Hairydick's Application

Steam Name: HereticsEnd
Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:38035471
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Age: 21
How long have you been rping?: For about 5 years.
How did you find us?: Pianotugboat's profile name. He's a walking ad.
Have you been banned from Singularity Gaming?: Nope.

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Name: Kreg Agustus Luther
Age: 32
Species: Human
MOS (Military Occupational Specialty) : Marine Corps Scout Sniper (MOS 0317)
You do understand as this is a private server and you have filled out a Application you can be removed from the Server or have your Character taken away within reason at any moment: I understand completely.

Two Paragraph Backstory(For Returning players it is only one Paragraph), Five to Seven Sentences per Paragraph.

Kreg Agustus Luther was born and raised in the heart of Houston Texas on January 15th, 2154. Both of his parents were wealthy land owners who had emigrated from Dublin, Ireland to the United Northern American States in the late 40s, around the same time the Charon Mass Relay was discovered. Living a rather comforting life for most of his early years, Kreg was able to get an exceptional education due to the financial status of his family. As much as his parents wished for him to become a business major, Kreg aspired for something more. As soon as he was able, Kreg enlisted into the Alliance Marines on his eighteenth birthday. Kreg's   time on the ranch taught him a great deal many things, but above all, he learned how to fire and take care of a high-powered rifle with lessons from his father.

After having served two years active duty with the Alliance Marines, Kreg applied to become a Marine Scout Sniper. The Scout Sniper was a deadly tool on the battlefield, highly skilled in fieldcraft and marksmanship, and one whom can deliver death to the enemy's doorstep from extreme ranges with expert precision. As challenging as the Scout Sniper Basic Course was, Kreg was able to pass through the gauntlet of tests by the sliver of his hair. This became a major milestone for Kreg, having passed one of the hardest tests in the Marine Corps. Just one year after having passed sniper school and having been involved with an estimated twelve combat missions, the human-colony of Elysium is attacked by Batarian-funded pirates. Kreg, now serving with the 5th Recon Battalion, and a multitude of other Marine divisions are called upon to fight back against the invasion. 5th Recon's priority was to harass and neutralize key figureheads of the pirate invasion before the full force came down from the Alliance vessels above. With the overwhelming support from the Alliance reinforcements to the defenders of Elysium, the pirate invaders were forced into a full retreat.

After the victory on Elysium, Kreg volunteered himself with the rebuilding of the war-torn cities during what would become known as the Skyllian Blitz. He assisted the people of Elysium for a number of months, giving up his vacation leave that he had accumulated from the years past along with the time he could've spent on shore leave. Kreg was eventually called back into service, having been transferred over to the One Hundred and Third Marine Division, Earth's larges collection of Special Forces soldiers. Two years after the Skyllian Blitz, the 103rd would be called into action to assist with the elimination of key pirate bases and high value targets on the moon Torfan. The resulting operation utterly decimates the pirate activity on that moon, resulting in a complete victory for the Alliance.

Between the years of 2183 and 2184, Kreg is involved with a numerous amount of missions to combat Geth activity in council space. This lasted for a number of months, the range of the individual operations varying in sizes. It wasn't until word of Saren's attempt to take the Citadel reached Alliance command that Kreg and a number of the 103rd were pulled back to assist with retaliation efforts. Kreg and contingent of other Special Forces soldiers were placed aboard the 63rd Scout Flotilla, 5th Fleet, to assist with taking the Citadel back. During the ensuing battle against Sovereign and the remnants of the Alliance and Council fleet, Kreg and the soldiers aboard the 63rd Scout Flotilla were launched by dropships in large quantities to retake the station from the enemy ground forces. Street by street, block by block and ward by ward, the ground forces of the Alliance Marines pushed through the Citadel in their slow effort to retake the station. Not all was in vein, as the flagship Sovereign was eventually destroyed by the combined might of the naval forces overhead. With the much needed reinforcements, the Citadel was eventually quelled of the Geth threat.

Come late September in the year 2186, the galaxy is now at war with the Reaper threat that was so far forgotten and put down as a myth. Kreg was stationed in Britain during the Reaper attack on Earth, having been involved with a multi-day training operation. The Reapers were ruthless in their attempts to destroy humanity, but like the annoying cockroaches humans are, they found a way to combat against the synthetic aliens. Having so much combat experience, most of the troops recovered by Kreg and his team looked to him for leadership. Task Force Phantom was the units designation, mostly due to the large amount of experienced snipers held within. Their main focus was against light and heavy infantry, leaving the larger targets such as Reaper Destroyers to other squads. At its height, Task Force Phantom had twenty three members, ten of whom were seasoned snipers. Even with spotty communication, Phantom was able to get a name for itself.

Eventually, the whole Reaper War arrived at Earth's doorstep with the arrival of the Citadel and, soon after, the combined fleets of almost all races and factions. As the battle raged in space, Hammer was able to provide the much needed relief and supplies to continue the fight against the Reapers. It's now the final phase of the war, and things are just beginning to heat up.

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