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| DitR FILE #001 |
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| BASIC INFORMATION |
[FULL NAME] Soloman Sudime[ALIAS/CALLSIGN] STRIDER[AGE] 37 YRS.[SPECIES] HUMAN[FACTION] DIAMONDS IN THE ROUGH PMC[RANK] COMMANDER |
______[GENDER] | ______[HEIGHT] | ______[WEIGHT] | ______[HAIR COLOR] | ______[EYE COLOR] |
| MALE | 5' 10" | 176 LBS. | LIGHT BROWN | BLUE |
___[CURRENT LOCATION] | ___[STATUS] | ___[FORCE SENSITIVITY] | ___[THREAT ASSESSMENT] |
[ASSET SUMMARY]
- Blaster rifle w/TacScope
- Heavy Blaster pistol w/TacLight
- Vibroknife
- Comlink & Headset
- Diamonds in the Rough standard issue field gear (Armor, mission specific gear, etc.)
[SUBJECT SUMMARY]
>Accessing personal logs...
>Displaying Log #22a: Family is a Loose Term...
How long has it been since I've last seen Taris? Some twenty odd years maybe. Can't say I miss it too much, just the people I left behind. Though I never think much of the planet itself, I find myself dwelling on the experiences and people I "experienced" while I wasted away my youth on that slum I used to call home.
Now, I wouldn't consider my actual home-the place so empty and devoid of happy experiences that the only reason I went back every night was to just eat and make sure I never slept on the streets-a home. Father was... Non-existent, but when he was I received new bruises that I could add to my livin art-work collection I liked to call, "Life With a Drunkard." Too bad mom didn't care enough to keep the schutta in check.
Mother, while she didn't beat me senseless like my father did, was no parent of the year. Just like Father, she never existed in my life for much longer than it took her to walk from the front door of the house to her room, which she immediately slammed shut and locked for the rest of the night. You see,
Mother was a working girl. Not in the sense most people would think of, but in the way where she worked twelve plus hours a week to support her crumbling family of a drunkard and a child delinquent. I think she may have had it worse than me.
I guess it's no wonder why my bastard of a father walked out on us: He hated his son, his wife was non-existent, and one day, he just stopped coming home. Can't say that I was disappointed.
Displaying Log 22b: Family Doesn't Always Mean Blood...
Time continued to pass after Father had left, and the family was no worse for wear. Father had a shit job, so it wasn't like we had lost any major income. Hell, it felt like Mother had just received a raise. Without the useless drunkard mooching off us we were able to live the next few years in relative peace.
Life was good, and everything felt it was coming up Sudime. We all know that good things don't last for long
[PSYCHOLOGICAL SUMMARY]
-Under Construction-
[SIGHTINGS]
-Under Construction-
[KNOWN ASSOCIATES]
- Hank "Boomer" Corwin
- DitR Combat Team Leader
- "Butler"
- DitR Intel Team Leader
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