My name is Gabriel Conley. I am a Marine, just a regular Marine in Raynor's Raiders. All I have of importance is my rifle, the C-141a Impalers and my armour, the CMC-300. I was a simply guy previously in my life. Caucasian skin, blue eyes with supple thin body make me what I am. I wanted to be an engineer or scientist. I wanted to build new things, things that are good for humanity. Not those things that let us destroy ourselves like those Apocalypse nuclear warheads that desolated Korhal or the Battlecruisers which decimated whole towns and cities. However, I lost my chance in such a life.

My family was murdered. Not out of an assassination plot or anything. It was simple slave labour acts by the Terran Dominion on the planet Paralta. My parents resisted and they were punished with death for it. I was just a young man then. I was naïve to life. I didn't want to die but I didn't want to be a slave either. That was when I was saved by the one man I didn't expect to save me. Jim Raynor. He was branded a villain, a terrorist by the media constantly over and over.

I even believed it until that very day. He was my angel of metal. He and a small band of men had attacked and killed the murderers of my parents. He had saved me and several others from what would be my plight for years. It was a yearthen after the Brood Wars. I was just eighteen, an eighteen year old freshman with no family and a goal that is shattered. I saw only one destiny for me, to give payback at Arcturus Mengsk. Jim Raynor was the man to that destiny and I signed up on the fly.

Now, it's been three years since I enrolled into Raynor's Raiders. I've worked hard and smart, putting down long hours of training. From weapons to physical training to use of electronics, I've learned to prepare for what I must be. Now I've become stronger, tough, confident, enduring and like a Marine, always ready for a fight.