birthday: July 1, 2XXX
occupation: Military contractor
blood type: O
likes: “Adventure. Yeah. I’d say I live for adventure.”
dislikes: “What the fuck are you talking about?”
seen with: Amethyst and Power Security Corps
[from Personnel Control dossier 19072705. KH: Mars]
Not so much man as rubble shaped into a person and shoved into the north’s military craw. Father was a preacher, found dead splayed on the kitchen table under mysterious circumstances. No wounds. Wasn’t much time for forensics, then. Mother vanished in the marsh soon after. Life alone in rural New Brunswick left Ashbrecht adept at living on the land, skilled with firearms, and possessed by intense independence. Gained first combat experience after joining an Acadian military contractor fighting Maine Threeper incursions, later joined voluntary border militia keeping American refugees out of the country. Stipend paid for his high school tuition.
Teachers commented on his thoughtful bent, which in adulthood manifests in outbursts of intellectual glossolalia that rupture his baseline drug-addled melancholy. In a different world he’d be starving on the sessional professor circuit teaching bourgeois sprogs about Kuhn. Instead he found drugs, and then an A&P recruitment office.
Ashbrecht’s managers admire his inability to feel discomfort in any circumstance: whatever his threshold for disgust is, he hasn’t reached it. It is our opinion he never will.
Ideal candidate for JCO work. Recommend offering employment at the first opportunity. Will continue monitoring.
Claims he’s never dreamed.