Johnathan Metz

SERVICE INFORMATION
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Name: Johnathan Metz
Rank: Private
MOS: 0311 (Designated Marksman)
Billet: Thirteenth Fireteam
Years of Service: Four months (since SOI graduation)

PERSONAL INFORMATION
Age: 19
Height: 6'3"
Weight: ~200 lbs
Personality: Generally outgoing by nature. He likes to try and “break the ice” when it’s possible.
History: Johnathan Metz was born in the year 1991 on the outskirts of Skagway, Alaska. He spent most of his childhood watching Star Wars Episode 3 and messing with various G.I. Joe action figures. His father who used to be a sheriff (until they laid him off due to illness) often was the one watching over him. His mother served as a logistics within the Corps for several years and due to her work's nature, he didn't get much time to spend with her, especially during the course of his early teenage years.

The absence of her didn’t cause John to like her any less-he knew her job was really important and he often reverted to finding those hammy down toys and making up battle strategies with them...that was until he found the glory that was Call of Duty. At times he’d completely ignore his schoolwork in order to get through just one part of it. He’d stay up all night trying to complete one instance. There were times where days blended in with each other-well, except for when his mother was home. She always put him straight. John always took better to her than his father because of that tone moms had when they were strict. The tone that meant ‘do it now, or else I’ll own your soul for all eternity’. Unlike most kids, this was the one trait John admired of his mother. He loved to get her pissed off. He figured after a while her so called ‘barking’ at him was the way she let him know that she loved him.

A year before he was to take off to join the Marines, his father gave him what he considered to be a lucky ring. There was no real explanation as to where the ring came from and for months John couldn’t get an answer.

When things started to become more isolated within the house, John started to wonder what was going on. His father had been acting very distant with him and he thought it had something to do with him living for the Corps so soon. The kid was only partially right. On the day he was to leave, his father informed him that his mother was dead and that the ring was from her. It originated from his now deceased grandfather who had served a portion of time in World War II. By this point, John didn’t know what to say or really how to react. All he could do was take the ring and go out the front door. He was hoping the people in the Corps didn’t send him home.


MEDICAL INFORMATION
Eye Color: Dark Hazel
Hair Color: Black, shaved short
Medical Conditions: Slight ADD
Wounds: Maybe a bruise here and there from boot camp but nothing major.

SUPPLY INFORMATION
Weapons: Squad Advanced Marksman-Rifle SAM-R, M18 Smoke Grenade x1, Ka-Bar
Equipment: Marine Corps Uniforms

• Marine Corps Combat Utility Uniform x4
  
  
  • Woodland x3
    
  • Desert x2
    
    
    • Blouse (jacket)
      
    • Trousers
  
  
• OD Undershirts x4
  
• ”Wooly-Pooly” Sweater
  
• 8-Point Utility Cover x2
  
  
  • Woodland
    
  • Desert
  
  
• Bonnie Cover
  
  
  • Woodland
    
  • Desert
  
  
• Suede Coyote Brown Infantry Combat Boots
  
• Suede Coyote Brown Jungle Boots
  
• Khaki Web belt
  
• MCMAP Color coded Belt
  
• Coyote Brown Polartec fleece
  
• E.C.W.C.S. Gortex MarPat Jacket
  
  
  • Woodland
    
  • Desert
    
  • Snow
    
  
  
• Black/OD/Coyote Tan Boot Socks x3
  

Physical Training

• OD PT Shorts
  
• Running Shoes “Go fasters”
  
• Ankle socks x6
  
• OD Sweater w/ EGA stamped on
  
• OD Sweatpants
  
• USMC Track Jacket
  
• USMC Track Trousers
  
• Neon yellow Safety Belt

Service Uniform

• Alpha Blouse
  
• Bravo Blouse x3
  
• Charlie Blouse x2
  
• Service Uniform Trousers x2
  
• White Undershirt x3
  
• Corframs Dress Shoes(Bates)
  
• Garrison “Pisscutter” Cover w/ small black EGA
  
• Barracks Cover w/ large black EGA
  
• Necktie w/ Clasp
  
• Black Socks Knee high x2

Dress Uniform Enlisted

• Dress Blue Trousers
  
• Dress Blues Cover w/ large gold EGA
  

Head Gear

• Lightweight Helmet
  
  
  • Reversible Helmet Cover
    
    
    • Desert
      
    • Woodland
    
    
  • PVS-14 PASGT Night Vision Mounts
    
  • Helmet bands
    
    
    • OD Green
      
    • Tan
    
    
  • ESS Ballistic Goggles w/ Cover
  
  

Body

• Modular Tactical Armor
  
• MOLLE vest (Extra PALS webbing)
  
• MOLLE triple STANAG Pouch (3 magazines each)
  
• Improved First Aid Kit (IFAK)
  
• Black ballpoint pen
  
• Black Sharpie
  
• Canteen x2
  
• Grenade Pouch
  
• Flashlight
  
• Green Chem light x2
  
• OD Duty Belt w/ side release buckle

Other Gear

ILBE Assault Pack ArcTeryx

• OD Sleeping Bag
  
• OD Sleeping Pad
  
• Towel x2
  
• OD Poncho
  
• Entrenching tool
  
• Tent half and Stakes
  
• OD Micro-fleece cap (beanie)
  
• OD Scarf
  
• Elastic Boot Bands x8
  
• OD Liquid filled lensatic compass
  
• Nomex Flight Gloves (OD or Tan)
  

Ammunition

• Primary Weapon Magazine x(6)
  
• Secondary Weapon Magazine x(0)

Hygiene

• Razor
  
• Razor Blades x10
  
• Small Mirror
  
• Shaving Cream (1 bottle)
  
• Liquid Body Wash (1 bottle)
  
• Bar of Soap x2
  
• Soap Dish
  
• Tooth Brush
  
• Tooth Paste (2 small tubes)
  
• Medicated Lip Balm
  
• Sun Screen
  
• Foot Powder
  

MOPP

• M45 NBC Mask w/carrier
  
• Mask carrier
  
• Overgarments
  
• Gloves and overboots

Other

• Dog tags x2 w/ silencer
  
• Wallet

SAMPLE ROLE-PLAY
Johnathan shook his weary head. Another day in hell. “It’s as lovely as I thought it would be…” he muttered to himself, half sarcastically. He continued on down the path, trying his best to catch up with the remainder of his group, face smudged with dirt so much to the point where he was almost unrecognizable. He eventually caught up with them, only to have missed more than enough of the ongoing dialogue between the guy who seemed to be their leader and some other guy. John was a little too preoccupied himself to really bother listening. He was on his toes, expecting some sort of enemy to pop out of…the sand? “They’d have to be pretty clever to-“ he began but this thought was cut short by a confused glance of the others. He was talking aloud to himself. Again. ‘Greaaat..’ he said,half worried that they were thinking he was some sort of mental patient they let out of the institution a year too soon. John tried a different method this time and attempted to play it off. “Uh..what?You know I swear that mirage was so real I thought it was talkin’ to me and…I..”.He came to a halt when he realized this failed method of his was completely not working.


OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION
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