Parker, K. A

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Parker, K. A.
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Posts: 26
Joined: Jun 25, 2011, 10:39 PM
Rank: Lance Corporal
Status: Healthy
Billet: 1st Section, 2nd Squad
Injuries: No injuries
Weapons: M41A2 Pulse Rifle(4 Mags)
M43A Pistol(6 mags)
Designation: Combat Engineer

Parker, K. A

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Name: Kristie Andrea Parker
Sex: Female
Age: 21
Date of Birth: 19 June 2222
Race: Caucasian
Height: 5'6''
Weight: 132 LBS
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Brown
Medical Record: Shrapnel wound, right upper shoulder, scar. Gunshot flesh wound, right lower abdomen, scar.

Physical Appearance: Kristie is average in height and weight, standing at 5'6 and weighing around 130 pounds. Her short, shoulder length hazelnut brown hair is frequently tied up in a tidy ponytail, though on occasion she lets it down, and she never allows it to grow past the top of her shoulder blades. She has a pretty, slender face with a soft featured nose and mouth, and a gentle jawline. Her most recognizable feature are her deep emerald green eyes, the most easily remembered thing about her. Kristie is remarkably strong, much more so than she would look at first glance. She has an athletically slender body with a mostly even tan, blemished only by a few sparse scars on her shoulders and abdomen. Her arms, abdomen, shoulders and legs are all gently toned by developing muscles. She obviously cares about her physical fitness and partially how that makes her look, though she hasn't worn any kind of makeup or flattering attire in years, not as though she needs to for most occasions.


Personality: Kristie is an outgoing, friendly, and cheerful individual with a very social disposition. One might think she were certainly in the wrong line of work by how she can act, but she is also mature, direct and task oriented. She is older than she looks or feels emotionally, but her youth is made very obvious through being excessively chatty or by impulsive decision making. But even so, she is emotionally and mentally grounded, easily motivated and more than willing to motivate others. Even in dire times she can be counted on to try and keep spirits up, no matter how adverse the situation may be. Kristie can show courage when she needs to, though she isn't a naturally brave person, she may feel fear but will not show it and believes strongly in helping her friends and comrades whatever the risk and no matter the odds of survival.

On duty, Kristie is more muted and serious, understanding the atmosphere of the military, especially in a combat zone, demand professional and serious behavior, though she will never hesitate to smile, laugh or try to strike up a conversation. In combat, she is focused and determined, and motivated to win. She eagerly assists in any way she can, and carries out her assigned duties with the intention of suceeding at all times. Under fire she can be a little on edge, but typically can keep herself calm with choice moments to herself, and tries to carry herself as prepared and eager, if obviously inexperienced. She follows orders well, especially from leaders who show confidence, skill and motivation.


Background: Kristie Andrea Parker was born in Boston, Massachusetts on June 19th 2222. Her family was upper middle class, with a strong inheiritance coming from her grandfather on her mothers side. Her father, Gunnery Sergeant Hugh Parker, was a training and attache liason in the Colonial Marine Corps, stationed on earth. Her mother, Sophia Parker, was a chief financial officer for her fathers pharmaceutical corporation based in Houston. Kristie is the second oldest of 5 children; her older brother by 3 years Jack, her twin sister Lynn and her younger brother Thomas and sister Susan. Being raised in a military family was tough on Kristie, though thankfully the family did not move very often. She lived in Boston for a few years before moving to New York for barely a year, and again south to Richmond, Virginia. They stayed for almost 7 years, her father taking a long term station in Virginia, however her mother, who worked in Houston, was gone for weeks at a time, home only for a few sparse days after a while away. While in Virginia, Kristie excelled in school, having a particular love for playing sports, more so than attending to her studies. The money her mother brought in allowed Kristie to participate in almost anything she wanted, and as she grew, she dipped her time into countless activities, be it music, sports, arts or academics. The hardest move came when Kristie was 12, and her father had to transfer south, to Houston.

For the rest of her family, the first few months in Houston were marked with a steady decline in grades and participation in anything outside school, but Kristie adapted to her new environment rapidly and easily. She was very social, and driven to compete as well as succeed, so she was easily able to impress teachers, coaches and not to mention readily capable of making friends. It was around her 13th birthday that her parents marriage hit the rocks, when most of the kids were grown up and no longer required the stability they'd struggled to maintain.. Hugh and Andrea loved one another, but their separate careers created a rift between them, and this even spread to their kids. Where as Susan and Lynn were attracted to the business world, Jack, Thomas and Kristie were inclined towards military life. Her father was constantly moving about while they stayed anchored in Houston, while her mother worked long hours and frequently left the city on business. Because their parents were scarcely around, Kristie and her siblings developed powerful bonds and relied on one another for support as they grew. Kristie was particularly close to her twin sister, Lynn, and they shared a great many interests, but Lynn was always a thinker and incredibly intelligent, where Kristie was more physically adept, especially in mobility sports.

When they entered high school the two drifted, both were popular among their peers, but Lynn was the top student their class, student body president and leader of a handful of student organizations. Kristie, however, was best known for her sporting triumphs, on the school sports teams especially in basketball and volleyball. They were never at odds with one another, but were not as close as they once were. Kristie became a small time sports champion for their school, captaining both the soccer and volleyball teams to national championships and even competing internationally with success. She even had an article written about her in Sports Illustrated, though, it was far in the back and not all that impressive, Kristie thought so at least. She enjoyed continued success through high school, and more importantly kept her grades competitive. She never came close to rivaling her sister, and Kristie was content and happy with that set up, she could focus her mind on sports just as much as Lynn focused on organizing events.

After graduating high school, Kristie was quick to enlist in the Colonial Marine Corps, after turning down more than a handful of generous sports scholarships, including one for Brown University. While her brother Jack had been in for several years as a pilot in the Colonial Marines, and Thomas was already dead set on becoming a rifleman in the Marines as well, Lynn was attending Brown University on a business scholarship. Kristie only felt it natural that she join as well. Her reasons for joining up are many and tend to depend on who she is telling, but for herself, she joined the Colonial Marines to serve her country and get out on her own, though a very potent influence was her desire to prove herself, not necessarily to her family, but more so to herself. Kristie found training to be rough, exceptionally so the first few weeks as she adjusted to being on her own for the first time. She found active military life to be quite different than she expected, but living on a military base on and off with her father had given her the tools necesary to succeed.

After basic training and 2 years more training thereafter, Kristie saw her first action, brief but intense, on the planet Jasmine, a small world in the final stages of its terraforming process, besieged by mercenaries. She proved herself during the 3 week battle, but lost a lot of friends in the fighting. After Jasmine, and following her brief recovery period in a naval hospital, Kristie had a relatively peaceful deployment to a 'vacation' planet, and a few stations on other planets, moons or stations, but little action and no combat resulted from any of them.


Example Post: Even without the rain, thunder and lightning and the near pitch black night, spirits in class 1071 would be low. Gunnery Sergeant Willard stared down at a line of recruits half asleep standing up, a line that was 6 recruits shorter than it had been mere hours ago. The day was a perfect filter for the weak and timid; hurricane force winds, and a torrential downpour that hadn't given an inch for over 18 hours. Fresh, crisp grass yesterday was now a pit of thick mud, and half of the recruits were ankle deep or more and sinking quick. Near the far end of the line, Kristie forced herself to take a sharp, painful breath in order to force her eyes open for just a second more. A couple of her ribs were bruised, and though they hurt like crazy, the corpsman had assured her she would be fine, if uncomfortable. She would curse him, if she had the energy, but her class had been up for over 24 hours, the final leg of training had started, she was almost there. Despite her pain, the fatigue was setting in. Her clothes had been drenched in mud and water for the better part of 12 hours, not to mention the 10 mile march in full battle gear they'd complete mere hours ago. Kristie had learned to move rather efficiently and with ease carrying upwards of 100 pounds on her back and shoulders. But adding in the water, head-on winds gusting past 50 miles per hour and the nice dirt trails turned dangerous mud highway had drained so much energy out of the entire class.

"Lovely evening for a little bit of flood preventative measures, wouldn't you say?" the drill instructor bellowed, somehow carrying his voice over the wind and rain. "Sir yes sir!" the class responded immediately, their voices sullen and small, though to their credit they replied in unison. The drill instructor didn't give the class a second look and spun on his heels, walking back towards the mess hall barely 200 feet away. Sluggishly the recruits all started to file into order and move toward a wall of sandbags haphazardly piled more or less in a line spanning over 350 feet in a half semicircle. At first the wall was intended to influence the flow of rainwater, but the sheer duration of the rainfall had rendered any attempts of control fruitless. Kristie couldn't agree more, and wondered briefly why they were out here, but quickly passed the thought behind. She grunted as her trembling hands grasped a water soaked sandbag by its edges and she lifted with a gasp, her chest burning painfully as her bruised ribs resisted her muscles working. Though unstead on her feet, Kristie just focused on keeping one foot in front of the other, her feet were numb from the cold water and runny mud, already up past her ankles.

Class 1071 worked intensely through the night, some of the more injured recruits lagged behind but no one complained. Some pushed themselves to the breaking point in order to compensate, but no one payed much attention. The mood was sullen, as Kristie hefted another sandbag onto the growing wall, now up to her thighs, while the water was nearing her shins. Her legs quivered once but she steadied herself, looking tiredly back and forth along the wall at her classmates, briefly making eye contact with the recruit closest to her. "This is fucking unbelievable." Recruit Larson suddenly yelled out, kicking his foot against the wall and causing a large splash. Most kept going on, ignoring, some stopped to look at him. Kristie sighed and went after another sandbag, a stiffness that had started in her lower back had migrated to her upper back and spread to her neck, now her entire back felt like it was made of wood. Her eyelids threatening to close at every beat of her heart, and she couldn't remember the last time she'd tasted strawberries, or any kind of berry. The mental fatigue had set in and had its way, she caught herself more than once trying to sit down and fall asleep, the soggy sandbags made a great bed, so she found. Granite, would make a great bed. "Fuck this goddamn wall, and this goddamn rain!"

"It could be worse." Kristie shouted in response, as she bent over and struggled to hoist another sandbag above the surface of the water. More eyes turned to her, including the man who had spoken out, and many stopped to listen. She waddled the sandbag over, her mind cloudy with the desire to see this torment end, but more important, she was looking forward to a good nights sleep. Kristie placed the sandbag on the top of the wall and turned her attention to Larson. "At least Schweitzer gave up and dropped out this afternoon." She grinned knowingly, eyelids half closed, several others finally stopping to look at her. "...he snored like a trombone wedged down an elephant's throat." A small chorus of laughter broke out along the wall, muted but it was there. Her body still lagged and felt sluggish, but as of now, her mind felt a little sharper. "Thank god for that. Now we just have to deal with Praven talking to himself in his sleep and we can sleep peacefully!" A louder chorus of tired laughter broke out now, making its way down the line, broken up by some expletives traded between recruits. Kristie shoved the sandbag in front of her onto the wall and turned to get yet another.

"Well well, my pretty wall is all fixed and done. Outstanding! I see if you all have the energy to laugh your worthless asses off, you have enough to run the hills! Get going!" Gunnery Sergeant Willard appeared back under his tarp, his eyes narrowed accusingly at the recruits standing in front of him. "Sir yes sir!" class 1071 replied with exhausted vigor, a small sliver of life dripping back into this tired, beaten class.. After an uneasy climb over the wall of sandbags, Kristie steadied herself and cautiously started a run towards a 12 and a half mile long trail winding through the hills surrounding the recruit training depot. She willed herself to keep her legs moving and to stay breathing, everything else would take care of itself, it always had.
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