Cadet Sergeant Major
The
lowest form of life at any military academy. He'd forget his head if it wasn't attached by a stack-of-dimes neck. He aimlessly rolls through NYC in a luxury car that his elitist, wealthy, do-good parents bought him as a graduation present. He wears a leather jacket regardless of the weather and is usually seen in some combination of khaki, denim and running shoes. He regularly uses the words tool,
whatnot, and essentially and throws in some piece of military jargon whenever the situation calls for it. He fails miserably with females but, because of his keen intellect, is able to return from every weekend trip with tales of sexual conquest that would make
Wilt Chamberlain jealous. He takes himself too seriously and relishes the chance to prove his worth by rattling off statistics and opinions garnered from the last article or editorial he read on the subject. He is worthless, and deep down, he knows it.