(No, he isn't a new character, but figured I'd start getting active in the forum...starting with my character's background)

Name: Charlie Feld
DOB: August 10, 1980
Age: 32
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Gray
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 215
Hometown: Savannah, Georgia

Background story:

Charlie was born and raised as the typical southern boy in the humid, slow-paced Savannah. His father was a middle class alcoholic, not one of the ones that drove the family into ruins from abuse and financial despair, but the man always had a bottle of whiskey somewhere and was sure to be drinking from his flask at all those school football games. His mother was a liberal political activist turned housewife. Charlie spent his days growing up doing the typical things any boy would do; chasing girls, fighting, fishing, being a bit of a headache to the local police. A little after turning 16 his father would die, his body having been force fed too much alcohol over the years. The collapse in the stability of the family would leave Charlie and his mother at each other’s throats as they left suburbia for the trailer park.
The night Charlie graduated from high school the local Sheriff had decided enough was enough. After being arrested for his involvement in a violent beating in downtown, the Sheriff gave Charlie an ultimatum, join the Marine Corps, or go to jail. One week later Charlie was on a bus to Parris Island, South Carolina to endure three months of the hardest boot camp that the US military had to offer. Charlie would come out on top though, somehow adapting to the rigid way of life, harnessing the structure the Marine Corps offered.
His career in the military started as a basic infantryman, his ambition and drive leading him straight into the reconnaissance program. He was a Sergeant in a battalion recon platoon when September 11th came, and the rest of his career would be spent in either highly intensive training, or combat. After his first deployment to Afghanistan early in 2002, he came back with a Combat Action Ribbon, Bronze Star, and a tough grit that came from surviving six months of heavy, intensive fighting…his mother would never talk to him again.
His natural progression led him to the Marine Corp’s elite Force Reconnaissance, passing through his indoctrination and training regiment to become both jump and dive certified. Over the next several years he would see another deployment to Afghanistan, and two separate deployments to Iraq. Charlie was released from his service after a new officer wanted him to take his men into harm’s way on what Charlie considered a pure suicide mission. After refusing the order, the Officer attempted to berate Charlie in front of his men, resulting in Charlie knocking out the Captain with a swift punch to the jaw. Due to his service, the incident was swept under the rug, but he was forced out of the Corps. He left the service highly trained in rifle and pistol marksmanship, skills in assault breeching and weapons handling, observation and navigation skills, advanced first aid expertise, and a solid core that was wrapped in nerves of steel.

Medals: Silver Star (1), Bronze Star (3), Combat Action Ribbon (4), Navy/Marine Corps Military Awards (5 – 3 w/ Combat “V”), Good Conduct Medal (2), Global War on Terrorism Service Medal (1), Global War on Terrorism Expeditionary Medal (1), Afghanistan Campaign Medal (1), Iraq Campaign Medal (1), Sea Service Deployment (2), Presidential Unit Citation (2), Navy Unit Citation (3).

Certifications: Static Line Parachuting, Military Free Fall, High Altitude High Opening, High Altitude Low Opening, Combat Water Survival – Q, Self-Contained Underwater Breathing Apparatus, Rifle Marksmanship Expert, Pistol Marksmanship Expert, Assault Weapons Expert, Marine Corps Martial Arts Program – Brown Belt.

Traits: Calm, Intelligent, Collected, Courageous, Self-Confident, Cunning, Observant

Vices: Alcohol, Smoking, Attractive Women (Especially Redheads)

Personality: Somewhat odd. Charlie doesn’t believe in the idea of right and wrong, but merely believes in his own conviction. He full-heartedly believes that sometimes wrong things have to be done to make things right. At heart though he is a good-ol’ southern boy. He doesn’t believe men should hit women, believes in a man living by his word, and thinks that the best way for an enemy to become a friend is to beat the shit out of them then help them back up onto their feet. If they don’t want to take the offered hand, then kill them.