Post by grant on Nov 10, 2012 21:13:52 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px; border-radius: 20px 0px 20px 0px; padding: 10px; border: #000000 solid 0px; ] stuck in this daydream. [style=font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: 6px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center;]MELIMUS.PRIME FULL NAME: Grant Lee Wilson ALIAS: NA DATE OF BIRTH: 05/05/1987 AGE: 25 OCCUPATION: Bodyguard/Former SAS SEXUALITY: Heterosexual PLAY BY: Daniel Conn VISITORS [style=background-color: #65727A; border: 10px solid #65727A; font-family: georgia; letter-spacing: 10px; color: white; text-align: center;]all about me It's incredible how quickly one's life can take a turn for the worst or for the better. As of yet, I'm not entirely certain which direction my life's gone. I'm not entirely certain I'll be able to say which direction my life will have gone by the time I'm (hopefully) aged and on my death bed. But the world and all of the people in it have a strange way of contributing to your life in even the smallest of ways... and those small ways can wind up having the biggest impact on your life in the long run. The smallest decision. The smallest action can change the course of history. Incredibly enough, a man who grew up poor in the seediest parts of London can even wind up as a part of one of the most elite fighting forces in the world. [/style]When you grow up with only the barest of minimum to keep you fed and clothed, you wind up aspiring and dreaming of being something more. My father before me was a respectable man. A member of the British Army who served for a good many years before his life was forfeit in the Falklands War between Arengtina and the United Kingdom. I was only one at the time. Still a baby. And it left my mother with a mouth to feed and little choice but to work a factory job while I spent my youth dreaming of following in my father's footsteps... A prospect that, understandably, terrified my mother. But let's face it. When you came from the background that I did, it didn't leave a whole lot of room for opportunity when it came to the prospect of moving up in the world. And I wanted to. Desperately. I didn't want my own children to have to grow up the way I did. I was smart about my money and, when I turned eighteen and was able to enlist in the British Army, I did so. At eighteen I wasn't intending on marrying or starting a family of my own to be certain, but I was careful still. I spent two years in the British Army before I was recommended for Special Air Service selections. I was a skilled gunfighter, smart and quick to think. And the SAS was looking for exactly my breed of soldier - or so I was told. Understand that the selection process is not something to be taken lightly. Not by a long shot. Candidates are expected to complete a Personal Fitness Test as well as a Combat Fitness Test before being expected to march virtually across the country in timed intervals where the distance you cover is increased daily. It all culminates into a wonderful thing that survivors of the selection process call the 'Fan Dance'. It's a 64 km hike with full equipment that scales and descends Pen y Fen. 886 m above sea level. It's no walk in the park. And did I mention that it has to be completed within 20 hours? Not to mention, after the 'hill' phase, you're expected to be able to run an additional 6.5 km in 30 minutes as well as swim 3.2 km in 90 minutes. No trouble at all, right? Following the 'hill' phase (a name I'm certain all candidates strongly disagree with) is the Jungle Phase. I completed mine in Malaysia. I was taught formation and navigation as well as survival at this point before I returned to Hereford for training in foreign weapons and battle plans as well as taking part in combat survival exercises, complete with one week of escape and evasion. We were literally given a tin can full of everything we would need to survive and told to head for a specific point by first light in Second World War uniforms. And then came the hard part. Resistance to Interrogation. Keep in mind that of approximately 200 candidates in one class, only 15 to 20 percent of those candidates will remain after Hill Phase alone. So say there are only 40 men left with you, erring on the greater percentage scale of that 200... You'd think after the Hill Phase and Jungle Phase, you'd consider yourself to have the toughest of the tough with you and at your side... But consider this... After the Resistance to Interrogation, or RTI course, you'll be down to only 3/4 of that 40. On average, the selection process graduates only 30 men to fully operation members of the SAS. Keep in mind, I'm not telling all of this to you as some form of bragging rights. I'm not mentioning the process as some form of egotistical rampage. You mentioned that you wanted to get a better understanding of the man that I am and I honestly believe that, in order to understand the man that I am you first need to understand the background that I come from. And if you can't grasp the concept of the most difficult, trying and intense weeks of my young adult life... You can hardly come to understand the even more difficult years of my adult life to come. Some would argue that going into such depth about only a few weeks of my life hardly accounts for the man that I am as a whole... But I believe that getting through the trials and tribulations leading up to the extent of my military career truly dictated the man that I would become. From there, my path branched out a little more. I spent four years with 'A' Squadron in the 22 Special Air Service Regiment before I felt that I was ready to really 'step up my game' for lack of a better phrase. (Excuse my terminology and please, try to understand that I did spend an awful lot of time in Iraq working with a lot of men from the West. American Special Forces soldiers have a very.... colorful vocabulary.) I wound up looking towards the Special Projects Team which, for all intents and purposes, is the SAS anti-hijaking and counter terrorism unit specializing in Close Quarter Battle, or CQB, sniper techniques and hostage rescue. Understandably, we were quite the commodity in Iraq along with the American Navy SEALs, Green Berets and Rangers. We saw a lot... and I do mean... a lot. I spent six years with the Special Projects Team in Iraq, usually committed to a number of back to back Combat Deployments before the UK formally ended their commitment in Iraq. That was, more or less, when I formally ended my commitment to the 22 Special Air Service Regiment and started looking towards the Territorial Regiments. Now... understand... I spent a substantial amount of time in Iraq and was on a substantial number of successful missions. In fact, as far as my military record goes, I was documented as having completed the most successful number of missions while in the Middle East. It's nothing I really attribute to some God given talent or amazing skill, but rather to sheer dumb luck. In order to log away that number of successful missions, it more or less involves dedication and luck. Being in the right place at the right time and being assigned to the right Squadron... It goes a long way towards helping your military career, understandably. My contract with the SAS was coming due again, and I knew that the way that we fought our battles had changed drastically. But it was the final tour that I gave to our relief that wound up changing my life for a long time coming. In January of 2009, I was leading our relieving company on a tour of the area, getting them acquainted with their new surroundings and giving them tips and tricks to adhere to. What I wasn't expecting was an ambush. Things in the area had been quieting down significantly. Not to say that I was lax in my duties in the least, but it was out of the norm... which was precisely what they wanted. I took a bullet to the knee. Spent a long time recovering and by the time I was ready to go back, the war was already over... They'd pulled a good number of our troops out and they were speculative as to just how well I'd be able to perform. They obviously didn't know me very well... I joined a private security firm... Started taking bodyguarding jobs while dignitaries and celebrities were in London. It's amazing how much people will pay for that kind of thing. But I was a little surprised when one of my clients recommended me to another man... but the job was quite different from any other that I'd ever taken before in the sense that I wouldn't be on home turf. I'm being paid well but... once I got to the USA and heard exactly what was happening, I realized I wasn't being paid nearly well enough for this shit... But a contract is a contract after all... And truth be told... my newest charge is proving to be much more of a challenge than I expected... Which I'm not complaining too much about. Apparently I fit the role perfectly for the idea that her father had in mind. I'm to play the part of her fiance. He wanted a special forces type person... someone used to working under the radar and playing a persona. I have way more experience in that department than I'd like to admit. He wanted someone foreign... I fit the bill there quite nicely as well. But make no mistake... I'm not enjoying this assignment at the moment despite the fact that the woman that I am guarding is exceptionally attractive... |
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