Timothy Blin

Australia

A man equipped in ODST armour entered a small room, the walls were made of metal and the floor hard steel. The ceiling was dim as one light hang from it. In the centre there was a single desk with two chairs, on the desk was a dossier. The ODST walked to the chair, "Evening." Another man stood, most likely a ONI agent considering their outfit. They turned around smiling.
"Ah, Jet, glad you're here." The ONI agent voice was cold, like the greeting was false just to lure Jet into a false sense of security.
Jet replied, "I'm here too hear about my newest member. To the fireteam of course."
"Ahh yes, Solar force is it? My name is Richard Charred, I'm was sent here by ONI to fill you in on your new member... Timothy Blin."
Jet snorted and chuckled a little, "Timothy?"
Richard gave Jet a cold look, "I assure you Timothy is very skilled. Despite his rather... ridiculous name, he is an incredibly skilled rifleman." As Richard was talking Jet took the seat nearest to the door wanting to open the file, "He is known to have one of the best aims in the UNSC, give him a battle rifle and a knife, well, he can make an entire covenant cruiser crash."
Jet held back laughter, 'You hear this guy?' Jet thought, 'What is he meant to be, president of his fan club or something what a load of bullshit.' Richard looked at Jet's impatience, "Open it." Jet opened the file, he was surprised to find no black ink or redacteds.
"What's with-"
Richard cut off Jet, "No censorship? ONI thought it be best if you knew everything so you avoided certain... situations." Jet shrugged as he read on in the file.
"Timothy Blin, born on Earth, Australian. Age, 27... so you gonna tell me about his childhood or something?" Jet asked sarcastically.
"Unfortuantely, no, we don't know anything about what happened between his birth and when he was 19. His birth was recorded as usual, however he went missing in the next few hours, the police assumed his parents cast him out into the crime filled streets of Australia."
"Crime filled? I thought slums like that didn't exist."
"Or so you thought Mr Jet. Some places have a sort of underground, where crime and filth have no binds. Timothy grew up in a place like this, it's probably most likely he moved from group to group, as they either died or kicked him out. He also learned his unique fighting style." Richard open a small silver case he took out a cigarette and lit it, smoking it.
"It says here, he was heard from at age 19, when police had to answer to a call of a robbery."
"Indeed."

A window shatter as a young boy jumped through, carrying a bag of money. He had light brown hair, blue eyes and a more triangle shaped face. He was running from a few armed police who were firing at him. He shot a few shots back with a pistol he had, hitting two of the three police in the head, killing them. He continued running until he climbed onto a rooftop and started jumping building from building, slowly but surely losing the police on his tail. He finally made to safety, he sighed as he huffed heavily, "Fucking... hell... They never give up..."

He took the money to a small dingy bar, he entered some people turn to the door as it opened, "HEY GUYS, TIMOTHY'S HOME!" one of the men shout as the other run to him to take the bag of money.
"Sup fellas." Timothy walked into the bar ordering some cheap Irish beer which he chugged down almost instantly. This was his current gang he was with, a small group of alcoholic self proclaimed bandits. One of them, appearing to be the leader due to his black ODST armour walked over to Timothy, "My boy!" The leader had a very heavy British accent. He hugged Timothy.
"H-Hey, Carlos." Carlos smiled, he patted Timothy's shoulder.
"If I'm not mistaken, it's your birthday no?" He chuckled as he handed Timothy a card and a neatly wrapped present. The present was small, like the size of a knife. Timothy took them with a smile.
"Thanks mate." Carlos smiled as he took Timothy to his room.
"You have fun now." Carlos closed the door as he left.

Timothy opened the card, it wasn't much, on the front was a image of Australia and inside read.

'To Timothy,