Jack 'Bruiser' Murdock - Étage 4 - Salle d'accès des quartiers d'équipage
 Alors... Puisque nous allons tous dormir et mourir ensemble, comment allons-nous jeter quelques noms? Cameron Arkwright, ex-Armée britannique. Vous avez fait beaucoup de Jaeger avant?
"Salut Cam, je peux t'appeler Cam?" Bruiser a dit aller de l'avant et tendre la main à son nouveau collègue pour secouer, mais ne pas vouloir faire le premier pas. Les gens lui avaient dit dans le passé que son grip pouvait casser les doigts, donc ces jours-ci, il a juste laissé les autres faire le grip à la place. "Son nom est Jack Murdock, mais la plupart m'appellent Bruiser. J'étais avec le Met, mais j'ai tourné la main vers Jaeger il y a un an. Il n'y a pas eu d'action réelle, mais il suffit de monter un vieil homme pour sortir près de l'Australie. » Comme il parlait Bruiser rapidement brossé sa main sur le devant de sa combinaison de saut, nettoyer les miettes de son petit déjeuner rapide.
"Une idée des machines qu'ils nous assignent? J'espérais que quelque chose ne serait pas compliqué, comme un Scarlet Knight l'a fait pour frapper." Il avait trouvé dans les tests lors de son recrutement que si son esprit simple avait l'avantage d'être capable de dériver avec presque n'importe qui, il a également lutté quand il est venu à certains de la technologie de fantaisie les nouveaux modèles étaient sportifs. Il préférait garder les choses simples, et rien ne disait simple comme un coup de poing dans le visage.
Name: Jack Gerald Murdock
Alias: Brusier
Age: 38
Weight: 94kg (208lbs)
Height: 5' 10" (178cm)
Gender: Male
Country of Origin: Britain
Occupation: Security, former police officer and boxer
Personality:To say that Jack's stupid would be an insult, and he doesn't like being insulted, it makes the bad feelings come. A better way of putting it would be that Jack's simple, he likes to think things out carefully and take his time before coming to a decision, and he much prefers to have a straightforward explanation given to him rather than some complicated logical nonsense no 'normal' person would understand.
Backstory:Growing up Jack was always the biggest kid in the yard, the one others turned to when they needed something moved out of the way, like a house for example. Physically he's one of the strongest men on the planet, but mentally he's... less so. When he applied to join the British Army at the age of eighteen he passed all the physical requirements with no problems, but when it came to the written portion of the assessment he not only failed to pass but he failed to even complete the paper.
Undeterred Jack found a place for himself in the Metropolitan Police, where his simple-minded, straight-forward thinking was an asset during crowd control and riot suppression operations, most people tending to have a very quick change of heart when seeing Jack striding through the tear gas towards them, asking politely for them to surrender themselves. In his spare time Jack practiced boxing, and soon became a fixture on the amateur circuit, weathering the blows from his opponents with ease before delivering the knockout punch.
With the rise of the Kaiju, Jack has offered his services and skills to the Pan Pacific Defense Corps, guaranteeing them a hard-hitting, tough Jaeger pilot who'll see the job gets done.
Preferred Jaeger:Scarlet Knight, fitted with "Roll of Nickels" Tesla Cells (as seen on the Cherno Alpha) with rockets mounted in each elbow for increased punching power (as seen on the Gypsy Dancer) as well as a six-barreled WMB2x90 Anti-Kaiju Missile chest launcher.