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[3Spc. Wilkins in the back of an APC during a Bug Drop]

"Ya know, you guys sound like you're having a real blast out there."

 

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Basic Information

 

Name: James Wilkins

Nicknames: 'Faggot' 'Smurf'

Place of Birth: Jeshia, Scarvis

Date of Birth: September 12th, 2278

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Height: 5'11" 

 

 

Physical Description:

 

Weight: 148lbs 

Hair colour: Blonde

Eye colour: Blue

 

James Wilkins died on the 13/01/2299, his Will and a single Audio log was sent to TSgt. Byrd, then to his family.

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Hey, My name is James Wilkins and if you’re listening to this then I’m dead. So... I really hope you never have to listen to this. My family especially. But if you are then uh... Mum, Dad. I’m sorry, and I love you both so much. To my little Brother, Chris. Sorry I missed your birthday parties, man. I’m sure they were awesome though. I’m sure you’ll grow up to be a real kickass dude, I just hope I get to see it. But, on the plus side, you’ve got an amazing Mum and Dad to look after you with out me. I love you guys so much. 

 

To my fellow Infantrymen, hopefully I was fun to be around and at least bearable. I doubt it’ll happen but— I don’t want anyone crying over me and shit. Please, I’d feel bad. All of my shit, the badass helmet and all that, free for anyone who wants it. Just make sure my real personal shit, pictures, clothes and that, goes to my family back home please. Also, Byrd you’re awesome. I was so happy to serve under you and do you proud. Make sure Stevenson doesn’t go and do something dumb like nearly dying or anything like that. Also, make sure Sigrun keeps that sign in her doorway, people need to be warned about that woman, she’s fucking scary. 

 

The 112th Marauders were some of the most amazing people I’ve ever met, I hope I was good enough for you all. Keep kickin’ ass guys.

 

 


Military Information

 

Rank: MSpc. 

Branch: Engineering

Date of Enlistment: October 2nd, 2296 

Years of Service: 2 Years.

Service Record:

  • December, 2296: Finished Boot-camp, deployed as a Recruit.
  • March, 2297: Joined a Garrison Unit on Scarvis, reaching Private after a week.
  • April, 2297: Promoted to Private First Class.
  • May 2297: Transferred to the 202nd Morita Battalion. 
  • June, 2297: Joined Engineering as a Third Specialist.
  • August, 2297: Promoted to Second Specialist.
  • October, 2297: Promoted to Specialist.
  • February, 2298: Court Martial for Gross Negligence. Outcome: 5 Lashes and a Demotion to Second Specialist.
  • June, 2298: Promotion to Specialist.
  • November, 2298: Transferred to 112th as a Master Specialist. 
  • December 2298: Transferred to the 112th Marauder Detachment.
  • December 2298: Promoted to Second Specialist in the Marauders.
  • January 2298: Promoted to Specialist in the Marauders.

 

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[Spc. Wilkins in the Driver's seat of a Jeep]

"If one more person shoots at my fucking tires, so help me GOD!"

 

KN-1 APC, Nicknamed 'Tiger' Camera Footage. Terra, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. 26/12/2297

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Interior Camera One, displaying MSgt. P. Andrews and Spc. J. Wilkins.

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Interior Camera 2, showing the rest of Magpie 1-3.

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Exterior Camera 3 & 4, offering the following Cones of vision around the APC Exterior.

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Camera One:

"Wilkins, pull a left here."

"Got it, Top." 

The Master Sergeant is seen keying his radio. 

"Listen up, 1-3, we're being tasked with sweeping the South West sector of Rio. About 2 clicks from our position is an extraction point. We're being deployed there to establish an Outpost. We'll be meeting up with Bravo and Delta Company once we arrive. Any questions?" 

 

Camera Two:

The Female Mark Two Gunner (Identified as a Pfc. J. Perkins.) spoke into her radio.

"Yeah, Top, what the fuck are we fighting exactly? Bugs manage to hit Terra or something?" 

 

Camera One:

"Unclear, Perkins. About 3 hours ago unidentified Alien forces were reported assaulting the major cities of Terra. That's all they told me."

 

Camera Two: The group in the back looked between each other before the Medic on the right spoke. 

"Unidentified?"

The man across from him would shrug. 

"Might be some Skinnie shit, I don't trust it." 

 

Camera Four:

A sudden bolt of light would zip towards the APC, slamming into the side in a glorious explosion of bright lights. The APC slammed to a halt.

 

Camera One:

"Wilkins! What the fuck was that?" 

Wilkins looked to his left, shifting his head around as he looked out the window. 

"I can't see shit through all this smoke, Top."

The Master Sergeant keyed his radio. 

"MOBCOMM we're taking unidentified fire on the ground, any word on what the fuck is going on?" 

 

Camera Three:

A flurry of plasma bolts whiz out of the thick smoke, slamming into the APC. 

 

Camera Two: 

The Troopers in the back begin to load their weapons, all looking anxious. 

"Wilkins, what the fuck's going on out there, buddy?" 

Wilkins can be heard yelling out of frame. 

"I don't know! Motion tracker ain't picking up shit!" 

Suddenly, a glowing flechette would rip through the side of the APC, slamming into Pfc. Perkins' face, blood splattering across the Kevlar of the woman across from her as she screamed in horror. 

"Man down! Man down! Perkins is-- holy fuck- Doc she's fucked up!" 

The woman's limp corpse would slip from their seat, Mark Two slamming onto the floor moments after her body slumped down, dead.

 

Camera One:

The Master Sergeant is seen grabbing Wilkins by the collar. 

"We're sitting ducks out here, Wilkins. Fucking DRIVE!" 

"Where to? Which way?!" 

The Master Sergeant shoved the man. 

"ANY WAY, JUST FUCKING DRIVE!" 

 

The APC would slam into acceleration, cutting through the streets as Camera Three and Four pick up streaks of blue tracers flying through the air, some colliding with the APC, some barely missing the armor. 

 

Camera Four:

A large ball is seen flying straight for the side of the APC. It collides with the side of the Truck before the feed cuts to static. 

 

Camera Two: 

An explosion of blue light is seen flashing through the back of the APC, the vehicle slamming to a stop. The masked man to the left, Cpl. Russell is blown apart by the explosion, chunks of his fleshy remains being littered around the APC and those around him. 

"Jesus fuck! Russell is down! Top, what the fuck do we do?!"

The Infantry would be panicking, some ducking down and hiding on the floor between the rows of seats. 

 

Camera One: 

"Top, Second and Fourth wheel are fucked, we're not going anywhere!" 

The Master Sergeant kicks at the dashboard, raising his Mark Two. 

"Get the ramp open, we're ditching this thing. Infantry! Prepare to load out!"

 

Camera Two: 

The ramp lowers, the Infantry scrambling to get up. Suddenly, a barrage of glowing rounds fly into the back of the APC from outside, two rounds embedding into the other woman in the APC, the pair of rounds exploding inside of her armor, sending red mist spraying all over the inside of the APC. The Infantry return fire, a mixture of Morita and Shotgun fire being sent out of the backdoor of the APC as more glowing rounds whiz inside.

"Out, out, out! Get the fuck out, move!" 

One of the Infantry cry out, another Plasma round slamming into the back of the APC, exploding and covering a trooper's back in Plasma as he collapses, crying out. 

"Medic! Get Johnson moving!"

 

Camera Three:

Master Sergeant Andrews is seen crouching down behind a bench, setting up his Mark Two and opening fire towards something off screen, Wilkins running to hide beside him, Carbine in hands. 

"Wilkins, suppressing fire bearing 217, main firepower seems to be coming from that way!"

"I can't see shit through the smoke, Top!"

"None of us can fucking see, just shoot!" 

The two use the bench as cover, blindly firing as the same bright blue rounds whiz by them, some slamming into the concrete beside them both. Two more Infantry run over, diving behind a nearby dumpster for cover. 

 

Camera Two: 

The inside of the APC is a bloodbath. Four corpses lay inside, chunks of flesh blown from their bodies, blood and guts pooling along the floor and walls. 

Through the thick smoke, a large projectile is seen heading straight for the APC, slamming into the back and exploding. The camera cuts to static.

 

Camera One:

Static.

 

Camera Three:

Static.

 


Personal Information

Family:

Michael Wilkins (Father. 47. ALIVE

Claire Wilkins (Mother. 43. ALIVE)

Chris Wilkins (Brother. 12. ALIVE)

 

Backstory: Born to a small family on Scarvis, James had a fairly quiet life. Coming from a Military family, James was always eager to do his part when he reached 18. So, the month after his Birthday, after spending his finally Christmas with his parents and Brother, he went off to enlist. 

 

After doing his time in Bootcamp James did a few months of Garrison duty on Scarvis before he was sent off to the 202nd Morita Battalion where he quickly found an interest in explosives and technical work. So, naturally, he became an Engineer. He'd spent over a year and a half working his way up to Specialist, getting a Court Martial along the way for his own Negligence in the field. However, eventually, James was offered a position as a Master Specialist for the 112th and took it, being transferred over at the start of November, 2298. 

 

Come December of 2298, Wilkins had decided he wanted to try his hand at being a Marauder instead. With his extensive time around the suits and teaching MEC he figured he had the know how on doing it. Luckily for him, the 112th had a Marauder Attachment and he had just hit his 2 year mark at the beginning of December. 

 

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"James! Gimme a motivational quote." 

"Oh- uh... sure, sure! Erm... You're not a failure, no matter what your parents think."

"What?"

"What? Was that not good?" 

 

 

Characteristics

  • Charismatic. 
  • Eager
  • "Funny." [Subject's own words.]
  • Selfless

 

Strengths:

  1. Reliable
  2. Quick thinking.
  3. Works well under stress.

 

Weaknesses:

  1. Outspoken
  2. Rash
  3. Socially Inept 
  4. Clumsy

 

 

 

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[Spc. Wilkins sitting with an injured Sgt. J. Tanner in an APC]

"Admit it, I look pretty cool with my little setup in here."

"You look gay."

"Ow... what the fuck, dude?"


Personal Relationships

 

[Below are the documented audio files created by James Wilkins, specifically discussing his relations with those aboard the Ulysses Grant.]

 

Loved | Close Friend | Liked | Neutral | Disliked | Hated

 

Patrick Stevenson: Seems like a pretty solid guy. Ignored me when I first tried to chat with him but he complimented by shots with an M55 so there's worse people out there. Was a pretty fucking good shot though. 

Kinda see him as my tutor ya know? Someone to show me the ropes and impress. Prove my worth and shit. I like him, honestly. Quite a lot.

Got fucked up pretty bad, almost died. He's still kicking though. Fucking legend. 

 

Charlotte Byrd: My new CO. She seems pretty solid. Little bundle of excitement. Gave me the name Smurf along with the other Tech. Who knows, name might stick.

We chat quite a bit. Makes me laugh too, I like her. She's a damn awesome CO. 

 

Kristina Sigrun: The other Tech and my XO. She looks pretty intense, dyke hair and bulging muscles. I dunno, she seems cool though. 

 

Olivia Hye: My Engineering Apprentice. Hopefully she'll do alright with out me around. I feel kinda bad, but at the same time she's an asshole to me. She's a good friend to me though. 

 

William Saint-Claire: Guy's a Medic, pretty cool one at that. We chat and fuck around quite a bit when we have the chance. He's pretty dumb but in that fun kinda way. Does dumb shit that makes you laugh and roll your eyes at the same time. All the stuff that makes someone a solid friend in my books.

 

Veronika Harth: I met this girl today and uh... She's pretty cool. I was tasked with carrying her around Terra when she was wounded and it kind made the whole assault more bareable, just having someone I could chat with despite the fucked up shit happening around us. After that we just kinda... clicked, I guess. Her company is a pleasure. She's nice, funny, all around a great gal. I hope we both make it through this campaign. If we do... I might ask her if she wants to grab a drink. I don't know yet. 

 

Lowell Hartwick: A pretty solid Lance Corporal dude. He slapped my ass and got hyped as fuck when I nailed that Prog. I wanna chat with him sometime, properly and all that, not on field. I'll see if I can catch him when this campaign is over. 

 

Vito Dominiko: An Engineering Sergeant. Helped me patch my suit up the other day. Seems like a solid lad, not sure if we'd ever be good friends or anything but I wouldn't object to talking with him. We'll see, I suppose. 

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