Private "Shooter" Smith
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Infantry

Decimator 90 (molded by Greg Fitch)
General Tomahawk 02
General Tomahawk 02
General Tomahawk 02
General Tomahawk 02
General Tomahawk 02
Helmet- Overkill 02
Backpack- General Tomahawk 02
Gun- General Tomahawk 02
Briefcase- Salvo 90
Handcuffs- CORPS!



Filename: Herbert Smith
Primary Military Specialty: Infantry
Secondary Military Specialty: Courier

Little is known about SHOOTER's past. Allegedly
born to a Jewish merchant, SHOOTER was raised
by a former Nazi storm trooper who took SHOOTER
in as his own. When SHOOTER was 7, the Nazi SS
came looking for the AWOL soldier who was
allegedly sheltering a Jewish boy. They torched the
home and left them for dead. SHOOTER managed
to cover himself with burnt body of his caretaker.
He then took out on his own with a head full of
hatred and bad memories. Wherever SHOOTER
went, pain followed. Hoping to find peace,
SHOOTER settled at St. Gabriel's monastery in
Austria. SHOOTER felt that he had finally escaped
the Nazi regime. This lasted several years until the
storm troopers tracked him down once again. The
priests denied any existence of him until the Nazi
SS began killing them one by one. Somehow
managing to escape, SHOOTER came to the
realization that no one was safe when he was
around thus he began traveling throughout Europe
searching out those who had caused him pain.
He began gaining a reputation throughout the
Nazi regime as a silent killer with deadly accuracy.
The Nazi soldiers began referring to him as
"SHOOTER." Tales of a mysterious man began
spreading throughout Nazi armies as well as
resistance groups. Believed to have killed 1000
Nazi soldiers single handedly. When SHOOTER
began hearing of these stories he knew that if a
single man could cause this much fear that a group
of others, like himself, could strike fear into the
Nazi leaders. He began attending resistance
groups which eventually led him to the acquaintance
of Jim McCullen. Even with his growing friendship,
SHOOTER still felt reluctant to become close with
anyone, fearing tragedy would strike. During a
small skirmish, Jim was wounded and left
behind by the rest. Realizing that he had never
been able to save anyone before, SHOOTER
attempted to save Jim. As he was attempting to
move Jim out of the line of fire, a mortar shell
impacted at the spot Jim once lay. Although Jim
was uninjured, the blast nearly killed SHOOTER,
leaving horrific scarring to his face. When
SHOOTER recovered and realized that he had
managed to save someone, he devoted himself
to Jim as a friend and ally.