JJ "Pyotr Tsiolkovsky"

Full Name:
Pyotr Tsiolkovsky


Call-sign:
Hazard


Nickname(s):
JJ


Species:
Human


Homeworld:
Beta Gabriel


Age:
22


Sex:
Male






Height:
5'10"


Weight:
165 lbs


Eye Color:
Green


Hair Color:
Dirty blonde


Hair Style:
Cropped


Facial Hair:
None


Skin Color:
Pale


Build:
Average build, very fit


Distinguishing Features:
Pock marks on his left cheek, a burn scar on his left arm which looks like it was supposed to be a spider






Allegiance:
UNSC


Rank: Private 1st Class


Assigned Squad:
TBD


MOS:
ODST, demolitions


Assignment:
TBD


Basic Training:
Typical UNSC army training, explosives training, special forces training, pre-ODST preparatory training, and ODST training.  Also used to participate in parade/ceremonial demonstrations for an old Scorpion--off the record of course.






Armor:
Standard ODST armor, yellow markings.  Sometimes has a red "DO NOT PRESS" button sticker on it.


Weaponry:
MA5D assault rifle with M301 grenade launcher attachment "Carol" (may have a DO NOT PRESS sticker if allowed by commander), M363 Remote Projectile Launcher "Hello" (may have DO NOT PRESS sticker), M9 grenades, assorted explosives (as dependent on the mission, up to and including M41 rocket launcher, may sacrifice M9's if necessary, consult your doctor for details, restrictions apply, results may vary)


Other Equipment:
Standard ODST gear


Vehicle:
None


Assigned A.I.:
None






Religious Belief:
Believing "agnostic."  (Believes firmly there's something, just doesn't know what)


Sexual Preference:
heteroflexible


Relationship Status:
Single


Personality:
JJ is a person who paradoxically gets very energetic about everything, yet strangely doesn't seem excited by much at all.  Whenever he talks out of combat, he speaks a mile a minute, and when out of a combat scenario will go off on strange, seemingly unconnected tangents which can be very difficult to follow if not listened to the whole way through.  Sometimes his train of logic will seem completely nonsensical, but when he does this it is usually intentional mis-leading and will usually follow it up with some snappy comment once the person realizes that he's being facetious.  He is in fact quite intelligent and grounded, he just seems to take some sort of strange pleasure on leading people on pointless mental goose chases.  In the field he's pretty damn focused, though his quick talking and occasional sarcastic quips remain intact, and he tends to be the sort to start hitting the joke button during lulls in the conflict, even when he himself doesn't seem to enjoy the jokes.  He seems to prefer avoiding mental stress rather than confronting it, and will usually try to help others do the same by leading them on a mental tangent away from the subject.  He also has a love of explosives and explosions which is downright fetishistic.  If there is any excuse to blow something up, he will take it.  If there are courses of action being debated, he will always suggest the one involving conflagrations.  Of particular note he has a habit where, if a particular enemy is specifically irritating him, he will fire a grenade at it, even if wildly unnecessary.  He hates being referred to by his actual name and prefers being called JJ or Hazard.  He seems to have a deep love of retro media dating from the 20th century to the 24th, and will often name specific explosives after some character from his childhood.  It must be stressed that he is psychologically stable; it is more likely he does half of these antics just because he thinks it lightens the mood... and tends to go through all of them with a blank expression or, at best, a thin smile.  He also has a history of disobeying minor orders involving personalization of equipment--in particular his love of the "DO NOT PRESS" button which he seems to slap on everything if his superiors aren't looking.






JJ's childhood history is utterly unremarkable save for the material he was raised on (and even then, not by much).  Born and raised on a farm on Beta Gabriel, his parents took pride in their unusually large collection of old media ranging from the vaguely recent to the downright ancient.  His family was a typical kind of dysfunctional with his parents divorcing bitterly and constantly getting tossed back and forth between the two while they constantly bad-mouthed each other, his older brothers' typical sibling rivalry abuses not really helping.  However, he found a sort of escapism in the works of the past, not to mention the modern cartoons which glorified the soldiers of the UNSC, albeit in a more action-comedy fashion.  At school he became something of a punching bag thanks to his nerdy, "rapid-fire jabbering," as well as his unusual name for the region (not many Russian-descended families in the area).  Deciding to embrace the former of the two, he looked through his catalog of favorite characters for someone fast-talking, and stumbled onto the old 20th century cartoon Jabber Jaw, and so started calling himself JJ.  As he had hoped, this actually helped cut down on the bullying; he no longer really had the name to pick on (at least he didn't answer to it), and since he embraced the only other thing they picked on him for, there was no more fun in it.  Encouraged by his success, what had started as just something he did for kicks and giggles became a seemingly permanent part of his personality over time.  Beyond this, there is nothing of note until he turned fifteen.

JJ, his father, and his brothers had been on a trip to Earth to visit some family and to just get away from home... it was a mind-numbingly dull trip filled with nothing but tedium, making nice with absurdly noisy family members, and listening to his father complain about their mother... so basically just tedium.  On the return trip, they boarded the UNSC Shadow of Winter, which was an old cruiser built directly after the Covenant-Human War and had been converted into a sort of museum ship and cruise liner.  It had a small military contingent aboard mostly for the sake of making sure that the craft wasn't hijacked and retained a token defensive armament (though nothing compared to its glory days).  Midway through the journey, JJ had been wandering the ship, looking at some of the exhibits simply because he wanted to look at it all without his family droning in his ear (thank god for cryosleep), when alarm claxons started sounding throughout the ship and felt the craft jitter with some sort of weapons' fire.  Moving with excitement to a window, he watched with shocked awe as a series of boarding ships approached the liner/cruiser, several of them blowing apart in a grand orange explosion.  Of course, as it was made clear that the boarders would ram themselves aboard, the UNSC troops aboard began gathering the civilians to get them to safer places, JJ included.  He would later find out that this was an Insurrectionist attempt to capture several high-end diplomats who were apparently headed for a meeting with the Sangheili, though this was far from the teenage boy's mind.  He was more focused on a mixture of excitement and terror as he quickly found out that he was on the wrong side of the ship from the safe zone.  Soon he found himself with a front row seat to ship-board combat, bullets pinging around him and people from both sides dropping in front of him.  He really wasn't able to register all that much about it--he was too busy keeping his head down.  As it was, this would have been a life-changing experience, but then something unusual happened.  It started with JJ getting captured by one of the Insurrectionists and being pushed to the ground, one of the terrorists saying that they were going to use him as a hostage or some like.  However, as he looked at his captor, he noticed out of the corner of his eye one of them pulling out a frag grenade, beginning to say the usual "FRAG OUT!" but only getting as far as the "F" before getting tagged... and dropping the live grenade.  Immediately JJ dove for cover, and as his captor brought his gun up to shoot him the grenade went off.  A blast of heat blew his hair back and he felt some hot tiny pinpricks strike his face and parts of his body... yet he wasn't afraid--he had expected his death when he was captured.  No, instead he was narrowly SAVED by that grenade, and in that moment he felt some wild exhilaration the likes of which he had never experienced.  In that moment, he felt as if he saw the face of God.  He was soon scooped up by the UNSC troops, somewhat shaken, yet strangely excited by the experience.  Eventually the terrorists had what they needed and attempted to leave in the ship's lifepods... but the timely arrival of an ACTUAL cruiser saw them thoroughly blown away in yet another beautiful, breath-taking display.  His father and brothers welcomed him back with tears and open arms, and when they got home his mother damn near sued for custody, but JJ only had one thing on his mind: those magnificent explosions.  He knew exactly what job he wanted.

The day he turned eighteen, JJ joined the UNSC and made a special point to do everything in his power to point himself towards working with explosives.  And to his credit, he did extremely well in basic, showing very good proficiency with the average small arms, qualifying for marksman training (though he opted out), and, most importantly, excelling in everything that had to do with grenades, mortars, rocket launchers, shaped charges, missile turrets, and everything else that made things go "boom."  Even before he was posted he was considering applying to a special forces unit, and his drill sergeant told him that "I wouldn't recommend it, but you seem to have the stuff."  Rather early on JJ started running into problems in the military, mostly in that there really wasn't much for him to do the majority of the time.  While he was a foot soldier, he spent most of his time with the mechanics and vehicle guys, helping maintain the big guns and trying to learn everything he could about them.  Thanks to his camaraderie with the vehicle crews, during a brief stay on Earth while their ship, the Forge Child, was seeing some maintenance, he was allowed to take an old Scorpion out on a parade route... and then helped pump some blank rounds out for the enjoyment of the crowds.  While it wasn't quite as fulfilling as the memories aboard the Shadow of Winter, it re-instilled that spark which got him into the military to begin with, and after a few more months of unfulfilled dreams and boredom, he was finally given a chance to shine.  It was a brute raid on a newer terraforming project--really nothing more than harassment on the grand scale of things, but it was a moment for the Forge Child's crew to fight.  While most people were either nervous or, at least, not eager to fight, JJ was more than happy for a chance to prove himself.  It wasn't an especially exceptional set of fighting actually, the Brutes were mostly equipped with cobbled together or aging equipment and they were driven off pretty quickly.  However, in the fighting JJ was personally responsible for destroying several brute ghosts and choppers and even joining with some other rocket-equipped soldiers to knock down a Spirit... the crash of which was like a fine painting to his eyes.  Not long later the Forge Child was assigned to a group to root out the origin of that same brute force.  This time he showed his ability to keep his mouth shut (something which shocked his superiors) and was part of a group which destroyed the majority of the brute air power on the ground before the fighting started proper, then assisted throughout the fighting, actually getting shot at one point but remaining fighting.  During this battle, his assault rifled was damaged by a spiker shot and he was forced to find a new weapon as a massive wave of the bastards charged down on them, his unit panicking as they faced what they thought was certain doom... and it was here that he found his new friend lying in the dust... a MA5D with an M301 attached to it.  Gripping the rifle, he popped up and started letting loose with the grenade launcher, screaming at the top of his lungs.  He took another shot here, but it didn't matter, his sudden jolt to the system was just enough to falter the brutes and rally the troops.  Things are a little fuzzy for him after that, but he remembers a LOT of gunfire and him chucking two grenades over his cover and then slowly passing out.  He later woke up back in the Forge's medical bay, some fresh scars on him, but mostly alright, and came out of it with a pair of medals to boot (granted one of them was the equivalent of a purple heart, but...)

While in recovery, he was approached with an offer to undergo evaluations to join the ODST, assuming he recovered from his wounds well enough and was able to get through the preliminary training and physical evaluations.  He couldn't say "yes" fast enough.  It was a brutal process.  The training made him wish he hadn't been born and it felt like he was going through hell and back.  Every bad habit that had nearly gotten him killed was practically beaten out of him... but in the end he was one of the few who managed to make it through.  He passed every test thrown at him, not quite with what one would call flying colors, but he managed well enough.  After that ODST training began, and while it was rough, he strangely felt that it was somehow easier than the rest... maybe because his body had time to fully heal after those and he had learned his place.  On top of that, he was allowed to keep that rifle that saved his life: he named her Carol.  He's since gone through ODST training and has been staying with his folks as he prepares to ship off again, perhaps a little nervous about the danger he'll be facing, but eager to get back in the action.  To him, there is nothing like the wild rush of combat, and in particular he adores the fire and force that only a man with tools like his own would unlock.