White Room
Name: Jacob V. Minchin
Nickname*: Jake, Jakob (pronounced German), Foster's (for stealing his first beer at 12), Piss-Pumpa'
Class: Sniper
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Birthdate: October 25th, 1950
Nationality: Australian (German, Italian, Scottish mutt)
Birthplace/Hometown: Blackwater, Australia
Vehicle: M715 Ogre
Description: Lean, sophomore wrestler's psysique, black hair, 150Ibs, 5'8, dark brown eyes, rough face, quiet until in a fight or asked a question.
Bio/Background: Facinated by the history of Australia before the Australium Age took over, Jacob vowed to leave his over-populated, over-powered, and idiotic hometown. When he was 13, Jake hitched a ride on a Mann Co. suppy plane, and didn't care where he ended up.
Once he landed in New Mexico, Jacob was found by Saxton Hale while unloading the supplies. Jacob was tossed a crate from Hale. The boy opened it once the strange Australian flew off and found a Sydney Sleeper, Huntsman, M3A1 grease gun, Tribalman's Shiv, and Golden Joeys(Australium Gold Knuckles). At the bottom of the crate was a few empty jars, kidney pills, and and simple white headband.
From there, he spend 3 years working from town to town doing oddjobs, occasionally hunting game, and learning the ancient ways of Jarate. Once he personally earned his yellow belt, he started searching for "Help Wanted" ads for mercs down in the badlands. The young marksman chose BLU and trekked down the road, following the sounds of gunfire to the badlands of Teufort.
Likes*: coffee, fist-fights, his bad ears, piss-chuckin', honor, efficiency, stealth, getting in close-quarters with his opponents, out-techniquing an opponent
Dislikes*: hyper personalities, burn on his right arm, his anger issues, runners, blind fighting, losing (although he learns, and doesn't make the same mistakes)
Sexual Preference*: Straight
Romanceable?*: Barely
Additional Notes*: Don't get too close, unless you're in need of a Balmain kiss.
