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Amelia Johnson, San Andreas Department of Corrections. Rank: Captain of the Correctional Emergency Response Team ( C.E.R.T. ) Background: Amelia was born into a train-wreck of a household, her parents both resented her birth, their broken marriage certainly wasn’t fixed with her being born. She was born into a house of neglect and abuse from a young age, she practically raised herself, her own home was a war zone it seemed only fitting she joined the armed forces as soon as she could, from one war zone to another. That was where she met her fiancée, Jonathan, he was the one good thing she had, and he changed her. She was once cold, dismissive and angry, and yet, he was completely the opposite, seeing the silver lining in everything. He helped her, and over time she became a nicer person. Amelia was an expert Marksman. Captain of her own troop. Her fiancée was always front and center in her deployments, serving under her as her second in command. The pair worked excellent together, their missions almost always went without a hitch, Amelia hated mistakes or failure, and still hates mistakes or failure because failure and mistakes costs lives. War changes a person, Amelia saw things that broke her, and one thing broke her more than anything. Their mission was simple, take out enemy forces and clear the area of hostiles so the civilians could recover their homes. She took point on a building, giving her squad eyes from above, allowing her fiancée to take the lead of the ground troupes keeping contact via radio at all times to ensure their safety. Looking out across the terrain with her scope, Amelia saw something that worried her. And that something was absolutely nothing at all. The place was desolate. Quiet even… Too quiet. Amelia knew there was something wrong, she contacted her squad over the radio, advised them to leave, ordered them to leave, but her fiancée refused. He told her they had this, that they had to complete this mission, advised her that he could do it. Against her better judgement and her gut feeling, she trusted him. She allowed the mission to go ahead, even though she didn’t trust the situation. She gave the all clear on the path ahead, the troop advanced forward. Something stopped Jonathan in his tracks he ordered the troops to stop and his attention turned to a building. He informed Amelia over the radio he heard crying, a young girl perhaps. He wanted to check it out, see if she was safe. Amelia wanted to refuse, she wouldn’t be able to oversee them from inside, but she knew Jonathan wouldn’t back down from this, he was too kindhearted to let a child suffer. Reluctantly she allowed him to go, just assess the situation, but leave if something looked out of the ordinary. She watched as half of her squad entered, the air was silent as she waited for a voice. Anything over the radio to let her know that they were okay. Then, out of the silence, an earth shattering explosion booming out into the void, coming from within the building Jonathan had entered. Without thinking she jumped to her feet, losing what little cover she had, a gunshot then followed, screaming through the air, cutting her clean in the shoulder. Pure Adrenaline kept her going, she fled to the street, echoing sounds of bullets ricochet across the battlefield. The whole situation was blinding her, she simply ran, ran towards the explosion. Amelia ran past as her soldiers who were slowly beginning to fall, fighting a losing battle, after the ambush of soldiers who emerged since the explosion. She reached the building and upon entering the building, the smoke obscured her view, and rubble blocked her path, eventually; even in her state she got through… And then she saw it. Something that has haunted her for the rest of her days. The image never left her mind. Jonathan, his body charred hunched over, his leg completely blown off, but he was alive, barely, he turned his body away; letting go of the small child he’d shielded from the blast, the girl he’d given his life to protect, stood, barely harmed, she was wounded of course, but she would live. Jonathan coughed up a mouthful of blood, Amelia dropped to her knees beside him, she watched as the light faded from his eyes, heard his choking voice as he took his last breath. The raspy apology that fell from his lips as his hand fell from her cheek and flat upon the floor. She barely remembered what happened next, she didn’t recall what went through her head as she withdrew the pistol from her waist. She raised the pistol, aiming it right between the little girl’s eyes, and pulled the trigger. Grief was a powerful emotion. Her beloved died to protect a child. One he didn’t even know. Why should she live in his place? Amelia didn’t remember the rest. She blacked out from her wounds, and woke up in the hospital weeks later. She was informed what remained of her troops carried her to safety, retreated from the village. She was never the same, she returned to the cold, heartless woman she was before, if not more harsh than before. Soon after she was declared unfit for duty, and sent home with an honorable discharge, her grief and PTSD deemed her unfit for duty. Everywhere she looked, she saw things. Two things more than anything. Her husband and the little girl he died to protect. The little girl haunted her more than anything, followed her like a shadow no matter where she went, even to this day she swore she could see her. Tormenting her. The little girl has become a physical embodiment of her guilt, her loss and her failure. Amelia finally got herself back on her feet, she obtained a job at a prison after a while, though after a while they had to let her go, disapproving of her methods. She was using the prisoners in training sessions, often made trainees beat the inmates to train them how to use their weapons, their tear gas. She was good at her job however, the inmates and even the employees feared her, nobody would underestimate her, nor would they question her power. Her methods just simply weren’t allowed, and so she had to be let go. After hearing about her potential, Amelia was offered a job at San Andreas Department of Corrections with her vast knowledge of riot control, she took control over the Correctional Emergency Response Team, changing the way things run one step at a time. Amelia still currently works at SADOC as a Captain of C.E.R.T. and has been compared to that of a "Drill Sergeant" as she likes to run things a certain way. (( Please don't meta-game any information given to you from this background. Amelia's story will be updated with things that happen to her ICly. ))

+1 good idea, mom!