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Futuristic Space 'Nam: The Marines

Rifle? Check.

Exo frame capable of causing severe lethal head trauma? Check.

1000 pound storage unit containing 10,000 rounds of .50 calibre ammunition? Doubly check.
 
(Time to start some shit. It's now or never!)

Full Name:
"Joey A. Arkwright."

Place Of Birth: "I have no fucking idea where I came from. All I know is that I was born in some ghost town in the Midwest of America. It doesn't even have a damned name, I just like to call it home."

Date Of Birth: "I was born on October the 5th, of the year 2054."

Ethnicity: "White."

Physical Appearance:

"Yeah, I like my trench coat. Occasionally, some punks say I have a horrible fashion sense and I tend to ram my fist up their damned throats in response. Nobody disses my trench coat. Nobody."

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Role: "Assistant Field Gunner. I'm basically the errand boy of the Marines."

Previous Employment:

"Unemployed. I lived off the family town."

Background:

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The Arkwright family lived alone in a ghost town for two centuries. They were self-sufficient

He's still new to the outside world.

His greatest enemy is tourists. He spent most of his life scaring them off the family property.

He got into the Marines because he beat the shit out of people that were outside the door of his new apartment. He was convinced that they were government spies and he had to kill 'em.​

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