Joerg was born on the frontier colony of Lazria into a family that always seemed to just barely scrape by. The only child of a factory worker and a retired law enforcer, he never started out with many opportunities to begin with. Combine that with the fact that Lazria was still a fringe world, it seemed as though his entire life was laid out in front of him from the very beginning: Blue collar menial work for the rest of his days.
For about half his life, this was true. He spent his days scraping by on whatever jobs he could hold on to. Day in, day out, all day, every day. Each passing year of doing the same thing he's always done since forever whittled away at his resolve. As time went on, he only became more and more stubborn and ornery, like a pressure cooker waiting to explode.
Everything finally changed when one day, he snapped, packed his bags, and left Lazria behind, not once looking back. He ended up drifting around UGE territories doing mostly the same thing for a few more years after that, though, but he eventually found himself enlisting not long after. Needless to say, his strong build, penchant for heavy lifting, and steadfast, get shit done mentality he'd cultivated over most of his life landed him in the role of heavy gunner. His stubborn, aggressive tendencies, though, eventually earned him a number of nicknames among his peers, but out of all of them, only one ever really stuck: "Boar".
Much time has passed since Joerg had joined the force. Some days he still wonders if this is his calling. Little has changed, but he does not tire of the military life. At least not yet.
Originally Posted by Cfavano
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