Post by psychromaniac on Nov 16, 2009 18:13:42 GMT -8
Name: Sergent Major Charles. usually goes by "Major" or "Charles"
Age: 62
Gender: Male
Job: Master Hunter (Leader of the refugees)
Hometown: Jasper, Indiana
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Appearance
One thing's for sure about the Major, you'll always see him with his Beret on. Indoors, outside, at a funeral, in the car, int the bathroom, in his sleep, he'll always have his beret on. His face is usually splotched with patches of dirt from working in the field, or from making sure his teammates aren't dead. Piercing hazel eyes are surrounded by a face covered with wrinkles and graying-brown hair from years of age. He'll also occasionally have a cigarette in his mouth, being a light smoker. The Major seldom shows sympathy or concern, but that usually means that he doesn't see anything that needs to be improved.
Behind those piercing eyes lie a deep sadness for what he has lost. Though he rarely shows it, since his outer emotions are usually projected outwards, toward other people, rather than inwards, towards himself.
The Major often wears clothes which contrast greatly to his title. His name suggests authority and order, while everything from his neck down tells another story. He often wears a green combat jacket with a dirty white undershirt with his combat knife tucked behind his breast pocket. The right arm of his jacket is torn off (probably from fighting off hordes, and probably from not caring enough about it to fix it. The removed piece of clothing partially reveals a tattoo of a howling wolf on his shoulder-plate.
His pants are in desperate need of a good cleaning, but he perfers to keep them that way, partially because it makes him look more rugged, but mostly because his back won't bend down far enough to pull them off. and he's too prideful to let anyone know that he can't even pull down his own pants to ask someone to pull them off for him. Doesn't matter too much anyway, the torn stitches and patches on the leggings give a more worn-look to the camoflauged pants.
He weighs about 155, fairly fit for someone of his age, and stands about 6'1" with his back straightened out.
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Personality
Being the founder of the last little bit of anything-close-to-heaven on earth, Charles is commended for being able to keep things from falling into chaos. He was able to make it up to Sergent Major before the armies crumbled, and even though his rank holds no command, people still call him by his proper officer's title. He also has an invigorating presence around him; simply standing next to him can inspire even the most hopeless individuals into believing that there may be salvation for what's left of their world.
Although his many years in the service of the army has earned him the respect of many of his soldiers, he cannot earn the respect of those around him on the island. Mostly due to the fact that he's pretty much the old grandpa who sits in the corner and tells you about his boring old war stories, most of which have to do with the days when he was twenty or so. The unusual part is that he always recollects the battles before the zombies began to attack. Don't try to ask him about it. He's a master of avoiding the subject.
On the topic of being an old man, he constantly complains about just about everything. His back pain, your slacking, the weather, if there's something wrong with it, you can bet that he'll bitch about it. But on a positive note, he'll always be able to point out the little things and never yells at you without reason to give you a suggestion for improvement. If he's not smoking on the porch or enjoying his cigarette against a wall or something, you'll find him yelling at some new refugee. This isn't a playground after all, everyone on the island contributes to the good of the group in some way. Meaning that everything found in the wastes falls into two categories: useful, and dead weight.
Despite his constant badgering and recounts of boring old stories of when he was a child, or back during the wars, The Major does have some redeeming qualities about him. For one, he's often quiet, so you'll never bitch about him being too loud or anything. Which is good, since you never want to criticize him. Ever. He's also pretty determined to finish whatever he began, a distinct quality which makes him trustworthy, also why he's given rather dangerous jobs. Though his most admirable aspect is his soldier's honor. If you go on a mission with him, you can bet your ass that you're coming back. Dead or alive. Because the Major will not, simply WILL NOT, leave anyone behind. Even if he doesn't like him or her.
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History
Sergent Major Charles entered into the second war of vietnam when he was about 25 years old, and retired soon after to his high school sweetheart, whom he married the next year. Charles worked as a professor in west point in the years after, training the new officers to make sure that they would be able to come out of the battlefield alive. All was peaceful, all was well....
Until the meteor struck.
The virus which took hold over the world gave little concern to the retired Major, as he was too old to be recommisioned into the army. So, he continued to give his lectures every day for the next few years while the virus took place. But he finally took great concern when he was recommosioned for active duty in the next few years. With great regret, he waved goodbye to his wife and three kids, and departed for the military academy, where he would be briefed and set off on his first assignment. Though nothing would prepare him for what he saw.
For the first few weeks, he didn't see any of the infected people, since his high rank removed him from the actual action and put him in the psychological level of warfare. That is, if you could call it warfare. He got the regular reports of casualties and deaths, but he was used to those. Though a few weeks into it, he received strange reports of entire squads going missing. good soldiers who seemed perfectly fine simply gone without a trace of ever being on earth. And when their radio's were signaled, all that was received was a low, gurgling moan. Distressing to say the least.
About a month and a half into the occupation, The Major's forces were assaulted. It was like nothing ever seen before. Thousands and thousand of zombies flooded in. Wave after wave, they kept on coming, knocking down the soldiers and tearing them apart. It was then that The Major saw what had truly fallen upon him.
Ragnarok, the Apocalypse, whatever you call it. The end result had begun.
The end of the world.
Barely escaping with his life, the Major was rescued by a helicopter after he just managed to grab hold of the landing gear once it took off. He reached the base and was debriefed shortly afterwards. The Major was appalled that the higher-ups wanted to dispatch him just after all his men were wiped out, but calmed down a bit once they told him that he would be stationed on the island where the survivors he saved were currently residing.
A few months afterward, the nukes began, and the world was shattered. He got a letter in the mail, and nearly broke down in tears when he learned that the town where his family was living in had been attacked. There were no survivors.
To this day, The Major waits every evening, when the boat comes home, to count off the number of people who come in, checking to see who he's lost and who he's gained.
But every night, he stays for just a few minutes longer, checking the boat to make sure that they hadn't forgotten anyone. Hoping that his family would be on board...
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-------Other Stuff-------
Theme song: "When the Levee breaks"--Led Zepplin
Fav band: Led Zepplin
fav food: Anything meaty and packed with good stuff like that
likes: killing zombies, rock n' roll, weapons, smoking, drinking
dislikes: anything fruity, classical music, boring missions, useless people
fears: All of the special zombies, nighttime (sleeps with his gun under his pillow), spiders (don't ask why)
aspirations: To kill every last son-of-a-gun who took his life away from him.
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As the leader for the refugees, one might suspect him to take advantage of everyone and take all the weapons for himself. This, however, is not the case. The Major has a mutual agreement that everyone gets to keep the weapons which they found. As a result, the Major is restricted in the same way everyone else is.
Firearms: Pistol, Assault Rifle, Tactical Shotgun
Melee Weapons: Baseball Bat
Age: 62
Gender: Male
Job: Master Hunter (Leader of the refugees)
Hometown: Jasper, Indiana
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Appearance
One thing's for sure about the Major, you'll always see him with his Beret on. Indoors, outside, at a funeral, in the car, int the bathroom, in his sleep, he'll always have his beret on. His face is usually splotched with patches of dirt from working in the field, or from making sure his teammates aren't dead. Piercing hazel eyes are surrounded by a face covered with wrinkles and graying-brown hair from years of age. He'll also occasionally have a cigarette in his mouth, being a light smoker. The Major seldom shows sympathy or concern, but that usually means that he doesn't see anything that needs to be improved.
Behind those piercing eyes lie a deep sadness for what he has lost. Though he rarely shows it, since his outer emotions are usually projected outwards, toward other people, rather than inwards, towards himself.
The Major often wears clothes which contrast greatly to his title. His name suggests authority and order, while everything from his neck down tells another story. He often wears a green combat jacket with a dirty white undershirt with his combat knife tucked behind his breast pocket. The right arm of his jacket is torn off (probably from fighting off hordes, and probably from not caring enough about it to fix it. The removed piece of clothing partially reveals a tattoo of a howling wolf on his shoulder-plate.
His pants are in desperate need of a good cleaning, but he perfers to keep them that way, partially because it makes him look more rugged, but mostly because his back won't bend down far enough to pull them off. and he's too prideful to let anyone know that he can't even pull down his own pants to ask someone to pull them off for him. Doesn't matter too much anyway, the torn stitches and patches on the leggings give a more worn-look to the camoflauged pants.
He weighs about 155, fairly fit for someone of his age, and stands about 6'1" with his back straightened out.
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Personality
Being the founder of the last little bit of anything-close-to-heaven on earth, Charles is commended for being able to keep things from falling into chaos. He was able to make it up to Sergent Major before the armies crumbled, and even though his rank holds no command, people still call him by his proper officer's title. He also has an invigorating presence around him; simply standing next to him can inspire even the most hopeless individuals into believing that there may be salvation for what's left of their world.
Although his many years in the service of the army has earned him the respect of many of his soldiers, he cannot earn the respect of those around him on the island. Mostly due to the fact that he's pretty much the old grandpa who sits in the corner and tells you about his boring old war stories, most of which have to do with the days when he was twenty or so. The unusual part is that he always recollects the battles before the zombies began to attack. Don't try to ask him about it. He's a master of avoiding the subject.
On the topic of being an old man, he constantly complains about just about everything. His back pain, your slacking, the weather, if there's something wrong with it, you can bet that he'll bitch about it. But on a positive note, he'll always be able to point out the little things and never yells at you without reason to give you a suggestion for improvement. If he's not smoking on the porch or enjoying his cigarette against a wall or something, you'll find him yelling at some new refugee. This isn't a playground after all, everyone on the island contributes to the good of the group in some way. Meaning that everything found in the wastes falls into two categories: useful, and dead weight.
Despite his constant badgering and recounts of boring old stories of when he was a child, or back during the wars, The Major does have some redeeming qualities about him. For one, he's often quiet, so you'll never bitch about him being too loud or anything. Which is good, since you never want to criticize him. Ever. He's also pretty determined to finish whatever he began, a distinct quality which makes him trustworthy, also why he's given rather dangerous jobs. Though his most admirable aspect is his soldier's honor. If you go on a mission with him, you can bet your ass that you're coming back. Dead or alive. Because the Major will not, simply WILL NOT, leave anyone behind. Even if he doesn't like him or her.
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History
Sergent Major Charles entered into the second war of vietnam when he was about 25 years old, and retired soon after to his high school sweetheart, whom he married the next year. Charles worked as a professor in west point in the years after, training the new officers to make sure that they would be able to come out of the battlefield alive. All was peaceful, all was well....
Until the meteor struck.
The virus which took hold over the world gave little concern to the retired Major, as he was too old to be recommisioned into the army. So, he continued to give his lectures every day for the next few years while the virus took place. But he finally took great concern when he was recommosioned for active duty in the next few years. With great regret, he waved goodbye to his wife and three kids, and departed for the military academy, where he would be briefed and set off on his first assignment. Though nothing would prepare him for what he saw.
For the first few weeks, he didn't see any of the infected people, since his high rank removed him from the actual action and put him in the psychological level of warfare. That is, if you could call it warfare. He got the regular reports of casualties and deaths, but he was used to those. Though a few weeks into it, he received strange reports of entire squads going missing. good soldiers who seemed perfectly fine simply gone without a trace of ever being on earth. And when their radio's were signaled, all that was received was a low, gurgling moan. Distressing to say the least.
About a month and a half into the occupation, The Major's forces were assaulted. It was like nothing ever seen before. Thousands and thousand of zombies flooded in. Wave after wave, they kept on coming, knocking down the soldiers and tearing them apart. It was then that The Major saw what had truly fallen upon him.
Ragnarok, the Apocalypse, whatever you call it. The end result had begun.
The end of the world.
Barely escaping with his life, the Major was rescued by a helicopter after he just managed to grab hold of the landing gear once it took off. He reached the base and was debriefed shortly afterwards. The Major was appalled that the higher-ups wanted to dispatch him just after all his men were wiped out, but calmed down a bit once they told him that he would be stationed on the island where the survivors he saved were currently residing.
A few months afterward, the nukes began, and the world was shattered. He got a letter in the mail, and nearly broke down in tears when he learned that the town where his family was living in had been attacked. There were no survivors.
To this day, The Major waits every evening, when the boat comes home, to count off the number of people who come in, checking to see who he's lost and who he's gained.
But every night, he stays for just a few minutes longer, checking the boat to make sure that they hadn't forgotten anyone. Hoping that his family would be on board...
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-------Other Stuff-------
Theme song: "When the Levee breaks"--Led Zepplin
Fav band: Led Zepplin
fav food: Anything meaty and packed with good stuff like that
likes: killing zombies, rock n' roll, weapons, smoking, drinking
dislikes: anything fruity, classical music, boring missions, useless people
fears: All of the special zombies, nighttime (sleeps with his gun under his pillow), spiders (don't ask why)
aspirations: To kill every last son-of-a-gun who took his life away from him.
-----------------
As the leader for the refugees, one might suspect him to take advantage of everyone and take all the weapons for himself. This, however, is not the case. The Major has a mutual agreement that everyone gets to keep the weapons which they found. As a result, the Major is restricted in the same way everyone else is.
Firearms: Pistol, Assault Rifle, Tactical Shotgun
Melee Weapons: Baseball Bat