Title: Martin “Franklin” Jacobson
Description: ODRIAF Pilot/Soldier
Description: ODRIAF Pilot/Soldier
A Quarian - March 6, 2008 05:09 AM (GMT)
Name: Martin “Franklin” Jacobson
Nickname: “Spades”
Personal Symbol:
((Insignia is located on his right shoulder, below his rank symbol ))
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Allegiance: Alliance
Rank: Specialist
Division: ODRIAF
Designation: Drop ship Pilot and Soldier
Class: Pilot/Soldier
Appearance:
Armaments:
OD-31 Medium Combat Armor.
ST-218 Combat Rifle
ST-311 Combat Knife
ST-16 Pistol
Rifle Ammo (Extra Combat Rifle Ammo)
Pistol Ammo (Extra Combat Rifle Ammo)
Biography:
Born and raised in the gang ridden city of Detroit Michigan. His house hold wasn’t near to a luxury nor even a safe place to be, his home alone was a run down old shake and with his abusive and almost always absent parents where the lest of his worries; fending for himself was his top priority.
After attending school, his education was paid by the state government, until the age of fifteen. Martin dropped out and ran away for his abusive home, forcing him to live off the streets. Most of the time, he was living in different jails everyday in order to have a place to stay for the cold Michigan winter nights.
As a source of income, Martin took up drug dealing and gambling at old street corners. Selling drugs, and even doing drugs had become a life style for him. He would drink and smoke at gambling parties, where gangsters in their thirdies would invite the sixteen year old over as their dealer and/or gambling pardoner. Over the years, his fellow “Brothers” started to call him “Spades” for his exceptional card playing skills. In return, he was accepted into several gangs, given training with combat rifles, assault rifles, and pistols. When he was Seventeen, Martin was arrested for shoplifting; he was sentenced to two years in juvenile hall for rehab and sentence time by law. For those long two year, Martin spent his time thinking over his life, he began to feel lost in his thoughts, and eventually called home, only to find that his parents had another child and left Martin out of their lives, his parents had changed considerably, they where not in the middle class, had a nice home, where kind in voice and mind, and loved their new child, but though of Martin as their past. It had been four years… Martin had been forgotten, but he didn’t care anymore, he hung up the phone, and waited for the ending of his sentence, two months later, he was released and when out to find a job, straighten himself out, but old habits took him over.
It was only a week after being realized from juve he was sent back into the world drug dealing and gambling. Quickly he began to change, more so then normal; he became more “dangerous.” He smoked for then he sold, he gambled until the wee hours of the morning, and found things a little more humorous. After a month of being released, they was a drug bust at the gang house where Martin lived, he fled, but was chased down and beaten within inches of his life.
As the cops beats him, one of the officers recalled. “He was laughing… Laughing the entire time he was beatin’, we didn’t know what to think. His teeth where red with blood, and he only laughed, at first we though he was high, but we realized that he was crazy!”
For three days he stayed in the hospital until he regained conciseness and was imminently sent to prison for his crimes of drug dealing and illegal gambling, at his young age of nineteen, more and more talents took him, he showed great interest in shuttles and he took great interest in the Alliance. He sent in countless requests to join, but for over a year, he never received a reply, until one day, as he slept in his cell, the guards woke and freed him, as he wondered what was going on they sent him through a physical and was later sent to a outside of the prison gates where he met up with an Alliance recruiter who took his to boot camp without a second thought.
For fours years, he was sent through the alliance boot camp as a pilot and a soldier, and it wasn’t long after that he was sent on his first drop mission, his objective was to make it to the LZ and back, it was a success, but most of the marines where shackin’ up after the ordeal.
The Co-Pilot stated. “Martin is a crazy son-of-a-bitch! That fool flew straight into the anti-aircraft guns accelerating the speed as he headed straight toward the ground! Several times the bastard spun and ship completely upside-down, laughing all of the way, laughing out of fun… or madness! I remember shouting “Spades! What the Fuck are you doing Marie! ” and he replied “Improvising!” and continued to laugh even louder.”
One of the Maries said. “At first I thought we had been hit, spinning around in our ship was like some sick carnival ride. I was lucky enough to have been strapped in at the time, some of the Maries where thrown about the room like rag-dolls, hitting the walls, the floor, the ceiling, and even other Maries!”
After a long deliberation between his supervisors, it had become apparent that Martin was better suited for a more “Outgoing” division. The next day, Martin was taken from his division and issued to the ODRIAF division.
Nickname: “Spades”
Personal Symbol:
((Insignia is located on his right shoulder, below his rank symbol ))
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Allegiance: Alliance
Rank: Specialist
Division: ODRIAF
Designation: Drop ship Pilot and Soldier
Class: Pilot/Soldier
Appearance:
Armaments:
OD-31 Medium Combat Armor.
ST-218 Combat Rifle
ST-311 Combat Knife
ST-16 Pistol
Rifle Ammo (Extra Combat Rifle Ammo)
Pistol Ammo (Extra Combat Rifle Ammo)
Biography:
Born and raised in the gang ridden city of Detroit Michigan. His house hold wasn’t near to a luxury nor even a safe place to be, his home alone was a run down old shake and with his abusive and almost always absent parents where the lest of his worries; fending for himself was his top priority.
After attending school, his education was paid by the state government, until the age of fifteen. Martin dropped out and ran away for his abusive home, forcing him to live off the streets. Most of the time, he was living in different jails everyday in order to have a place to stay for the cold Michigan winter nights.
As a source of income, Martin took up drug dealing and gambling at old street corners. Selling drugs, and even doing drugs had become a life style for him. He would drink and smoke at gambling parties, where gangsters in their thirdies would invite the sixteen year old over as their dealer and/or gambling pardoner. Over the years, his fellow “Brothers” started to call him “Spades” for his exceptional card playing skills. In return, he was accepted into several gangs, given training with combat rifles, assault rifles, and pistols. When he was Seventeen, Martin was arrested for shoplifting; he was sentenced to two years in juvenile hall for rehab and sentence time by law. For those long two year, Martin spent his time thinking over his life, he began to feel lost in his thoughts, and eventually called home, only to find that his parents had another child and left Martin out of their lives, his parents had changed considerably, they where not in the middle class, had a nice home, where kind in voice and mind, and loved their new child, but though of Martin as their past. It had been four years… Martin had been forgotten, but he didn’t care anymore, he hung up the phone, and waited for the ending of his sentence, two months later, he was released and when out to find a job, straighten himself out, but old habits took him over.
It was only a week after being realized from juve he was sent back into the world drug dealing and gambling. Quickly he began to change, more so then normal; he became more “dangerous.” He smoked for then he sold, he gambled until the wee hours of the morning, and found things a little more humorous. After a month of being released, they was a drug bust at the gang house where Martin lived, he fled, but was chased down and beaten within inches of his life.
As the cops beats him, one of the officers recalled. “He was laughing… Laughing the entire time he was beatin’, we didn’t know what to think. His teeth where red with blood, and he only laughed, at first we though he was high, but we realized that he was crazy!”
For three days he stayed in the hospital until he regained conciseness and was imminently sent to prison for his crimes of drug dealing and illegal gambling, at his young age of nineteen, more and more talents took him, he showed great interest in shuttles and he took great interest in the Alliance. He sent in countless requests to join, but for over a year, he never received a reply, until one day, as he slept in his cell, the guards woke and freed him, as he wondered what was going on they sent him through a physical and was later sent to a outside of the prison gates where he met up with an Alliance recruiter who took his to boot camp without a second thought.
For fours years, he was sent through the alliance boot camp as a pilot and a soldier, and it wasn’t long after that he was sent on his first drop mission, his objective was to make it to the LZ and back, it was a success, but most of the marines where shackin’ up after the ordeal.
The Co-Pilot stated. “Martin is a crazy son-of-a-bitch! That fool flew straight into the anti-aircraft guns accelerating the speed as he headed straight toward the ground! Several times the bastard spun and ship completely upside-down, laughing all of the way, laughing out of fun… or madness! I remember shouting “Spades! What the Fuck are you doing Marie! ” and he replied “Improvising!” and continued to laugh even louder.”
One of the Maries said. “At first I thought we had been hit, spinning around in our ship was like some sick carnival ride. I was lucky enough to have been strapped in at the time, some of the Maries where thrown about the room like rag-dolls, hitting the walls, the floor, the ceiling, and even other Maries!”
After a long deliberation between his supervisors, it had become apparent that Martin was better suited for a more “Outgoing” division. The next day, Martin was taken from his division and issued to the ODRIAF division.
RifkinShard - March 6, 2008 08:01 AM (GMT)
Approved
Athena - March 6, 2008 10:50 PM (GMT)
Nice Quarian... truely nice... he'll be perfect for the ODRIAF ^_^