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Staff Sergeant James Taggart |
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Current Assignment:
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Alpha Squad Sgt ,
Fireteam Alpha 1, USS Cerberus |
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Species:
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Human |
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Gender:
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Male |
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Date of Birth:
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2352-07-11 |
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Height:
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5'11 |
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Weight:
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180 lbs |
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Eye Color:
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Blue |
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Hair Color:
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Brown |
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Personal Bio:
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James was born into a rich military family. His mother was his father's CO and their marriage was very traditional. He's quite certain he heard firearms going off in the background of the video at one point, but that's an aside. He was born about 7 months later (easy math). He is an only child (need to work out a birth location). He's rebellious in the only way he knows how. Military was never a question in his family, so he is a part of it, but tradition is not James' thing. He makes a deliberate effort to fiddle with Traditions as much as possible, to the point of cussing out his subordinates on a regular basis, whether the situation would dictate such a gross overreaction or not.
His early military career as a grunt (starting at age 15, much earlier than most) was like sleepwalking. He had been a recruit his whole life with his mother and father's rules. He had regular bunk inspections since before he could walk. Entering the military was a breeze, but his bad mouth has held him back. He only just recently made Squad Sergeant, and only because one of his recent (give me a rank)s was a bit o fa potty mouth himself. They would shout back and forth for hours at the lounge on the rather dirty base where he was stationed. They argued about the way Starfleet should be run from top to bottom. It was his rapport with this (rank) that started him climbing the ranks.
James got a taste for the power and liked it. He gained a better understanding of the logic behind speaking appropriately in formal settings from (haven't got a name for the above guy yet, thinking of possibly someone on this ship) whom he has started to see as a mentor. His focus on work has improved, but it has resulted in him being a bit more short with his subordinates. He curses more down-rank than he used to and less up-rank than he used to. Still, he has a tendency to become overly focused on his assignments and get flustered when interrupted. He has breakdowns when he is unsuccessful in an assignments and usually can be found in the lounge cursing at the newest ensign while drinking Jack and Captain.
He has a long scar across his face from the middle of his forehead down under his eye to beneath his left ear. This is not as visible as it was when he first got it, but it still can be seen to those who look at his face as often as most of his PFCs do. The common rumor among his subordinates is that his head was sliced in half and that he carried his brains back to the medical crew to have them placed back in. He doesn't like to tell the real story, but will always make a point of embellishing the rumor when he's got a drink in his hand. Maybe if he stays alive long enough some of the members of this ship could hear why he has that scar.
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