|Height:||6ft / 1.8m|
|Organization:||Star Military of the Democratic Imperium of Nepleslia|
Build and Skin Color: Kenneth has a fair, mocha-like complexion surprisingly devoid of many blemishes. While his right arm is entirely cybernetic from the socket of his shoulder, his entire physique is more of the defined and athletic nature that does well to fill out a suit. Martial arts practice, swimming, running, and similar activities are clearly his preferred hobbies if his physique is anything to go by.
Eyes and Facial Features: Ken has a face befitting a bodyguard – which is appropriate. Defined cheek bones, with a smoother jaw line, a sharp nose, and a pair of sharp blue eyes that he often prefers to keep obscured by a pair of wrap-around shades. His default expression could almost be described as something akin to a bird of prey.
Ears: His ears are human, nothing more. Nothing notably special except for the fact that he -does- have ear rings.
Hair Color and Style: Ken's hair is a dark black color and usually kept in a high-and-tight fashion with a sharp Widow's Peak, and a high fade to it. He isn't much of a fan for styling or doing much else with his hair, preferring a rather simple, and utilitarian appearance for it.
Distinguishing Features: Though it's often obscured by gloves and long sleeves both in and out of uniform when he is able to do so, starting from the shoulder itself, his entire right arm is cybernetic. On his back he has some rather exotic-looking gang ink which goes across his shoulder blades, and down the back of his left arm while cut short at his right shoulder. His often has some sort of stud or piercing in his ears and is usually seen wearing a pair of wrap-around shades when not on duty.
Personality: *Excerpt from Marine Corps mental evaluation*
With a family he describes as “a mother who couldn't care less and a father inconsiderate enough to catch enemy fire”, P3C Kenneth Byer-Ryzaev seems like the type of individual who could name all those he truly trusts on one hand – with fingers to spare. And he frankly doesn't seem as if that will change at any point in the immediate future. While able to work well with others, he seems intent to keep relationships with fellow Marines and other service members at a professional distance at all times. While other Marines will go on weekend passes with one another in order to go drinking or partying, he tends to avoid such things when possible, but still attempt to avoid being completely ostracized by those he works with. If the whole squad or platoon is going, then he'll be sure to attend for at least long enough to say he was present. If it is just a small gathering, he's far less likely to feel inclined to go.
Another point of note is that, while seemingly open to discuss virtually -every- other aspect of his life, when questioned about his love life, the Private is a completely closed case. He gives only the most short and abrupt answers, if any at all, and is quick to change the subject. It was possible to determine based on what he said that he seems to feel vaguely uncomfortable about the topic of his own open preference to both genders. It seems childhood would be to blame. Kenneth considers himself to be very masculine, tough, capable, and not prone to showing emotions. Yet he grew up in an environment where that kind of behavior was treated as feminine, weak, or otherwise to be ridiculed. At one point he received recommendation to be given counseling on this issue. Out of seventeen planned sessions the Private attended only two before never showing up again.
While it might be considered concerning to some, it is noted that the doctor performing the interview did not determine his behavior to be a highly destructive/inhibiting issue when he reaches his next duty station. While socially he is lacking, he possesses a strong personal drive, and a goal-oriented mind-set that works well in terms of his work ethic and professional behavior. It is, however, recommended that he be encouraged (not forced) to interact socially with his fellow Marines more often when possible.
Kenneth does not have, by any means, the most tragic, or depressing history out there. Many people have suffered far worse than what he has endured and he has no illusions to the contrary.
If he were to describe his home life, he'd likely say that he never truly had much in the way of something that felt like home for many years. He never got a chance to really see his father, with only pictures, a name, and the occasional story his mother would slur out when the influences of alcohol would convince her to tell him anything about the man. Apparently he was a good enough man, nothing too notably special about him to either side of the moral compass, but to ask his mother she painted Badruddin as the most despicable person to ever live. They had met in some sleazy bar near a military post, where Panova and many of her friends would pub-crawl on the lookout for soldiers with time to kill and money to spend. One night of passion brought on by the finer sorts of liquor lead to a steady relationship brought on close to a month later by the news of her pregnancy. He was at least good enough of a man to try supporting his new-found family as much as possible.
Kenneth wasn't even out of the hospital yet when his father's unit was given orders to ship out to the front lines yet again. It was on some back-water planet far from home, during some routine patrol that seemed no important than the dozens before it that very same week, and his father happened to be the man on point unlucky enough to catch the eye of an enemy sniper. They came under fire, and his father zigged when he should have zagged. Kenneth's sadness over the issue is – minimal at best, since he never had a chance to know the man, and he grew up in his early years with an understandably slanted view of his father from his mother who was slowly collapsing in to the world of alcoholism. Other than that, there was nothing particularly noteworthy about his youngest years of life until about the age of eleven when the young boy found himself getting involved in one of the many gangs in his area.
At that age, while not much of a fighter, he was clearly not the kind to be used for the most violent work. It was petty crimes once he started at the age of thirteen, too: muggings and shop-lifting. Flash a knife, shout a few commands, and run off with the goods as fast as you can go. For him it was easy enough, being rather tall and broad-shouldered, and generally athletic for his age as he grew older. It wasn't until the age of fifteen when he attempted to mug the wrong man. The typical routine that night, jumping out the alley, show the knife, grab the wallet, and run for it as fast as he could. Two people went easy, but on the third Kenneth only got about as far as flashing the knife. He doesn't really remember what the man did exactly, but it fractured Kenneth's wrist and put him flat on his back seeing stars. He could have killed the young kid, called the cops, or even been so “merciful” as to simply tell his mother who the young boy knew wouldn't have cared. Instead a deal was made.
Apparently the man, Nathan Doering had lived similar childhood in a life of crime before actually falling in with a martial arts training class began to sort his life. Though too dazed to really walk in much of a straight line at the moment, a deal was made. The police wouldn't be called and parents wouldn't be told, on one exception. Kenneth would agree to leave his gang and Doering would help take him under his wing for a while to keep him on a cleaner path. Nearly about to turn fifteen, Kenneth accepted the offer, and did his best to leave the gang as cleanly as possible: one of the lucky few who didn't have somebody make an attempt on his life after for it. He began to spend more of his time with Doering, straightening out school grades that had been slipping over the years, helping him get back on track in his life, and even using the very same methods that had helped him: the martial regimen of the combative arts. Not initially taught to him as a weapon, lessons developed as he became more comfortable under Doering's wing. He could share more with that man than he could about anything else in his life.
Whether that be problems at school, his searching for work, and even something so important to the young man as a crisis of sexuality. It was no lie to say that Doering was far more supportive than an increasingly non-influential mother who seemed to spend more time locked away in a drunk-tank for public intoxication than she spent at home. At eighteen years old Doering helped him find a job to utilize his growing familiarity of martial arts, and a basic understanding of firearms given to him by so many Lewis Pasco Days growing up. It was as a bodyguard, or a Personal Security Contractor as his resume would say, and it was work that the young man fell in love with. It was true he had a hard time getting involved in the industry, needing to compete with people sporting prior service in law enforcement or the military, but it was something that he eventually managed to do. He made a successful career of it, too. While never guarding the biggest movers and shakers of the economy, he still made good money, and still kept in touch with Doering as much as possible.
Kenneth was content with his lot in life, wearing a nice suit, carrying a pistol, and just keeping high-paid VIPs safe. He only fired his weapon with intent to harm or kill seven times in his career, usually ending up breaking a knife-wielding arm, or throwing down an over-eager civilian more often than he needed to shoot somebody. It wasn't until his mentor and adoptive father left on a flight to go visit family closer to the contested lines of Nepleslian space that things began to change. At first it started with a car wreck, a rather gruesome one when the limo in which he was riding with his employer was caught in the side by a speeding intoxicated driver at the very beginning of what had the makings of becoming dangerous high-speed pursuit – and certainly ended like one. In the course of the wreck, the bones of his arm were so badly broken and he had so many shards of glass in it that the twenty four year old bodyguard's right arm was amputated and replaced by a cybernetic duplicate. Seven months of recovery, of getting used to ghost limb pains that still occasionally plague hum to this day, and he was back on the job. Just in time to suddenly be sent a notice by a friend of some terrible news from a mutual friend of he and Doering's.
Arriving at his destination safely, Nathan Doering had spent two weeks with his family making sure they were all doing well. The day he was scheduled to head back home, an NMX raid hit them. Many were killed or captured by the enemy, with Marines and local defense forces doing their best to fend off the raiding enemy forces. Nathan Doering was marked as a possible Prisoner of War, likely dead by that point in time. The news would leave a gap in Kenneth's life that would hit him so hard he would need to take another two months off of work before attempting to throw himself back in to the routine. Yet as much as he would try, that gap would persist to plague him. Something that could never be filled. It was anger, sadness, regret, sorrow, and what felt like a hundred other things that he couldn't begin to describe. All of them swirling around in them and he needed some way to keep it all in control. It was sitting at a bar one day four months after turning twenty five that Kenneth would find himself sitting in a bar on the Rokin Isles miles away from his childhood home in Hanya that the young man saw an add come on the TV.
“Are you tired of the same old -crap-?!
Tired of people thinking you're some sort of weak pansy?!
Well get off that couch and come to the Marines, today!”
The rest is, as they so often say, history.
Seeing as he was born on a planet named after the nation itself, Kenneth is quite proficient in Nepleslian. He can read, write, issue commands, and speak just as well as any other native-born Nepleslian. Along with this his mentor in life taught him a smattering of profanities in Yamataian. Marine training has made him familiar with basic radio operations and procedures, as well as familiarizing him with how to make and receive transmissions from a variety of sources such as headsets or vehicle comm systems in both combat and non-combat situations. Further training familiarized him in how to fill out forms and paperwork, as well as rudimentary forms of communication like hand signals, lights, or other methods.
Several years of training and practice prior to even joining the military have left Kenneth both in excellent physical condition, and well-trained. He has experience with Krav Maga, Muay Thai, and even the ever-infuriating art of Ginga (or as he calls it, prancing back and forth to piss people off). Training in the Marines has made him intensely familiar with pistols of all types, knives, hand grenades and certain other varieties of explosive weaponry, and an immense variety of rifles and other long-weapons. Along with all of the styles and practices he learned early in life, he also took to Marine hand-to-hand training quite well. He keeps himself in top physical shape, with a high endurance. Further training has him able to use power armor systems, with a reliance on the AI to do anything too advanced.
Born in the cities and living in them for much of his life, this was a harder topic for Kenneth to become accustomed to. Most of what he knows comes only from what he's read about or seen on TV, and from Marine training. However the training from the Corps has helped him immensely. He's familiar with the basics behind guerrilla warfare, escape-and-evasion, SEER-like scenarios, how to scavenge for food and supplies, camouflage, and things such as hunting or building a shelter in hostile or wild environments.
Before joining the Marines, to a lesser extent his job as a Personal Security contractor required this kind of knowledge. Positioning himself and his team around a VIP in the proper environment, observing his surroundings, and each part of the team working together as one smooth machine. Further training in the Marines has advanced it to a more militant and openly combative mind-set. He has been taught the importance of discipline and morale, of the team's fluidity and compatibility in the field. Already versed in math necessary to calculate distances, and the training required to recognize tactical spots of the field such as possible ambush points, he has been further trained to recognize, and be able to follow a chain of command even when under the extreme duress of combat or similar situations.
For Kenneth, early life as a teenager was best preserved, and lived out of jail by being a capable runner. As a bodyguard and now a Marine, dangerous situations can mean a need to move far as possible, and with haste. On his average PT test the Marine is capable of scoring in the 10:30 to 11:45 range on his two-mile run, variables notwithstanding. He can run far, fast, and keep going if he has to. This also carries over in to the sometimes much needed short bursts of speed in cover-to-cover sprints.
Swimming is a second hobby of his, though not for any reason particularly related to childhood criminal ventures. He is a strong and capable swimmer who, when pushed, is capable of treading water for hours if absolutely necessary. While he is not the fastest swimmer to ever dive in to the pool, he is capable, strong, and agile enough to slip around in the water as he needs to. It's quite possibly his second favorite hobby next to running, and he pursues it as such.
Kenneth Byer-Ryzaev has the following items:
Kenneth Byer-Ryzaev is currently a P3C in the Star Military of the Democratic Imperium of Nepleslia.
|6000 DA||Starting Funds|
Well, here he is in all his glory. Hope it all works out well after that whole “spam text” fiasco earlier. \