming stealth and ID'ing high value targets dropping an unprecidented 25 enemy op for's before he and his unit were gradually captured and in turn escaped. after sear and scuba insertion and Parachute qualifications there was one more school before active duty. Scout sniper training was only a dream until his seargant approached him one day with a review of his qualifications test scores personel notes and practice times logged on the ranged he suggested another specialty school which in the military we all know isnt actually a suggestion but a nice way of ordering him.
Sniper training was long and ardeouse sleep deprivation food deprivation at times and time seemed to almost always sit still. He learned yet another new set of weapons to master and play with from the regular distance sniper rifle to the Barret 50 to the Intervention and the R340 informtation was tossed at him and processed at astounding speeds he learned the new science of shooting from a cold bore shot to truly understanding what it meant when the barometric pressure of an area jumped 5 degrees and the outcome it would have on different bullet types. Stalking and crawling Target Id where brought up to a whole new level upon graduation day he was marked as a shooter returning to his recon unit.
Not too much time had passed at all from his first deployment after meeting up with his unit again they were all antsy ready to go and prove themselves and so they did successful mission after mission never losing a single member gathering valuable intel. They hadn't lost a single man to action till that one faithful day their deployment half over and it seemed routine enough go in snap pictures wire some high priority targets and get out quikley, easy enough right? Wrong it was so bad that night Robert and several others ran out of ammunition completely there LZ over-run they had only one choice a self extraction and things just went from bad to worse men went down as they ran and hid playing shadow games Robert technically with an Interventions weapon system had the longest shot ever recorded the problem was the mission wasn't acknowledged as they went almost each surviving member of the team carrying another till it happened the sun was coming up and over the suns glare no one saw the IED before it went off Rob threw his friend off him backward to try and shield him from the blast but it killed the already wounded man and tore robert up heavy scarring on one side of his face and chest and shoulders the doctors couldn't even get all the pieces of shrapnel out. He spent tremendous amounts of time healing and resting getting used to the feeling that something was still in him bone and steel fragments from his friends. So he did the only thing he could do in a hospital room in the desert to keep sane. He read and he studied and the learned everything about every firearm he could get literature everything from guns and ammo to dossiers written from military personnel. When he was good enough to move around he would spend at least several hours down at the range with anything he could get his hands on till he was ready for action.
Thats when the bad news hit not only did he find out mom had died with the old sept but dad too and half of his unit never made it back from that mission. He was folded over into another Unit after some minor re-training and rigorous PT work he served 2 more tours scoring countless unconfirmed kills running ops that later where never recognized and ops that where. He never seemed to bond much with his second unit and his officers understood losing a family to a "car accident" could be rough on someone and being out in the sand for so long could make a man forget who and what he fought for. So that was it after his two tours he didn't re-up for a third and returned stateside to find what was left of "family" and his tribe maybe to meet some old friends and to live up to an old agreement, the time to fight the wyrm was on his way.
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