Name: Mark Samuels
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Species: Giant Otter
Height: 6'
Weight: 140 lbs
Rank: Private
Weapon: M1 Garand
Extra: Basic equipment distribution. Ill-fitting uniform not designed for an otter. Knife.
Bio: Upon his joining the Marines, Mark expected much of his new life in the military. He knew not of the horrors being committed by the enemy overseas - indeed, they were in this for the United States, and for the safety of their country from foreign enemies. What more did Mark know of the species being killed wholesale solely for their heritage? He was young, he was idealistic, he was starry-eyed.
He came into the Marines expecting front-line fighting. His parents saw him off bravely, and he knew - maybe he'd die in a first wave. Maybe he'd find himself in a trench for days. It was for his country - what more could he ask for?
Instead, he was sent as all otters in the Marines were - to conduct single or small-group reconnaissance missions over water. Their endurance and speed in water made otters uniquely suited to conduct beachfront surveillance, and with no shortage of northern French coast or southern Italian coast, the otter Corps were an acknowledged part of the Marines for the intelligence they brought back to the Allies.
Mark hated it.
Sure, he was good in water. Sure, he was good at swimming. But he didn't want that. He wanted to be fighting with the men who were dying on the front lines, not swimming around in the water like he was some incapable fool.
So, after persuading the superior officer of his stealth unit to put through some transfer paperwork against military policy, Mark was transferred to the 147th Infantry Regiment as a "Mixed Species/Canine Majority".
Before this, Mark worked surveillance. Now, Mark is on the front lines. And he has absolutely no idea how horrific war really is.