PERSONAL INFORMATION
Name: James Beckett
Age: 19
Birthplace: Baltimore, Maryland
Rank: Private 1st Battalion 9th Marines
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 154 lbs.
Gender: Male
Player Name:
Played by Kadael
Individual permission only
PRIMARY ROLE: Rifleman
SPECIALTY: Fucking New Guy
SECONDARY ROLE: Medic
ARCHETYPE: Companion
Awaiting deployment
EQUIPMENT
WEAPON ------------------------------------- ROF A% / P% DAMAGE AMMO
M-16 rifle, Mk 2 frag grenades, double ammunition
OTHER GEAR
Flak jacket, extra rations, medical kit
(a canvas bag containing morphine, adrenaline,
blood packs, malaria tablets, band aids, M&M
chocolates etc),
helmet, camo cover for steel helmet, jungle boots, 2 pairs
of socks, waterproof canvas poncho, P38 can opener,
penknife, mosquito-bite lotion, cigarettes,
matches, sewing kit, Dr Scholl's foot
powder, one large gauze
patch, toilet paper, Sterno field fuel in cans,
safety pins, signal rockets, wire,
razorblades, machete, bayonet or knife,
sun hat, nail-cutters, chewing gum, C rations,
2 or 3 water canteens, lensatic compass,
BioJames Bennet wasn't born to be a soldier. As an able-bodied young man, he was drafted before he could pursue his career of choice - medicine. Though he had little time to study, his skill with the human body will be useful... if he doesn't get himself killed.
He's no good in a combat situation, and everyone knows it. If his confidence was shaky before, his time at boot camp all but destroyed it. The only thing he really trusts himself to do is follow orders.
It's a shame, because James definitely has charisma, but he only uses it for telling stories. Mind you, he can spin one hell of a yarn, but he could lead if he would only speak up. The thought of interacting with the rest of the squad terrifies him.
If he survives, his future career is waiting for him back home, and so is his little sister Lisa.
Of course, no matter how much you can bend a tree, there's a point when it snaps. And therein lies the worry - James isn't looking to become a doctor out of compassion. He takes an interest in the puzzle, as if he were working with a machine. Machines don't interest him, though. To him, there's some kind of thrill when somebody's life is in your hands. His anxiety suppresses it for the time being, but who knows what might happen in the jungle?