Name:
Blake Greenfield
Species:
Human
Sex:
Male
Appearance:
Blake has chocolate brown hair of medium length (at the time the RP starts, he normally has short hair in line with military regulations), tussled and bedraggled, with similarly coloured eyes. His has a strong, wide jaw and pale lips backed by a healthy complexion. He stands at about 5'10'' and has an athletic yet muscular figure. He wears his marine armour for combat deployments and his uniform when out of the warzone.
Age:
23
Class:
Soldier
Military Occupation:
(Currently) Systems Alliance Marine, Service Chief. (Previously) Alliance Navy Crewman, Serviceman 2nd Class.
Background:
Growing up in the sprawling metropolis of York, Blake led a very sheltered life. The medieval and 'old-world' feel of the city left him hungry for something more... fresh, modern, exciting. At the young age of 6, he began playing video games about the Systems Alliance armed forces and fell in love with the idea of being a soldier. Growing up through education, he took a particular interest in the topic of history, tirelessly studying the wars of the near and far past. At the age of 14, he wrote multiple essays analysing wars like the First Contact war and even ones spanning back to the 20th century. Despite enjoying the freedom school gave him to research the topics he adored, he never really fitted in. Where his classmates wanted to talk about the next Blasto movie or some other new craze that was circulating the media, Blake was more interested in discussing whether or not the Turians were right to besiege Shanxi or whether or not the war would have ended differently if not for the actions of the 2nd Fleet. It was an isolated school life. Of course, he had a few close friends but none he felt completely on the same wavelength with.
Graduating from his school, Blake enlisted with the Alliance Navy as soon as he could. His parents were against the decision, viewing it as a "fad", but Blake didn't listen. He entered basic training at the United Kingdom Alliance base in London where he distinguished himself as an honour graduate, being automatically promoted to Serviceman 2nd Class. In the navy, he'd never felt more at home and he finally had a solid direction in life. He was assigned to the SSV Lancashire, a frigate in the Alliance Navy's First Fleet. Stationed at Arcturus, Blake nor the Lancashire saw much action beyond the occasional smuggler's vessel trying to slip through the net. He spent the first year of his assignment patrolling around the Charon relay and while it wasn't what he'd dreamed about, he lived with the hope he may one day be able to do something meaningful. His fateful day arrived when the SSV Lancashire was assigned to a task force meant to protect a diplomat en-route to Thessia. The task was never seen completed...
Before the mission could start, a loss of contact with Arcturus Station triggered a rallying of First Fleet. The SSV Lancashire rushed to join its fellow ships but by the time they got there the fleet had already been cut in half. An order came through from Admiral Lindholm to pull back using a tenth of the fleet's strength to cover the retreat. Despite protest aboard the ship, the Lancashire was one of the vessels ordered to pull back, leaving the others to die. Seeing the stars set ablaze and the ungodly power of the Reaper forces changes something within Blake. He no longer felt an adoration for war or the prospect of being a hero. To him, real heroes were the ones now limp and forever drifting through space (if they were lucky enough to not be collected and re-purposed by the Reapers). The remainder of the First Fleet regrouped with the rest of the Alliance Navy under the command of Admiral Hackett. Post the Battle of Earth, First Fleet became a lot more mobile. It no longer coasted around Mass Relays awaiting some action. Ships, including the Lancashire, were often sent out on missions in a bid to buy Commander Shepard more time. One of which saw the departure of Blake from the Navy.
The mission was simple: supplement the Turian Forces and help them hold the Apien Crest so that they may regroup and launch a counter attack for Earth. The outcome was brutal. Once again, the Alliance underestimated the strength of the Reaper Forces, becoming sloppy in its eagerness for vengeance and redemption. A company of marines from the 13th Frontier Division managed to reach the SSV Lancashire on the radio, reporting that their camp had been overrun by Reaper ground forces and that an emergency evacuation was needed. The Lancashire obliged and through the chaos deployed forces onto the ground while the ship itself awaited their return. In the rescue team was Serviceman 2nd Class Greenfield. Reaching the camp was hard, hordes of Husks bombarded the crewman and one by one the rescue team were picked off. The few survivors who made it to the camp regrouped with a platoon from the stranded company who had been assigned to cover a triage centre 1 kilometre to their north. The rescue team and the platoon managed to hold off and Blake distinguished himself by taking a small section of troops to flank an oncoming marauder group - a move that saved the lives of all in the company. Alas, the victory was short-lived as the ground forces lost communications with the Lancashire. When they got to the CASEVAC (Casualty Evacuation) site, the Lancashire was nought but burning ruin having being pummeled by the Reapers. Blake rose to the occassion and led the few troops left standing to a friendly base even further north. Upon arrival, they were pulled out of the fighting and sent back to the main gathering of the Alliance fleets where Blake was offered a promotion to Service Chief and a position within the 13th Frontier Division. It was an offer he gladly accepted, feeling like he had little other choice after the loss of his ship.
After the battle in the Apien Crest, the war changed significantly for Blake. He led his men in battles across all of Inner Council space and soon distinguished himself as someone to be relied on to get the job done. A mission in Asari Space was offered to him. The mission was to get a human diplomat off of the planet Novus as the rest of the Division and several other Alliance ground forces prepared to assist in its defence against oncoming Reaper forces. Used to back-foot fighting, Blake took the mission. 7 hours into the operation and no word was heard from Blake's squad or from Blake. After two days of no contact, he and all of his men were declared MIA (Missing in action).
Personality:
Outside of a combat environment, Blake is quiet. Used to not quite being understood he developed a habit of not opening up to others, viewing it as a time-saving, efficient method of avoiding stress and social complications. In battle, however, the soldier within him breaks free. He is eager to take charge of situations and see that everyone makes it out alive, noting each person he fights alongside as his personal responsibility. That's not to say he's gloomy at all times. He often enjoys nights on leave with his brothers-in-arms and can be witty enough when he wants to be. Sometimes you have to be able to smile to just keep going, after all.
Equipment:
M-8 Avenger Assault Rifle (Vindicator if M-8 not allowed), M-5 Phalanx Heavy Pistol (as a side-arm), 4x Frag Grenades, 2x Flash Grenades.
Powers:
Disruptor Ammo, Adrenaline Rush, Armour Piercing Ammo, Warp Ammo.
Talents:
Assault Training, Combat Armour, Pistols, Assault Rifles, First Aid.
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I hope this one is more to your liking. If not, I shall kindly take my leave. ^^
