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Master Sargent Rodger Nelson (Carpenter)

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23479 Membership: Minutemen

Race: Human

Height: 5’6

Weight: 165
Apparent Age: 75
Archetype: Mercenary Adept: Circle: Unknown
Preferred Weapon: DAOD Assault Nemesis
 Bio: The Carpenters story is a long and sad tale of heartbreak and sorrow, this man served with the Minutemen from there humble beginnings, he sacrificed everything when he was shipped off to Korea and low and behold this man would have to make another sacrifice many years later. He was a forward observer for Kirby and this meant that he was responsible for the detection of ambushes, troop movements and other tactical observations and reporting this vital information back to Kirby and his communication officers. The Carpenter normally was knee deep in the thick of enemy territory and do this he was forced to say good bye to many of his men and fellow brothers. During the great escape from Korea the Carpenter saw the worst of the casualties and was injured by enemy fire himself while trying to rescue a young man who had been seriously wounded and his death was more then certain. The Carpenter failed to reach the young man in time and for his efforts he received a bullet to his leg and only survived do the actions of fellow marine Warren Orrin who dragged the Carpenter into the hanger bay and into there aircraft.
         The Carpenter was patched up by medics on the chopper and survived his wounds only to forever be thrown into the fires of hell afterwords and have the remaining pieces of his soul tainted in the darkness and blood of the war on the homeland, he has seen so much death through the years that he even gave up fully on his own emotions and the Carpenter hasn’t been able to show true emotion ever since he walked away from the Minutemen. He put up a wall as a defence mechanism and this wall has been the only thing that has allowed him to remain in one piece since. Though like all fortifications through the ages they begin to weaken and start to crumble and when ones only defence to all the horror, nightmares, blood, death and killing was locked away behind this wall. Once the wall begins to crumble, all the old emotions return like he was overtaken by a tsunami of emotions and feelings that he hadn’t felt in many a year.
       So it’s time to sit back and listen to the tale of the Carpenter, once he returned from Korea to find that he was considered a war criminal and terrorist the Carpenter was sickened by everything that had transpired. He lost his family do to the lies that where told about him and his fellow marines, the bought into the propaganda and he was told that his parents had disowned him, his wife divorced him and took the kids and remarried a fellow marine officer. He had lost everything, and was also being hunted by the military and government as a traitor, he knew the best place to hide was with his brothers and enter the Sons of Liberty (Freedom Patriots). He might have been done with the war, but the war was not done with him and over the next two decades the Carpenter would serve the order proudly and use his training as a scout to save many civilian lives and allow the Patriots to capitalize in many separate battles throughout the years. Though for the Carpenter he was becoming more and more emotionally isolated as the years progressed and eventually he became nothing more then a machine cold as iron and no longer cared about life in any fashion. This man eventually couldn’t handle the fighting, killing and the nightmares any more and in the spring of 2030 he put in his papers and retired before the last shred of his humanity had been swallowed whole by the great wyrm that is war.
      When he left the patriots the Carpenter was a middle age man, though do to all the stress and sleepless nights he looked much older, his gaze was so piercing it was like he was looking straight through you. This man was almost fully absorbed within the abyss that had tried to consume him, he wandered the highways and byways for many a month only stopping in a town long enough to restock his supplies and fuel and move on, he found that as long as he wondered the country he could keep the demons within him at bay. Though for the Carpenter the fates had another plan and for a man who was as cold as iron and thought he could never trust and love again, this man was blind-sided by feelings that he once thought dead and buried. He was passing through a small town within Ohio, it was a Sunday morning and as he rode into town he could hear the church bells ringing and he saw many of the towns folk all dressed in there best entering the church for Sunday service. something stirred within him, as he could hear the sermons of Happy being recalled in his mind. The Carpenter parked his car, grabbed a tie from his back seat and quickly placed it around his neck, tying it quickly and entered the church for the first time in many years. Once inside the church, he looked around and he could see many of the pews filled with the locals, the sent of the incense and candles burning began to overwhelm the Carpenter as sun shined through the stained glass casting a colourful glow over the building. He was initially frozen in a panic and wasn’t sure if he wanted to run or stay, he could almost here his dear friend Happy guiding him so he found an open pew in the rear of the church. The Carpenter just sat there calmly taking it all in, he was seated next to a women not much younger then he was though he appeared much older. He felt a calming aura coming off this women, he just basked in her presence and was lost in the peaceful nature of the service and the town.
       After the service the congregation gathered for coffee and cake, the town gossips began to gather and spread the weekly rumours and the men gathered to discus sports, politics and business for the Carpenter he felt like he was lost somewhere in time. This town doesn’t seem to have ever been touched by the Ghost Dance, Nights of Blood, Civil War and the War of the False Flag. He was confused and couldn’t believe that a place like this even still existed. He again saw the women he was seated next to in church and he struck up small talk with her, once they locked eyes it was destiny and the Carpenters frozen heart warmed and he could feel that she was taken by him as well. They decided to continue there conversation over lunch at the local sandwich shop, once they entered the eatery they took a seat in the rear ordered lunch and coffee and chatted through the remainder of the day. they spoke about everything, though the Carpenter was holding back his past and who he truly was. He found out she was as well a divorcee, her only son had been killed in a car accident and she worked at the local high school as a English teacher and her name being Susan. He told her his name was Edgar and he was recently unemployed after loosing his job in Portland,  his wife divorced him and took the children and house after he was terminated do to cutbacks. Susan offered for him to stay at her house in the spare room, and even offered to help find him a job within the town if he wanted so he could get back on his feet. The Carpenter felt almost compelled to take her up on the offer as he had fallen for Susan only after the first meeting for it was love at first sight for them.
        The Carpenter eventually landed a job at the local high school teaching the in the wood shop since this man has always had a passion for carpentry hence his handle. He was a master wood carver an almost lost art now a days, though for the Carpenter it was very therapeutic and since sleep was almost lost to him, he would spend many a sleepless night carving small figurines with all the detail of one mass produced by a machine in plastic. Not long after he started working for the school they where married one year from the day they met at the same church, Also during this time the Carpenter learned that the town was not connected directly to the matrix and didn’t receive any news from any major broadcasters. he knew he was safe here and for the Carpenter this was a dream come true, He had found safety, love and was finally at one with himself again though this wouldn’t last long.
        As the years went on they started a family and he had become active within the community eventually becoming an elder in the church, elected to town council and becoming a well respected teacher. Though for the Carpenter his past was about to come back to him and those walls he built to protect himself from his own demons were about to come crashing down upon him. The year was 2055 and he was standing in the rear of the auditorium, the students gathered for an assembly. The school had brought in UCAS veterans and recruiters to speak to the student body about the what they called the truth behind the birth of the UCAS. As the Carpenter listened to the soldiers recall false information and propaganda about all the events of the countries past he was becoming more and more troubled by the lies being told and as well he was feeling the memories returning one by one and as if things couldn’t get any worse for the fragile old man the soldiers began speaking about the traitors of the Minutemen and the terrorists known as the Sons of Liberty (Freedom Patriots) these men told tales about these groups with video footage and even some of the older veterans would tell personal accounts with these men. The faculty and student body where left speechless and some of the students needed to be excused do to the emotional overload, The Carpenter just stood there in horror as this once peaceful town that was ignorant to much of the outside world had just been poisoned by the false flag, fear began to overtake him as he remembered about the coffee clutch and the wives of many of towns elite would gather and gossip, his wife had as well become one of the gossipers and this did not sit well with the Carpenter as he saw his much younger face broadcast over the big screen as a wanted terrorist. He became weak in the knees and his stomach instantly turned with nerves, so badly that he was forced to take a partial sick day and return home.
       One he got home, he tried everything he could to calm his nerves from cold showers to his favourite past time of wood carving his hands where shacking so badly that he couldn’t even risk putting blade to wood. He just dwelled on the events of the afternoon, this only added to his nervousness as he realised his wife, and his children where in the audience and would they put it all together for he didn’t raise stupid children and only a idiot would not see the similarities between him and the Carpenter. This was when he poured himself a drink at first it was to help him relax but the more he began to dwell on everything the memories flooded him and his nightmares, sleepless nights and torment returned full force and the Carpenter was once again haunted by all the souls of the men he killed and those he had to bury. His old war wounds began to ache and for the Carpenter he was again living within his own personal hell. He already had anxiety and pain medication that his father-in-law had prescribed him, for the stress he was under raising a special needs child and his nervous nature do to his post traumatic stress disorder that he blamed on being mugged prior to arriving in town. The pain medication came from an injury he sustained to his hand while working on a machine at the school. Now he was adding liquid courage to his medication.
        The Carpenter eventually drank himself into a stupor and past out in his bed only to be haunted throughout the night by the nightmares of Korea and the various conflicts on the homeland. He awoke many times in the night thrashing and screaming, this troubled his wife greatly, and she tried to console her weary husband who was being traumatized by memories and fear. He eventually awoke in the morning covered in sweat and his wife out of the room caring for there child who was born disabled. The Carpenter had four children with Susan his two eldest both out of the house, married and with children they lived in the same town as their parents. His middle child was born disabled and suffered greatly from the disability and needs constant care and supervision, his eldest daughter stays with him while they are at work. The youngest still lives at home and is a freshman at the school where he and Susan work. When the Carpenter awoke, he cleaned himself up, showered and dressed casually since it was a Saturday. He exited his bedroom for the kitchen to prepare breakfast, he popped a few of the pills for pain and anxiety and as he turned the corner he saw his father-in-law sitting at the table waiting for him. This bothered the Carpenter as to why he was here, and what he might have been told, all the elder of the family did was had the Carpenter a prescription and said “this should help with the nightmares”  he also interjected “From what my daughter described of your night terrors and what you were saying, it seems you are showing signs of combat stress and for whatever reason you have , you are hiding something from your family and as your doctor your secret is safe with me.” The Carpenter just took the script and said nothing and left the house to get it filled. On his way to the pharmacy he passed a small liquor shop, this shop he would become very well familiar with over the years. he purchased a hip flask and bottle of gin, this being his drink of choice. Soon the Carpenter would go from drinking a flask a day to drinking multiple flasks and eventually giving up on the flask all together. Though he as well filled the script and began his pharmaceutical and liquid medicating for his memories and for his nightmares. This helped for a little while as the new pills where blocking his nightmares, the anxiety medication allowed his mind to be at ease and the pain medicine and alcohol kept his nerves and his aching body calm. Though he was beginning to show signs of addiction and this was affecting his performance at school and in every aspect of his life.
        The Carpenter was once a loving and caring father, had become very reclusive and deceitful as he tried to hid his drinking and his addiction to the medication his father-in-law was glad to supply him with. Years went by as he tried to cope with his addictions, his fears and the scars that decorated his body, mind and soul. The Carpenter found himself a few times in the hospital for some medication or alcohol related crisis, though with his doctor being his wife’s father he just ignored the signs of alcoholism and addiction patched him up and sent him on his merry way. That was till Christmas morning 2070 when the Carpenter was in the kitchen helping his elderly wife prepare the Christmas dinner for the family, the gifts under the tree and the house filled with the scent of holiday spices and pine. The elderly couple feverishly worked on the meal, Christmas music playing out of the stereo and then the phone rang. The Carpenter picked up the phone to hear the voice of a police officer on the other side, the Officer said is this Edger Nelson, the Carpenter replied Yes and with this his heart began to sink with worry and fear. The officer continued, “Sir you I have some bad news for you, (at this point the Carpenter needed to take a seat, and sat down at one of the kitchen chairs.) please come down to the hospital I will explain there.” By this point the Carpenter was frantic and his body filled with emotions and not knowing witch way was up. He told his wife that they needed to go to the hospital there has been an accident, they shut down the cooking turning off the stove and oven gathered up Eric there disabled son, locking the doors and piling into the car and headed off to the hospital.
       Once they arrived at the emergency room, snow began to fall and lights of holidays glistened on the tree tops. The Carpenter went and got his wife’s wheel chair since she was having trouble walking as worry had rendered her nearly immobile. They might have been close in physical age, but the Carpenter was not suffering the signs of age. His body hadn’t appeared to have physically aged since Colonial gave him that pill many years prior, this is why he was in far better physical shape over that of his wife who hadn’t received the benefits of the pill. The officer who he spoke with on the phone came running out of the emergency room to help the Nelsons. This younger officer had been a student of both Edger and Susan’s and new them both very well and had a ton of respect for them. He helped with Eric as Edger wheeled Susan into the waiting room, The young officer turned to Edger and said, “I wanted to tell you this face to face Sir” There has been a terrible accident (by this point the the officer was beginning to shack, and Edger just stared at him blankly) Earlier this morning Sir, your Daughter, Son-in-Law and grandson and grand daughter were all killed when there minivan was broadsided by a semi. At this point Edger was just racked with pain and he could feel his heart just shatter, tears formed in the corners of his eyes as he looked down at his wife he was devastated at the news, He embraced her in a hug and began to break down. The Carpenter had finely felt a full wave of emotion, though for him the pain was only beginning as he hugged his wife and she was crying on his shoulder. He felt her tense and then go limp, he screamed for a doctor as Susan was having a heart attack brought on by the sheer stress of the news. She was rushed off with the staff working feverishly to resuscitate her. He stood there still in shock as he watched his wife of thirty-nine years vanished out of site with her fate unknown.
         By this point his other two children had arrived with their families, and the Carpenter had to try to explain everything that had transpired and again he broke down and just fell to his knees, throwing his fist into the air cursing God for everything. His son and his eldest grandson helped him back to his feet and they all gathered in a group hug. His youngest son began a group prayer, but to no avail the doctor came out from behind the closed doors with a stone expression on his face. The Carpenter being a veteran knew this look all to well and immediately began freaking out as he could feel a piece of him die and all the warmth and compassion just flood out of his body and the old Carpenter had returned. The Doctor coldly and logically explained that his beloved Susan had just passed away. He just stared at the doctor in shock, tears just erupted though the emergency room as the Nelson’s where devastated on this Christmas morning. The officer offered to give Edger a ride home, since he was in no shape to drive, and the family gathered at the house that was once being prepared for the celebration of the Christmas holiday and now the spirit of the holidays had been shattered and they just drank and made the painful calls to friends and family about the deaths.
         Over the next few days what should have been a happy family gathering turned into a preparations for the funerals of his family. The Carpenter had thrown himself without care into the bottle and was continuing to take his medication. He was barley sober during the wakes and he needed to be in a wheel chair for the funeral as he was to drunk and high on his pills to walk. The Carpenter was just going through the motions, but the machine that he was once before was returning and his inability to properly grieve would eventually shatter what was left of this poor old man and the Carpenter would fall down a very dark rode before pulling himself out. Though he made it through the funerals and just became a hermit, he sent his son Eric to live with his brother and refused to leave the house except to go to the liquor store, he dropped out of everything and started to drown his sorrows and pain with the bottle. Many a night he would go through mixed emotions and his old soldier mind started to rebuild the wall to seal it all away.
        By this point he only saw his family on holidays and birthdays and even then the Carpenter was just a shell of who he once was, his alcoholism and addiction had fully taken hold of this old soldier and he spent many a night contemplating suicide to end the pain, and torment. He even after one drinking binge tried to hang himself from the bannister. He tied the noose placed it around his neck and jumped off the second floor landing, the fall was not far enough to break his neck and he just hung there fading until the bannister broke and he fell to the floor. He tried once more with his service pistol, he dressed in his Sundays best, cleaned himself up took out the pistol and placed it in his mouth and pulled the trigger “CLICK” as the pistol jammed and his life was sparred a second time. The Carpenter by this point was again cursing God for not allowing him to die and end the pain. though he wouldn’t try a third time to end his life. By 2072 his depression had gotten so bad that his family forced an intervention and got there Father and Grandfather help for his addictions, and depression. Though the Carpenter just played to the therapists trusting nature and just told her what she needed to hear, all she did was prescribe an antidepressant and clear him with only a few further sessions.
         It wan’t long before his addictions reared there ugly head, though this time he was smart enough to not show his family and by the end of the year he was back in there good graces as he had learned how to be functional drunk, for the grandchildren they had grandpa back, he had taken back to his wood carving and he was active within his family again. Though his drinking continued in secret and as the 2073 was crawling ever so closer to the dreaded holidays again, the Carpenter just sat in his home decorated for the holidays listening to the radio and as he drank his gin and smoked his cigar, he was being soothed by the sounds of country music for this was December 10th and the Battle of Seattle was in full swing. This town he resided in was cut off from national news and he had no idea of the fate of many of his fellow Patriots and Minutemen. His music was interrupted by a pirated broadcast sent out by his friend and fellow Patriot Snoopy telling about the battle and how Seattle had just won it’s Independence. He heard the last words of the cities hero Waldo, for the first time in a long time the Carpenter felt something stir inside his heart and he knew that what he felt was the call of duty. He knew that he had to pack his bags, put his uniform back on and drive out to Seattle to stand by the side of those that heard the call, for the false flag needed to be brought down and he only hoped that he would be reunited with his fellow Minutemen.
      And so on the morning of December 11th the carpenter put his uniform on, loaded the car with his old gear that he stowed and hide in the basement away from prying eyes. He left a note on the table for his family explaining what he needed to do and why he needed to do it. He also signed the house over to his younger son and left the small town in Ohio headed for Seattle. He might be racked by addiction and pain but for the Carpenter he could no longer sit by and slowly fade away, he is a marine and he is sworn to protect the country and he would rather die a hero on the battlefield then alone in his bed a drunk. The Carpenter ha rejoined his remaining Minutemen and stands shoulder to shoulder with rest of the other old men that all swore an oath and have felt the call of duty thanks to the actions of a brave few.
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Father Arnold Dougherty (Happy)

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yospyn96461404299826  Membership: Minutemen

Race: Human

Height: 5’11

Weight: 170
Apparent Age: 65
Archetype: Mercenary Adept: Circle: Unknown
Preferred Weapon: Staff
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Bio: Well here is the story of Happy, this man used to be a man that could find the best in any person or situation. He had a heart of gold and a soul to go with it, this man served the USMC as a Chaplin and served in the endangered company that would become forever known as the Minutemen. During the years this man has tried his best to remain like his namesake and keep that smile across his face, though the years of combat and funerals for his friends and allies have taken it’s toll on Happy’s mind, soul and body. His faith has been in question for many years and he has had to break more then a few commandments through the years, how he is still able to be a priest is a miracle in itself and the fact the Happy can even still manage to bring a smile upon his war torn face is a mystery.                                                                                                                                                                                                He has served the Patriots proudly as a spiritual advisor and mentor for the younger members who are trying to maintain their humanity through the troubles of war, though even though he was gifted with the pill that many of the Patriots have been awarded with, Happy just had enough of the killing, enough of the burials and enough of the war. He resigned from the Sons of Liberty (Freedom Patriots) and went to minister in a small church in rural America. Though sadly for Happy the war was not done wit him and through the years and many troubled and sleepless nights, he felt that his true place was beside his former commander and brother, he dwell’d on and prayed for an answer to his troubled soul and when he turned the news on and heard about the fighting inside Seattle he knew the Lord had given him his answer and his place was with Kirby once again.                                   Happy just silently packed his bags, said his final Mass, lighted a few prayer candles for those that departed during the battle and got in his car and headed west for Seattle. Happy once again put on his uniform and picked up his riffle to fight alongside his friend and commander, his faith still being questioned but his dedication to the cause and to the people have relit a spark within Happy that he hasn’t felt in many years.                                             This man will be forced in the coming weeks to make some serious choices and his soul will be marked once again but for all Chaplin’s of the military they are forced to keep a balance between humanity and the beast, they must be there to keep the spirits of their men high, make sure they die with dignity and a clean soul though for the Chaplin their souls are forever marked as they become the sin eaters and if they are to die in battle they hope their dedication and acts on the earth will grant them access to the eternal rest in Heaven.                                                                                                               Well for Happy he has dedicated his life as a servant of God, and for his service he has been shown nothing but blood, abandonment, death, war and has felt the dark grasp of anger and hate come across him. He has been questioning his own faith and he is not sure if the garments he wears are no nothing more then a costume, but for his fellow Minutemen they still mean something and he is willing to wear that fake smile and go on as business as normal for the sake of his brothers. Happy I feel your pain my brother, this war has taken it’s toll on all of us and I can only imagine what you have gone through and what you have seen through the years. Though trust me my fellow comrade, we are fighting for a just cause and this war might have taken many innocent lives, in the end this is bigger then all of us.

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Sargent Wilson Brass (Rooster)

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tim-gunn-project-runway Membership: Minutemen

Race: Human

Height: 6’0

Weight: 190
Apparent Age: 60
Archetype: Mercenary
Preferred Weapon: DAOD Assault Nemesis
Runner Song:

Bio: Well for the Rooster this man is a jack of all trades, growing up in the heartland of Kansas he had to be skilled in many different arts. He was raised with old fashioned American values and traditions and he bleeds red, white and blue. The Roosters skill as a pilot saved the Minutemen after there commander was wounded in Germany, though his skills where put to the test in first attempted transatlantic flight in a prototype helicopter. This man proved that even Roosters can fly and beat all odds, he stayed by his commanders side through his long recovery and fought honourably during the troubled times in our nation. Though like the rest of the Minutemen the constant fighting and sleepless nights where beginning to take it’s toll on him. The Rooster eventually laid down his rifle and retired from the war, he had enough of the killing, enough of the bloodshed and enough of saying goodbye to his fallen brothers.

Once the Rooster retired he returned to a small farming town in his home state of Kansas and opened a small general store selling basic supplies and general needs. He also fell in love with the young women he had working for him and in the fall of 2049 he married her and began to start his family, he could feel the call of the war in his blood and he was haunted by the jungles of Korea but the Rooster was strong willed and stubborn. he just refocused the anger, and the fear into his work and into his growing family. The Rooster kept his skills sharp, with hunting, tracking and working on the small farm he had acquired from his in-laws. This man managed to stay undiscovered throughout his time in Kansas, even once the schools started teaching the false history of the beginnings of the UCAS the Rooster managed avoid detection and avoid the flying questions. The people in the town just thought of this man as a God fearing, hard working Christian, this was all fine with him and he even hide the nightmares of the war from his wife claiming them to be anything but what they were.

During the years the Rooster knew that he was given something special from Colonial and as the days went by he watched his children grow, he watched his wife grow older but for the Rooster he stayed the same. By the summer of 2069 he was privileged to walk his eldest daughter down the aisle and give her away in marriage, This is when the Rooster was going to start to have issues as his daughter was being married into the O’Brian family and yes his daughter was marring the son of General James O’Brian and these two men would come face to face for the first time at the weeding. Rooster tried as he may to remain invisible to the prying eyes of the military and political men in attendance but try as he might, these old men recognised the Rooster.

Do to quick thinking and masterful lying he managed to place the blame onto his twin brother, that didn’t actually exist but it seemed plausible though to General O’Brian’s sceptical mind he wasn’t so easily fooled and had the Roosters background checked by his master decker Shifter. Again thanks to the long hours of a journalist, I was staring blindly into a matrix terminal the coffee fading and my eyes beginning to cross as I dug through old news files while working on a story. My red alert alarm went off and I could see that little bugger Shifter lurking around near the access node of the Sons of Liberty (Freedom Patriots) he never saw it coming, as I dumped shocked him. All he heard was the old song Snoopy versus the Red Barron playing as he got the boot. I then did some quick fixing of the Roosters records and he was once again in the clear.

For the Rooster he narrowly escaped detection and capture, this man was unaware of the fate of many of his brothers as the news in the small backwater town was filtered and screened. He lived in a world that was still trying to protect it’s citizens from the horrors of the real world, lucky for the Rooster he knew better and never fell into that mind set. Just after the marriage of his eldest son and the birth of his grandson, the Rooster was sitting in his home with his grandson sleeping in his arms as he listened to the radio using his old military signal descramblers he was hearing the events unfold in Seattle and he heard the brilliant oratory of the now famous Waldo. He as well was glued listening to the cries of battle and hearing the horrors that beheld Seattle and her people at the hands of his son-in-laws father, this enraged Rooster and he knew he had to do something, anything.

He put his grandson in his crib, told his family that he was going away for a few on business, packed his gear, loaded the car and made a call he hadn’t made in many years to his former commander Kirby. He then drove through the night to Seattle to meet up with bewildered commander and the rest of the surviving Minutemen as they arrived one by one and stood at attention in uniform ready to serve once again. The Rooster has taken up his rifle once again, he felt the call of duty again and left his family behind. He is full of frustration that he is now related to the man who is personally spitting on the Constitution he swore an oath the defend and the Rooster will fight to his last dying breath to restore the honour of the military and restore his families honour after it was shattered by the actions of the government and his co-father-in-law.

 

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Lieutenant Colonel Richard Byrd (Rapture)

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t100_paul Membership: Minutemen

Race: Human

Height: 5’10

Weight: 165
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Apparent Age: 70
Archetype: Mercenary Sniper Adept: Circle: Unknown
Preferred Weapon: DAOD Sniper Rifle
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Bio: The Rapture is a man with a dark and telling history, this mercenary might seem like a nice old man. Someone who you could sit down with and receive wisdom and insight from, though this is not the case with Rapture. He gave up on humanity and the people a very long time ago, this man has seen the worst the world can through at him from a very young man and has become very jaded through the years. The Rapture served as a sniper under Kirby and has been directly responsible for the deaths of countless men, do to this his mind slowly decayed and slowly his soul shattered as a persons life was meaningless to this man, he simply got his target in the cross hairs of his scope and pulled the trigger. After witch just moving on to the next target, he knew his job and he knew his responsibility was to defend his brothers and remove enemy targets. Though the first thing every sniper looses if there not careful is there humanity then their compassion and finally their mortal soul gets shattered through all the killing, for them life is cheap and eventually they compare even a human being to nothing more then a deer in there scope.

         The Rapture eventually couldn’t deal with everything he had seen and been through, the years of battle and killing finally had broken even this hardened sniper. He retired from the fight in the winter of 2045 and just walked away from the life and the war, he entered a small town in Ohio using his savings, he purchased a small home and went to work in a small bank and eventually became the president of the bank. Though his journey from hardened killer to man of the suburbs was a long and frustrating one for Rapture, he always feared being found out and never got over his paranoia. He was tormented as he slept by the nightmares and spirits of the men he killed, he was literally living in his own personal hell. Even when he started seeing and romancing the women who would become his wife, Rapture’s mind would not let him even rest and allow him a moment of happiness. He just felt like he was going through the motions, as he put it “It felt like I was living in a nightmare, just trying to wake up.” The Rapture was married in the summer of 2046 and is first child was born a year later in 2047.
        He just went through the motions with work and being a husband and father, though his distant nature was hard for his beloved to deal with. This lead to allot of arguments and caused the Rapture to spend many hours at work or in his home office, he threw himself into his job hoping to settle the demons that tormented him. Eventually the pain became to much for this old sniper to deal with and without being able to to tell a soul about his past and who he was, he started to drown his sorrows in the bottom of a bottle. Even with attending weekly service, his faith had been so damaged with everything he had done he was just going through motions to appease his wife and in-laws.
        Rapture was very good and playing make believe and hiding his drinking and his sorrow, that even his wife was unaware that he was becoming a drunk. For Rapture his children where a painful reminder of all the young men, who died under his command or from his rifle, though this didn’t stop this Catholic man from starting a very large family. By 2055  he had five children and was vice president of the local bank. Everything was looking good for the Rapture, though the decade of drinking was taking it’s toll on his body, the sleepless nights where getting hard to explain and his nightmares where beginning to worry his wife and even his children. Rapture eventually was forced to seek counselling for his nightmares from there Parish Priest, he only agreed so he could save his marriage and keep his wife in the dark about his past.
       Though even when he meet with the good priest, he was unable to fully confess his past and his sins. He would just lie, and weaving a tangled we of deceit that would only confuse and eventually concern the Priest and he was recommend to seek professional help. This Rapture knew would end in only one of two ways, he would either be arrested or he would be given heavy antidepressant medication. So when Rapture reluctantly went to seek further help for his troubled past, so he could save his marriage and as well spare his job. By this point he had become a master of lying and his tongue had become quite silver. He was able to pull the wool over the eyes of even a professional therapist and leave his first and only appointment with the script that he hoped would make him feel something again, also he hoped the pills would offset his drinking sadly that was not the case and Rapture’s alcoholism would eventually rear it’s ugly head and he would end up in the hospital.
        One night after he started taking the medication he had been drinking heavily and would end up having a blackout rage, according to the reports he started rambling about all the tyranny and how everyone is being lied to. He started trashing his home office and throwing items around the kitchen before passing out, his hands bloodied from broken glass, his wife was terrified and his children hiding. The police arrived and saw Rapture laying on the floor passed out, the trashed room and his blood flowing from his hands and arms. They called the medics and then went to place him under arrest for domestic abuse, his wife scared but still very loyal stood by her husbands side. She refused to press charges, since he never once struck her she just wanted him to receive help for his issues. Also an arrest would destroy his creditability, tear the family apart and he would loose his job.
        Rapture awoke in the hospital, his hands and arms bandaged and he was being pumped full of medication from the IV in his wrist. Thus began the Raptures rehabilitation for his alcoholism, though even being pumped full of anti-psychotics and antidepressants he managed to still weave a web of deceit. This allowed him to leave the hospital sooner then later, though it didn’t help his recovery and even going to support groups eventually Rapture would relapse. Though that wasn’t for many years, he once again focused into his work and into his growing family with the sixth child on the way. He managed to live the perfect life, though for him it was nothing more then a mask hiding the demon that lived deep inside this man and by 2060 he had become the president of the bank. He was also preparing for the marriage of his eldest daughter and his sons graduation from college, and over the next ten years the Rapture watched his children grow and leave the home. His youngest being ten years of age and his eldest becoming parents, Rapture finely felt the warmth reignite in his heart as he held and looked into the innocent eyes of his grandchildren.
       He had gone full circle and once now whole, he had his growing family around him and he could feel all the love that had been long lost from him. though by 2071 he had heard of the arrest and conviction of one of his fellow Minutemen and heard that this poor old man was going to die by hanging, he also heard that the execution would be televised for all to witness the execution of this traitor and terrorist. Now through the years, many of his fellow Patriots and Minutemen had been arrested and executed live on television. Though this was during his dark period and he just ignored the ugly truth. This execution he could no longer ignore, this execution was a dear friend of his, a young man who he had trained, he mentored and he took under his wing back in 2017. This man was no a old man, he was somebodies husband, father and grandfather this family was going to be destroyed and his reputation, name and honour forever destroyed by a tyrannical system. This now old man, was going to die alone, scarred and unjustly.
       Rapture just stared at the television lost in his thoughts and he could feel the torment returning as he gazed into the eyes of this man’s mug shot being blasted on the screen being dubbed a Domestic Terrorist and murderer of the American people. The words of the reporter where lost to Rapture as he could feel all the horror, coldness and the spirits returning to his tormented mind and entering his once healed heart. The warmth was extinguished as the frost returned and eventually his emotions where once again frozen in the icy lake. At this point, he knew the only thing that would help him feel again was within a bottle. He initially resisted the urges and tried to feel the love from his grandchildren, the love of his children and his wife but nothing he was again lost and as the days turned into nights and the weeks went by, the more the reporters on the radio and television spoke of the execution as this poor man’s date with the hangman drew nearer. He could also hear the people in the town and within the bank speaking about it, like it was going to be some grand event. There were others that would debate and defend the poor old man, but where ever Rapture went he was being reminded of this and he could feel himself being drawn deeper into the abyss of his mind. One day Rapture couldn’t resist the urges any more and he walked into a liquor store for the fist time in many years. He handed the store clerk his clean and sober token of over ten years in trade for a bottle of rum, this was a little known fact that some bars and stores to lure recovering drunks back into the bottle would accept their sober coins for a discount of free product depending on the length of time of their coin. Raptures was long enough to warrant a free bottle of his preferred drink and so began Raptures return to the liquid medication.
       Rapture started off slow, and eventually was back into his old habits of drinking and hiding it from his family and work. He managed to make it threw the execution that his family wanted to witness and through the holidays. He went back to playing make believe and being a fun grandpa, the rum made him act like nothing had changed. Though as his drinking increased the signs where on the walls for everyone to see, though they just ignored the grim truth and went on as nothing changed. Over the next two years the activity with the war increased and Rapture’s nightmares and sleepless nights were returning as the Sons of Liberty (Freedom Patriots) where becoming front page news. Then the fateful day of the Battle for Seattle Independence occurred. Rapture and his family where decorating the Christmas tree in their home as the news broke of the Battle of Fort Lewis and the pirated broadcast of Waldo’s Speech as memoriam to all the hero’s that fell on that day. He once again was lost in his thoughts as he heard the words of Snoopy and Colonial over the television.
        Rapture at this point like a man possessed made a choice that he needed to put his uniform back on and pick up his rifle once again. He just felt the call of duty and lady liberty needed him once more, for the first time in his marriage he sat his wife down and told her the truth about his past, who he was and what he needed to do. She sat there in shock and tears as her husband confessed that he was a Minutemen and a Patriot, that he was going to leave once again to fight alongside his remaining brothers and fight for the truth and the pride of America and not the false flag of the UCAS. He asked her to put her faith in him, and not to contact the authorities if she loved him as he loved her, she would respect and understand his decision. Once a marine always a marine and this was something he needed to do, and then he hugged his wife kissed her, he hugged his now teenage children that still lived at home. He went into his home office, prepared a hand written letter explaining everything and saying goodbye to his older children and grandchildren. Rapture packed a bag, grabbed his gear an loaded his personal car he used for work and blew a kiss to his wife that stood in the doorway and waived good bye as he pulled out of the driveway and began his pilgrimage to Seattle to stand in unison once more with his Brothers.
       since Rapture left his home, his wife took down the false flag of the UCAS and has hoisted Old Glory in it’s place and she tied a yellow ribbon around the tree in their front yard. His family might be upset and saddened by his leaving, but they are in full support and Rapture told them not to worry about money as he would make sure they were well cared for financially. His patriotism and confession has ignited the fires under his family as they now finally understood why he was so troubled and why he eventually fell victim to alcoholism. For Rapture was carrying a burden that no single man should ever have to carry alone, and now he knows his family supports him and his family is their for him as he made the hard choice of staying with his family or ignoring the patriotism and call of duty that all marines feel when there country and her people are under duress.
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Captain Warren Orrin (Bunny)

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olmos-620x375Membership: Minutemen

Race: Human

Height: 5’8

Weight: 165
Apparent Age: 70
Archetype: Physical Adept: Circle: unknown
Preferred Weapon: Katana
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Bio: Well for Bunny this man has one hell of a handle, though it came from when he was younger and served the Minutemen. He has a Bugs Bunny tattoo on his forearm and hence the Drill Sargent pegged him Bunny and from that day forward he was known as Bunny. He has been a proud soldier from day one, though Bunny did at once go to extremes and do basically whatever he could get away with to serve the cause. This man still has plenty of honour left in his bones and he gave everything he possible could to defend America from the threats of the NAN and the UCAS. The Minutemen where one of the few agencies that personally felt the dagger being plunged into their back by the government they once served. Bunny stayed with the fight and his brothers for many years till the old war injury he received during a battle against the Sioux became to much for him bear and he was forced to retire in the summer of 2065.

         When Bunny retired from the Patriots, this man didn’t fully go away. He always kept a watchful eye on his surroundings and never again trusted anyone other then his brothers. He became a bit of a hermit, and he never again would be seen without a long sleeve dress shirt and tie on. As Bunny knew that his tattoos would be a dead give away on who he was, and he had already sat and watched many of his brothers hang for just being a Minutemen. Bunny took to the bars and began to drink his troubles away and like Uncle Ed he became addicted to pain killers, though Bunny was a bit smarter. This man never tried to start a family and he just kept to himself, he tended bar part time to pay the bills and keep his ear to the street.
         Bunny was only retired for less then a decade when the war against the NAN began to escalate and he was starting to see the Sons of Liberty (Freedom Patriots) becoming front page news. He again kept to himself and tried his damnedest to hide behind the smoke filled air of the bar where he worked, or in his small apartment, though when you walk with a cane and drink more in a single day then most do all month. You tend to draw attention to yourself and not in the good way. Bunny one day in the summer of 2072 was tending bar and he had his dress shirt sleeves rolled up as he was working on the hottest day of the years and the air conditioning was barley working. He didn’t even notice that his tattoos where exposed till a few of his customers began asking questions of the cartoon bunny dressed in a colonial uniform and flying Old Glory, and the obvious Sons of Liberty (Freedom Patriots) Banner on his other arm with the tell tale “Don’t Tread on Me”.This caused great panic in Bunny as he quickly lowered his sleeves and re-buttoned his cuffs, this didn’t stop the flying questions from his drunk customers. Bunny tried his best to lie and quickly started pouring more liquor hoping to make his customers forget through alcohol blindness.
         For Bunny after that day the questions stopped and he never again raised his sleeves nor removed his jacket again, though the paranoia that it caused caused all of his nightmares to return and caused him to further abuse the pain medication. Bunny by the time of the war breaking out was not really in any shape emotionally or physically do to his old injuries and his addictions but for this man he saw a chance to escape his paranoia and return where he belongs. On the following morning after the news of the battle unfolded, he packed his gear, loaded the trunk of his car with hard liquor grabbed his pills and headed off towards Seattle ready to give everything his drunken mind could offer. I do hope for Bunny that his commander see’s his troubles and gets him the help he needs, cause a alcoholic with a loaded weapon is the last thing that is needed. Though with Bunny this man can drink and it seems to take him much longer to get drunk and he seems to be more cognitive when he is on the medication. So maybe this Bunny being intoxicated and high is good thing guess only time will tell.
       Bunny has put his uniform back on, slung his riffle and has taken his place amongst his brothers, Bunny has returned home to honour those who fell in the fight for freedom and fight once again for Old Glory and the American Way, hey Bunny meet me at the bar and I will buy you a drink, as a welcome back to the fight (One normal human drink, Not the Bunny special. Colonial doesn’t pay enough for that.)
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First Lieutenant Saeward Lionel (Locomotive)

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Race: Human

Height: 5’10

Weight: 190
Apparent Age: 60
Archetype: Mercenary Adept: Circle: Unknown
Preferred Weapon: DAOD Assault Nemesis
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Bio: Locomotive earned his name for his love of trains, his last name and the huge tattoo sleeve he has on his right arm that depicts the history of the rails. This man has seen the worst of the worst and was the only surviving member of his platoon after the attack on the Korean military compound and has served honourably ever since with the Minutemen and Sons of Liberty (Freedom Patriots). Though for Locomotive he has always been troubled and haunted by the sights and sounds of those days in the jungles of Korea, he never fully got over all the loss and the dagger that his countrymen plunged deep into his back. He accepted the offer to fight with the Sons of Liberty (Freedom Patriots) though his heart was no longer in the fight and he was slipping away slowly into the bottle and any other chemical to help him cope with everything he had seen and done.

      This man eventually cracked and couldn’t take the stress of war any more and had to just turn his back and walk away from everything in hopes to redeem his wayward soul and deal with the nightmares and damage to his soul. Locomotive just walked away own night leaving everything but his uniform behind and the only reason he took that was because he had no civilian attire. From the records I can locate on his whereabouts he wondered aimlessly for many days till he rolled into a small town in Oklahoma on the UCAS side of the line. This is where the story of the Locomotive gets kinda depressing, this once brave and noble soldier now broken and weary with addiction just wondered into a local shelter looking for a simple meal and some clean clothing. What he found was disdain and resentment from the locals and the people that where supposed to help him, for he wore the wrong flag on his shoulder and the people in this town no longer respected Old Glory nor recognised the United States of America, they were sold and sworn UCAS citizens and to them Locomotive was nothing but a traitor and no better then a Confederate.
       He was run out of town by the local sheriffs office and this troubled man, just fell deeper into his shattered shell of depression and wondered off and hitched a ride on the rails, he carried little as to where he was going. He just knew he had to leave, little did he know that he was on an express cargo train heading for Seattle and he would be the only other Minutemen to arrive in the Emerald City prior to the battle. By the time he arrived in Seattle he hadn’t eaten in days, and his canteen was bone dry. Locomotive was needing help and he was weary of heading to a shelter out of the fear of the way he was treated the last time.
        For this man Seattle was overwhelming as he grew up in a small town in Pennsylvania and has only ever been in a city a few times in his adult life, most of the time he was being shot at. Locomotive eventually found his way to a small church in the Bowery district, he entered the church nervously and was taken by surprise as he was welcomed in with open arms by a minister a few years older then himself a man a named Reverend Edmund Crane. He was given a place to rest his weary head, a shower, clean clothing and a good meal and drink. The good Reverend never asked any questions and told Locomotive he was welcome to stay as long as he needed and his office door was always open to him if he needed to talk as Edmund could feel that there was something deep and troubling within him.
       Locomotive stayed at the church for a handful of years, as he was working on trying to establish himself back into the civilian world. During this time, the two men said barely anything to each other, Locomotive feeling obligated attended the Sunday Service though the words of scripture just fell on deaf ears with Locomotive as he was lost within the trauma of his shattered mind. It was during this time that he meet the women who would become his wife and bare his children, and it was meeting her and desiring to marry her that he knew he had to change his life for the better. Though again for Locomotive this was only a temporary fix to his personal nightmare. He landed a job as a tax advisor at one of those chain stores that pop up in the malls and he was able to scrap together the money to afford an apartment in the Bowery and purchase a simple ring. He took this women out to a nice dinner spending the last of his saved funds, he then took to one knee and asked for her hand in marriage. She said yes and the two where married within the year, for Locomotive everything seemed to be going fine. He was married, he had his first child on the way, he was gainfully employed and he should have been happy but the demons of his past kept tormenting him at night. He kept reliving the war, he began to be racked by guilt as he was hearing of the arrests and forced to watch the executions of his men and other Patriots. His wife was a staunch supporter of the United Canadian American States and was proud of the country and would watch the executions and make disparaging remarks as Locomotive sat and watched his friends and comrades meet there untimely end at the hands of the hangman.
      This forced him deeper into the bottle and deeper into his depression, as he couldn’t fathom who ignorant the citizens had become and even the women he loved so deeply would want to see her husband hang if she found out who he was. Locomotive tried as hard as he could to but everything behind him and play house with the women he could no longer look in the eye, for she had become everything he feared, everything he hated and everything that he shed blood to stop. There marriage was in trouble but the birth of his son, seemed to have settled his wife down and he was able to focus on raising his son and work like a typical husband. He just put everything behind him and allowed himself to be swallowed by his work, though when he found out he was going to be a father again he knew he would have to move out of the Bowery and enter the suburbs for his small apartment didn’t have the room for his growing family.
      Locomotive figured he would just drown himself into his job, and working on the house putting everything behind him. So he bought a small fixer upper in the suburbs ad moved his growing family into a safer district. Little did he know that all this did was bring his wife closer to people that shared her values and she would get even more involved with other house wives and the gossiping would commence. Locomotive as well ran into serious issues with the other husbands, many of witch younger then he was, though had served in the UCAS military and fought against the Minutemen, Devil Dogs, Rough Riders and many of the Sons of the True Confederacy. This was very troubling for the Locomotive since these men where speaking about his friends and allies like they where nothing more then terrorists and traitors. Then he got told that they caught yet another former Minutemen. A young Private named Eric Winters was going to be hung in two days and they where all going to gather for a celebration to watch the hanging of this poor young man. Locomotive just stood their in horror, he knew this young man, he had rescued Private Winters and spared his life taking a bullet in the shoulder for his efforts. He couldn’t believe that this poor young man was going to hanged and these jack assess where happy about it.
        When the night came for the gathering Locomotive but his children to bed early and sat silently in his chair getting lost in his bottle of rum. He couldn’t stomach the events that were about to transpire and the way the people in the room where acting. They were treating this hanging like it was a prize fight, taking bets on how many times he would twitch or would his head pop off. Locomotive just sat there drinking in silence and lost in his thoughts about the poor young man who was about to die for an unjust reason and the only thing he was guilty off was surviving Korea. As they marched Private Winters onto the gallows the room erupted into cheers and drunken revelry. Locomotive just stood up, and left the room he went to to the bedroom packed a bag, kissed his children good bye and left the house and drove out of Seattle heading for parts unknown.
        For the remainder of his time away, Locomotive worked odds and ends and lived out of motels and hotels drowning himself deeper into the bottle and medication to ease his troubled mind. He even at one point contemplated suicide, he say in his motel room with his loaded pistol in one hand and a bottle of rum in the other. He already had prepared his suicide note and had the barrel of his pistol in his mouth with his finger on the trigger, at that point he heard Snoopy’s pirated broadcast about the war in Seattle and how the battle might have been victorious though the war was long from over. The words of Waldo where broadcast over the broadcast followed by the message from Colonial, Locomotives hand began shaking and he dropped his pistol and began to break down in tears. He had finally come full circle and his life was about to change again.
       Locomotive picked himself up off the floor, cleaned himself up and placed his uniform back on for the first time since he arrived in Seattle all those years prior. He packed his gear, flushed the note, grabbed his bottle, lit a cigarette took a long drag as he got into his car. he gazed upon the picture of his children kissed his two fingers placed it on the photo saying “This is for you.” and he drove back to Seattle to stand with his fellow Minutemen. He knows his children are know grown, but he hopes he will not have to meet them again through the cold iron of the sight of his riffle, Locomotive has returned where he belongs and he is once again with his family and his brothers in arms, the Minutemen will stand united till their last dying breath.
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Sargent William Robert Thurmond (Uncle Bob)

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Race: Human

Height: 5’9

Weight: 190
Apparent Age: 65
Archetype: Mercenary
Preferred Weapon: Spass 22
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Bio: Well good old Uncle Bob, this man has served the cause for many years and fought alongside his brothers in the Minutemen for many years only retiring from the fight in 2053. He walked away after suffering many years of tormenting nightmares and wanting to live a life without fighting, without killing and without the pain of the war. Though for this life long marine the war would eventually drag him back in to stand side by side with his brother once again. After he made the painful decision to retire, he like Dr. Wilcox fell in love with a women from the church he was attending trying to make peace with all the killing and wash away all the blood on his hands. Their romance was fast and furious and within the year they were married and starting a family, for Uncle Bob this was a dream come true and he was at last going to be a father.

         Though this dream didn’t last very long as his wife didn’t survive the childbirth and he was left alone to raise twins he had a son and a daughter and for this old marine he was lost on how to handle this new situation. He came home from the hospital a new father and a widower in the same day and he was completely crushed. Lucky for him that his wives family lived locally and was able to assist him in the childcare, as he was clueless and also had to work. Uncle Bob was trying to hide his past working as clerk in a local pharmacy and keeping a low profile, since he was not an officer in the Minutemen he hopped that his name and face where not as well known as the officers of his band. Though do to all the stress and trauma he had been through, and the recent death of his beloved Uncle Bob was slipping into a serious depression and beginning to hit the bottle hard and as well the prescription medication he would swipe from the pharmacy.
         This deep depression and abuse of alcohol and prescription medication would eventually led to his children being taken away, by his in-laws and he would loose his job and eventually his home. Poor old Uncle Bob had become a statistic and was forced to move into a shelter and attempt to get help before his addictions killed him, he wan’t thinking clearly and he was throwing himself directly into the hornets nest. Uncle Bob was a very lucky man that when he retired from the Sons of Liberty (Freedom Patriots) yours truly eradicated his old SIN and gave him an air tight new one. Cause once those assistance papers went into the system he would have been caught and hung.
         He was approved for assistance and went through extensive therapy for his depression and his addictions, and eventually was able to gain employment at a local market and a small apartment that allowed him a place to hang his hat and rest his weary bones. Though the nightmare for Uncle Bob was only beginning as he like his other brothers had to start dodging questions of his true identity and being a recovering addict keeping the lies straight is not easy and for Uncle Bob is was down right tormenting, he relapsed a few times do to the nightmares and stress from the war. He even thought about ending it all and walking into the police station and confessing who he was, but his will to live and the thought of his children kept him going to therapy. Eventually in the summer of 2070 he had been clean for three years and he was allowed to see his children again for more then a few minutes.
         Uncle Bob tried to reconnect with his now teenage children but they just blew him off and couldn’t be bothered with their alcoholic and addict father, his in-laws had vilified him with his own children and his addictions and depression destroyed his reputation. Shortly after loosing his children for the seemingly last time he relapsed and drank himself into a drunken stupor and wandered around the town till he passed out. He awoke in the hospital with his stomach having been pumped and hooked up to various machines and being pumped full of medication. This was the last time Uncle Bob every relapsed, as he had a close call with the authorities and again thanks to yours truly being pumped full of coffee and suffering another sleepless night thanks to Colonial. I caught the red flag, and was able to move quickly and alter his DNA and fingerprint scan (They wonder why Snoopy suffers from Coffee addictions, STRESS!!).
        Uncle Bob left the hospital a free man, again thank you (Insert Bow Here), and within the year he was able to rebuild his relationship with his children by the grace of God. Though again, once a Marine always a Marine he heard the call to duty and said his final good byes and with tears in his eyes he left his children behind again and headed to Seattle to regroup with the Minutemen. (Hey Uncle Bob, you owe me bring me a Large Coffee Black) He has once again put his uniform back on and is standing shoulder to shoulder with his brothers, the war recalled him and he answered his countries cry for help.
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Major Oliver Wurzel (Junior)

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stromthurmond Membership: Minutemen

Race: Human

Height: 5’9

Weight: 165
Apparent Age: 70
Archetype: Mercenary Adept: Circle: Unknown
Preferred Weapon: Cougar Fine Blade
Bio: Well it has come time to talk about a man known as Junior, this man has been with Kirby from day one and has served as loyal member of his unit throughout the ages. Junior was trained to be an infiltrator and military assassin and do to this he has brought down many dictators, warlords and tyrants through the ages. The biggest issue for Junior was that the more he killed the colder he was becoming, Junior was trading his soul for the dedication to the cause and to his friend, commander and father figure Kirby.

 

Captain Strom Reynolds (Duster)

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1345044444_prince-philip-lg Membership: Minutemen

Race: Human

Height: 6’0

Weight: 175
Apparent Age: 70
Archetype: Mercenary Adept: Circle Unknown
Preferred Weapon: DAOD Assault Pistol
 Bio: Well now begins another tale of a man who’s conscious, mind and body have been so damaged by the events of the Korean War here in the Homeland that he has become jaded and damaged almost beyond repair. Duster once was a family man, a man with dreams and ambitions now all he aspires to is keeping up the masquerade living a life of make believe and pretend. Duster served with Kirby as his second and was directly in command of a platoon of men that have become known as the Minutemen. He was a true leatherneck and was part of the field infantry division, this meant that he saw his fair share of killing and had to bury many of his good men. For Duster he never quite got over having to leave his fallen brothers behind and the tragic events after there harrowing escape from Korea has stayed with him till today. For Duster the tragic events that occurred once he returned state side and having to stay one step ahead of the government and military police, being spit on by fellow citizens and having his name and his men’s honour being dragged through the mud and being completely disgraced should have been his final straw. Though for Duster the final piece of the puzzle came when he got word that his wife had committed suicide but not before she murdered his children. He was told this happened because she couldn’t handle the stress of being disgraced and the wife of a traitor and terrorist. Once poor Duster herd the news he snapped and his emotion, his compassion and his empathy all but vanished, he was nothing but a shell of the man he was once before.
          For Duster joining the Sons of Liberty (Freedom Patriots) was simple, he had nothing left to live for besides his fellow brothers and he could care less about taking another life, for him human life was no more valuable then a pack of cigarettes. There was many occasion Duster would be known to go to extremes and bring down entire small camps and villages of natives for nothing more than their tobacco products. He would kill man, women and child it didn’t matter to him any more, if he was thought as a villain they he would gladly oblige there beliefs. Duster’s actions didn’t sit well with many of his brothers and even within the Sons of Liberty (Freedom Patriots) he was receiving flack for his direct disregard for the articles of war. Though nothing seemed to stay Dusters path of self destruction and he was growing more and more callous as the years went by. Nothing seemed to be working, he was lost within a pit of despair and wasn’t hearing what his friends and commanders where saying, for Duster just didn’t care. There was one operation back in March of 2029 where Duster had just gone to far, he had captured a small enemy camp that also had the families of the enemy soldiers within it as well. After ordering the execution of the captured soldiers to be done in front of there kin, he one by one executed the children and then had the women and elderly locked in multiple truck trailers, locked the doors with chains and set them ablaze. The screams of the people inside could be heard for miles and sent shivers through many of those that where there. Once word had gotten back to the the Sons of Liberty (Freedom Patriots) of what Duster had done, needless to say they where not all to thrilled. Duster was reprimanded hard and there was even talk about executing him for crimes against the articles of war, though his friend Happy stuck his neck out for his fellow comrade. This was enough to spare Duster, but he was stripped of command and had to remain back at the base camps. Happy spent many weeks working with the damaged Duster till he finally broke through and began to make sense to Duster, Happy had broken down the iron walls that he had built and for the first time in many years Duster felt a strange emotion, that being of remorse. Duster overtaken by the guilt of what he had done, what he had become couldn’t handle the conflict any more, he feared the beast inside him returning and fully consuming him. Duster parted ways with the Sons of Liberty (Freedom Patriots) in the spring of 2030 and just drove off into the cold dark night not to be seen again for another forty-two years, though this is where Dusters story becomes even more tragic, this is where Duster past and his demons come back and this is where he lucky to even be a free man and among the living, though for what’s become of Duster I couldn’t say is truly living for this man has been shattered and might this time be beyond repair.
          Once Duster left the Sons of Liberty (Freedom Patriots) he wanted to get as far away from everything a he could and knowing he would never be able to leave the continent of North America he headed for a small rural town inside Tennessee where he hoped that he could just disappear and become just another local that nobody took a second glance at. Though this was a slight problem for Duster though, he has a deep commanding voice, very authoritative presence and he is extremely charismatic even when he is not trying. the other issue for this poor man, being in a rural town was a nice place to hide, but when he donned clothing to blend in he looked like a fish out of water. He was only comfortable in his uniforms and business professional attire. This fully set him apart from a vast majority of the locals, and for Duster he looked more like the town Mayor, then the Mayor did, he purchased a small home within the town and went to work for a local accounting firm and for Duster this is all he hoped it would be till the good lord took his mortal soul. Well things have a strange way of not going the way one planed it once karma is involved.
          He had put on a new mask and was pretending to be a regular man, he sought simple hook ups at the bars and attended service on Sundays, even though his faith was long since lost. He was just going through the motions, and trying his best to blend in and not make waves, the news of the native massacre had spread like wildfire and the actions of the Patriots and Confederates where big news in this country town. He knew eventually one day he might have to pack up and leave. Though for Duster, his life was about to become much more complicated when one of the women he had hooked up with at the bar, a young 18 year old women who looked much older. He had gotten pregnant and for Duster was about to meet a very angry father and uncle, true to small country town mentality they came knocking on his door with shotguns in hand and the father demanding he marry his daughter. Well for a man suffering from post traumatic stress disorder this didn’t end well needless to say, when the smoke cleared the two men lay broken and beaten on the ground, Duster suffering from a shotgun wound to his leg and groin and Duster had the barrel of the shotgun shoved in the uncles mouth and just mere seconds before Duster was about to pull the trigger. He was tackled to the ground by the a local sheriff’s officer catching Duster of guard but not before leaving the uncle a very painful message as the shotgun blew out the right side of the man’s cheek, jaw and teeth. Duster was arrested and taken to a hospital for medical treatment.
         He was charged with assault and battery, attempted murder, assault with a deadly weapon and excessive use of force. He spent many a night handcuffed to the hospital bed being pumped full of pain medication and nothing but time to think. This was bad for a few reasons, one Duster then and still is not a stable man, two he is a master escape artist and three they ran his prints and all he figured was he was taking a one way trip to the government gallows or firing squad. (Little did Duster know that poor old caffeine addicted, coffee freak Snoopy would be again sitting at a terminal with toothpicks in my eyes to keep them open as I went through countless hours of microfiche, I noticed the red flag warning for Duster and was able to react quickly and alter his records and SIN. saving his neck literately.) Duster was able to free himself of the handcuffs, but he was in to much pain and way too high on the medication to e able to move and get out of the hospital. Though he tried and found himself face down on the hospital floor, and ripping his stitches open, and slowly bleeding out on the cold floor. A sheriffs officer and nurse heard the commotion and entered the room, they put him back in bed and the officer re-cuffed him, Duster just laughed and in a semi bad English accent said “You really think that is going to keep me kid, I am the Great Houdini!” Where the accent came from is anyone’s guess and what it has to do with Houdini well I am still baffled, but he still has that damn accent today. Meanwhile the nurse called for assistance and they managed to restitch and dress the wound and then it was time for sleepy time for Duster as he was given a heavy sedative and it was lights out.
       When he awoke he was greeted by the town sheriff, Duster quickly freed his right hand from the cuffs and extended his hand to shack the good sheriff. He introduced himself as the Great Houdini, the Sheriff introduced himself as Sheriff Franklin Dewitt he had a look of amazement on his face and was in disbelief about how easily Duster was able to escape the bonds. Once they shook hands even in Dusters weekend state his grip was firm and he turned the man’s hand showing dominance over the sheriff. This concerned Franklin a little but he didn’t show it, Franklin pulled a chair up beside Duster and said “Well you seem to be in a bit of a predicament Sir, you are looking at over 25 years of hard time.” Duster breathed a sigh of relief, knowing his true identity hadn’t been found out. He replied “Well it was self defence, they came at me with shotguns.” Franklin replying “Well thats not what the evidence says, and it’s your word versus theirs and my deputies.” He continued “That’s what brings me to this, they are willing to drop this if you make their daughter an honest women and marry her, this family has allot of sway in this town and they can make your life hell even behind bars.” What came out of Dusters mouth next, he blames the medication, all he said was “Well she was one hell of a lay, sure.” He also asked Franklin if he wanted his cuffs back, as Franklin was reaching for the keys Duster just handed him the cuffs. Again this left Franklin very disturbed that someone so easily freed themselves from restraints. As the Sheriff left the room all he said to Duster was welcome to the family, you dirty old bastard.
       Dusters second wedding was a very simple service, and also done very quickly he was married within weeks of being released from police custody. He went back to work for the accounting firm and basically avoided his good old boy in-laws, and not long later his son was born. Duster now had a wife more then half his age, a newborn son and in-laws that he couldn’t stand and wished physical harm to come to daily. This seems like a normal reaction for every husband out there, though not every husband is the damaged machine known as Duster. Duster just went on about business as normal and only about a year later his wife was pregnant again and Duster was becoming well known in the town do to his presence, and his wardrobe. As the days turned into weeks and soon years had passed and everything was going fine for Duster, for this jaded old man it was going all to well and he was waiting for the Sword of Damocles to come crashing down upon him.
       For Duster he was unable to breath easy during these times living with a fear of being found out, throughout the coming months many mercenaries rolled through town from various camps, though mostly Patriots and Confederates and this left a knot in his stomach as these soldiers began regaling tales the local bars and seemed to be basically ignored by the townsfolk. Though like normal after the mercenaries would leave the UCAS federal and military forces would roll into town and start asking questions and investigating. This is why Duster hated when the mercenaries would come through town to resupply and unwind. Then in the summer of 2035 the small town was rocked with tragedy, the beloved mayor was found murdered in his home and the current deputy mayor was being arrested and charged with the slaying. This left a void in the towns leadership, for Duster he could careless and was going about as business as normal, he was raising his children, trying to maintain a low profile and working extra hard at his office to keep his troubled mind busy. When his phone rang, he answered the incoming call and on the other side was Sheriff Franklin informing Duster that he was going to be running for Mayor in the emergency election and be prepared to give a victory speech. Before he could interject the sheriff hung up, Duster just sat at his desk dumbfounded and also trying to wrap his mind around everything and who the hell he got himself involved with. He also didn’t want to be the mayor, he had been desperately trying to avoid the lime light and not throw himself straight into the fire. Duster was also not very political and very blunt, he knew that if he became mayor it would only be a matter of time before he was found out and he would hang for sure. He also received the news of his wife was pregnant again with their third child, this puzzled him for he thought he was rendered sterile after the struggle with his in-laws years prior.
     Though for Duster he just took it in stride and kept wearing the fake mask of happiness even though he was becoming more and more bitter and resentful, his old demons where returning do to his shaken nerves and constant arrival of UCAS officials in the town. The emergency election campaign had begun and sadly for Duster none of his opponents stood a chance against the sheer stature of him. Dusters voice, presence and charisma just overshadowed anyone who stood against him. The people had fallen for the commanding old man and debate after debate his lead in the polls grew and for Duster this was a nightmare coming true. His in-laws where thrilled, his wife was over joyed but for Duster he was terrified and by election day the man was a ball of nerves as the ballots where being counted. This is when he started drinking, Duster found liquid courage and combined with the medication he was taking for the shotgun injury the man was feeling no pain and his nerves settled as the last ballot was counted and he was decreed the victor in a landslide election. The crowd of people at his campaign headquarters cheered, confetti and balloons fell from the ceiling as Sheriff Franklin announced his victory and called him the stage to give his victory speech. Now in normal situations Duster would have just jumbled over his words and offended everyone with his blunt words. Though do to the amount of alcohol coursing through his veins he gave one of the best oratories ever heard by the people of this town, Duster had just shot himself in the foot and sealed his fate for many more years to come. By just after the new year on January 3rd 2036 he was being sworn in as Mayor and moving himself and his family into the mayors estate. Though for Duster the nightmares and sleepless nights had returned and this old man just couldn’t handle the stress of suddenly becoming Mayor against his will and having to fear the gallows. This man kept his drinking quite from anyone, except at functions where he could get away with being seen drinking. He was as well becoming heavily addicted to prescription medication, not to mention tranquillizers and marijuana. His fears of hanging where paramounted daily do being able to see the towns gallows from his office window as a constant reminder to always tread carefully.
     Well fast forward to the year of 2055, Duster had become a beloved mayor he actually had found his calling and was making the town a better place and did a decent job of dodging the mercenaries as they rolled into town. His children all grown up and moved out of the home, either to get married or off to college and the big city. His father-in-law had passed away a few years prior from a massive stroke and most of the other in-laws either died or ended up behind bars for various charges. His wife getting older but he was becoming more and more passionate for her as the years passed and his love went from nothing but a façade to actual true love and he couldn’t imagine life without her. His addictions where racking havoc on his mind and body but his mystical nature was keeping him from being fully overtaken by the toxins. Though the gallows stood as a constant reminder for him, he would see the structure each and everyday though during his time in office he never had to sign a death warrant and witness a hanging till the tragic day of December 24th 2055. The local sheriffs office had captured a domestic terrorist, and murderer of the group known as the Minutemen many months earlier this arrest rocked the town, do to the townsfolk and law men normally overlooked the mercenaries and Haven Tennessee had become a sanctuary for these men and women to get some well earned rest and relaxation. Well with the sudden death of Sheriff Franklin and the election if a replacement Sheriff a younger man from New York, Haven was no longer a sanctuary for the mercenaries and for Duster he was living in total panic. Well the arrest was big news throughout the town and his trial was a media circus, the small sleepy town of Haven had become a tourist destination for people to witness the trial, and eventually hear the verdict live. Well as expected Private Winters was found guilty and sentenced to a quick hanging, his appeals where denied and even Dusters pardon was vetoed by the states Governor and his execution date was set and Duster was forced to sign the paperwork condemning this man to death.
          This by itself was very troubling for Duster as he knew the man who was to be executed on Christmas Eve in the court house yard, he served with Private Winters. Private Winters survived the hell that was Korea and even managed to live a long and beneficial life after returning home. He never was a mercenary for the Patriots and left the service to have a regular life and raise a family. This man was arrested while he travelled to Nashville to surprise his children and grandchildren by being there for a birthday celebration. Now he awaits the hangman’s noose and Duster must pull the lever condemning a fellow marine to death for a crime he never committed. Duster tried everything in his power to protect this man, he tried pardoning him, refusing to sign the death warrant, he tried reducing the sentence to life. Everything Duster tried was over ridden by those in higher authority, he even flat out told them to move the execution from his sleepy little town to another location but nothing he’s plea and his mercy fell on deaf ears.
          So on the morning of December 24th 2055 the mayor sat in his office staring blindly at the only paperwork on his desk, he had delayed as long as he could putting pen to paper. He even tried loosing the document but this only delayed the inevitable, the stage was set as the media gathered in his office, the towns politicians and sheriff stood behind the troubled man as he nervously picked up the pen and under duress signed the document. This event was captured live on television and the hanging of Private Winters was now official and this would be his last day on earth. After the document was signed Duster ordered everyone out of his office and just sat there staring out the window at the gallows, he watched as a small crowd of ticket holders where beginning to arrive and take their seats, he watched as the reporters for multiple national networks began their unrelenting coverage of the event. He stood there in lost in his thoughts and he could feel his heart breaking with each passing minute, Duster had just sent a man, a friend and a comrade to his death for nothing more than surviving hell. He had condemned and stained the honour of a good man, a father, grandfather and loving husband as he stood there looking out his window snow started to lightly fall from heaven as a single tear rolled down his war torn check.
        Duster walked away from the window and picked up the note cards that contained the speech that he was to give prior to the execution as the condemned stood there with the noose around his neck. Dusters speech was prepared for him by his assistant and he glanced through the cards, just hoping that someone, anyone would make attempt to rescue this poor soul. As he read the speech, he poured himself a tumbler of scotch and lit up a cigar taking in the first drag he pulled out his pills and popped them into his mouth and chased them with the aged scotch. Duster was unsure of how he was going to make it through the days events, and even thought about confessing to try to spare the man’s neck. As he put his speech into his inside pocket of his navy suit jacket, he figured all his confession would do was give the hangman another set of boots.
        The mayor grabbed his top coat and hat, turned the lights out in his office and made his way outside for the festivities where about to begin. As he slowly walked down the hallways from his office he could hear the soft holiday music playing over the speakers, and as he passed his staff they would wish him a “Merry Christmas Your Honour.” Duster didn’t even acknowledge them as melancholy washed over him. Duster had tried everything in his power and within his authority to save the man’s life and he failed. For the first time in many years, Duster felt like a complete failure and nothing more than a puppet to a corrupt system. He left the town hall and decided to walk the three blocks to the courthouse steps, as he walked the air was crisp, he could hear the church bells ring five times the street lights cast a shadow over his once peaceful town. The snow slowly fell and laid a blanket on the ground and the holiday lights glistened in the evening light. Once he entered the courthouse steps he could see the gallows, the small crowd of witnesses and local elite and politicians, the media instantly began hounding him for a statement and for his feelings. This execution was known to be something the mayor disapproved of and tried to stop. All Duster could get out was, ‘This is a travesty of justice and out of respect to the family and to our Lord and Saviour, I will not add to this media circus with adding fuel to the fire.” and he walked away towards the small stage set up next the gallows. The medication pupped through his veins leaving a calming sensation as the alcohol warmed his cold body as he sat down on the stage waiting for everything to start, Duster said a silent prayer and picked up the bible to hide his flask, as he took another swig to calm his nerves.
          Not long after Duster sat down and said his prayer, he could hear the sounds of the prison chains clanking against the ground as they brought Private Winters out of the courthouse and the chief of the guards bellowed “Dead Man Walking!” again being lost in his thoughts he didn’t even notice as the stage had filled with the various important people. The deputy mayor, the warden, the sheriff, the head prosecutor, and the sentencing judge all took there seats. Duster looked out into the crowd as the condemned was marched past them. He could see a small group of people, who looked as troubled as he did, this group began to break down emotionally as the old man was brought out past them wearing a black and white striped prison jumpsuit, his hands shackled in front of him, and to the leg and ankle restraints that slowed his movement. Private Winters bowed his head in shame and the look of a defeated man. The crowd of onlookers roared and began swearing at the supposed traitor and terrorist, as the media just swallowed the scene up and the reporters all looking for best story spoke to the cameras. That small grouping of witnesses all cold be scene with tears in their eyes, an older women was broken and was being consoled by a younger man that looked much like Winters as a younger man. Duster felt that stirring again and had to choke back the memories and tears as he took another swig from his flask.
          Private Winters was marched up the stairs of the gallows, and was placed before the noose, from his vantage point he was able to see his own coffin awaiting him and the grave already dug. They removed the arm shackles and forced his hands behind his back and using leather restraints bound his arms and repeated the process for his ankles. They placed a black hood over his head and then followed with putting the noose around his neck and pulled the rope tight. The towns elder priest dressed in funeral vestments gave the man his last rights, and then turned to the stage and nodded his head. This was when all the attention was passed to Duster and he rose to his feet, straitened his tie and stepped towards the podium. He pulled the prepared speech out of his jacket and looked straight ahead towards the hungry eyes of the camera. Duster spoke the words that where prepared for him, as he spoke he could feel a piece of him die and he kept having to chock back the emotion that was swelling up within him. His speech was very basic and never stood the test of time, though the last words he said before heading up the stairs to the gallows where straight from Duster and where not part of his pre-written speech, those words were; “And now we stand here about to condemn a man for being a traitor against the United Canadian American States, We stand here on the eve of our Lords Birthday, and are about to send a man to meet the savour for a crime that he is innocent of. This man is only guilty of hearing a call to duty and risking his life for liberty, he left a hero only to return a villain of a government that failed him, a country that spit on him. This people is a shinning example of the false flag, and this people is where liberty dies.”  He then turned and made his way up the steps to the gallows and took his place before the leaver that would end Private Winters life.
          For a moment the crowd was left in silence, there was a silence that fell before the crowd, the media and it could truly be called a silent night. Duster then turned to the condemned and asked “Do you have any last words?” Winters replied with “Sally I am so sorry, I love you with all my heart. never forget me and have a Merry Christmas.” At this point Duster pulled the pocket watch out his waistcoat pocket and placed his hand on the lever. He watched as the second hand slowly ticked by till the last minute ended and Duster with his hand trembling on the lever said “May God have mercy on your soul, (and in a hushed tone) and may he have mercy on mine, I am sorry my friend.” and he pulled the lever. There was loud bang as the trap doors opened and Private Winters fell through and came to a sudden stop. His body twitched for a few minutes, then he hung there still. Duster just walked off the gallows and back onto the stage. His heart shattered, he felt the last of his humanity and honour fade away as he looked over his shoulder to see his friend and comrade hanging underneath the gallows.
         The Mayor was bombarded with flying questions about hi speech and about what he meant by those closing remarks. He just ignored the media and slowly made his way out of the crowd and entered the awaiting car. Duster was a destroyed man, and this event had just felt the fatal blow to whatever he had left in his soul. He asked the driver to take him home, As he rode through the streets of his once sleepy little town, he knew that nothing would ever be the same, the town had changed forever and Haven would never recover from this tragic event. The driver eventually pulled into is driveway, and opened the door as Duster exited he gazed upon his home decorated for the holidays, the candles flickering in the window and a simple wreath hanging on the front door painted red. He entered his home and was greeted by his wife, who took his coat and hat giving him a big hug. She knew better then to even ask how his day was and she left him alone, Duster made his way into his study and took a seat in the large leather chair, pulled the bottle of scotch out from his desk. He just started to drink, and the more he consumed the more this broken man began to break down and he eventually lowered his head into his arms and began to breakdown as the memories consumed him.
       Duster just sat in his office through the night, he refused to even attend midnight Mass with his wife claiming he didn’t deserve to go and worship, for he was a sinner and sent an innocent man to his early grave. He eventually passed out in his study and when he awoke in the morning he could hear the sounds of his family in the house, he could smell the wonderful food his wife had prepared but for him the motivation to even face his family was gone. How could he celebrate the holiday, when Winters family has to grieve and leave Haven without there Father and Husband, His body will be forever buried in a numbered grave, and forgotten as just another causality of this unjust war. Duster just left his study, went to his room disrobe’d took a shower and went to bed, claiming he didn’t feel well and wished to be left alone.
      This is basically how his life went for many months, he was on auto pilot and just went about business. Duster had been fully broken and was falling and spiralling out of control, his drinking increased and his family no longer gave him any joy. His work was all he had and even that was bothering to Duster, each day he was reminded about the hanging and his town had changed like he figured, and not for the better. The increase in popularity from the trial and execution had brought more business into town and this also increased the population. His small sleepy town was growing and this also meant more issues, bigger problems and eventually more executions. Normally these would have been handled by the warden of the prison but do to some town bi-law signed over a century ago, this was the job of the Mayor. He tried many times to get the law reversed but the town council kept shooting it down. Duster just went on day by day and hanging after hanging as if nothing had happened, he kept getting re-elected and living in his own personal hell. They months went by and the seasons turned as time moved on but Duster just felt trapped in perpetual state of stasis.
       Everything for Duster just seemed to move around him and he had lost control over his life, he suffered trough the tragic death of his grandson in an automotive accident in the fall of 2065 and then the suicide of his daughter in the same year. He again was forced to bury his two grandsons and his daughter in-law after his eldest son snapped in a drunken rage murdered them and then failed to take his own life on New Years Eve 2070 and after a long and lengthy trial and appeals he had to sign his own son’s death warrant and pull the lever hanging his one son two years later on Christmas Day. For Duster was only just a shell of a human any more, his faith long gone, his spirit crushed and the only family he had left was his wife and his love for her was fleeting, he once was madly in love with her and know with tragedy after tragedy befalling him it took everything he had left to even get out of bed in the morning. Then the unthinkable happened for Duster, it was June of 2073 and he had just announced that he would not be running again for mayor and retiring that year on December 10th feeling the town had changed for the worse and he felt that they needed a younger more in touch mayor to run the government and he could no longer be apart of a system that was becoming so corrupt. The people were crushed about his retirement, but eventually it was old news and Duster finally felt that he could once again try to feel again.
        He returned home to let his wife know about his decision, and begin the process of finding a new home after the new year. He walked in the door expecting her to be there to take his coat and hat, but nothing he called for her and he got no response. He glanced around the house to see things in disarray and he knew something was wrong. He reached into his coat for his cell phone only to realise he left it on his desk at City Hall, he threw his coat and hat onto the chair in the sitting room and opened the drawer to the end table and removed a loaded .38 special and began searching the house for his wife, he went room to room looking for her and he couldn’t find her. As he made his way back to the sitting room to head upstairs, he hit the panic button and made his way as stealthy as he could in dress shoes up the wooden stairs. As he reached the top of the steps he heard a gunshot coming from the bedroom. Duster ready the weapon and kicked the door open staying low, he saw a young man standing over his wife’s body she was tied to the bed and her clothing had been torn, She had a gunshot would to the head her blood pooling into the bed, the gunmen spun as the door flew open. The two men made eye contact, Duster looked as if he was looking at a ghost. He saw before him a slightly younger Private Winters, his hair greying and the circles around his eyes told the tale of a broken man. He was wearing black fatigues and his fly was open, the two men both raised their guns and with a load bang echoing through the room young gunman fell to the floor dead from a gunshot wound straight to his head, though Duster felt a sharp burning pain in his chest followed by the cold sensation of his blood leaving his body. He just looked at his wife’s murdered body locking eyes he mouthed “I Love You.” as his hand went limp and the pistol slid out and fell to the ground, he put his hand over his wound and fell to his knees and then face down into a pool of his own blood and gave into the cold embrace and accepted death.
       Well for Duster his life was not to end on this day, he awoke in the hospital many months later, unaware of how much time had passed but sadly do some of the cyber and bio he had his memory of the incident remained. He just broke down again, for he know had lost everything, his family for the second time, his job and his home. The doctors and nurses where amazed that he had no brain damage from being in the coma for so long and he was fully able to move around, though he would spend further months in the hospital recovering and going through rehabilitation. By December of the same year he was ready to leave the hospital and he laid in the bed eating his breakfast on December 11th, the television news was on and he was hearing about the fighting that had occurred in Seattle, he heard the words of Snoopy announcing the victory and he heard the words of Waldo who sacrificed his life in defence of the city in the Battle of Fort Lewis in defiance of the False Flag. Whether it be from guilt, anger or just a deep call of duty Duster ripped the IV’s out of his arm and exited the bed. He got dressed, and walked out of the hospital, he hailed a taxi and headed for home before it was lost, he crossed the police tape and entered the place where he almost lost his life, everything was the same as it was on that day. He went into the basement and gathered his gear, loading two duffel’s and packing a suitcase he loaded his gear into the car. He left the house where he lived for many years, the house where he raised and lost his family, he could feel his ghosts following him as he got in the car and pulled out of the driveway the last time and headed for Seattle to join the fight against the false flag. He wan’t sure what he would find there or what he would be capable of doing, but for Duster this was a way for him to rest his troubled soul. As he neared the city he saw a gathering of old men and he recognised Kirby and soon the others being the last of the Minutemen. He pulled up to them and exited the vehicle, tired and weary from his log travels, he just stood before Kirby and saluted the man he respected so, followed by “Captain Strom Reynolds reporting for duty Sir.” Kirby replied with “Welcome back Duster, we have allot to go over.” as slowly the remaining Minutemen filled in from parts unknown.
           For these old soldiers the words of Waldo reignited a fire that burns deep within all old marines, this fire is called patriotism and a sense of duty and honour. For Duster he felt his flame extinguish so many years prior, but for some men, it takes hitting rock bottom before they can rise up again. For Duster he has has crawled out of the abyss of despair and those words penetrated is hollow soul and healed this troubled man, a man on the verge of giving up, those words gave Duster purpose again and for this broken man they were all he needed to hear.
           Duster might have had a troubled past and the demons that lay under his bed are all to real, but he is a man who is dedicated and driven. He is driven to redeem himself in the eyes of the saviour and the eyes of his fellow men. The execution of Winters still haunts him, he is more then determined to lay that ghost to rest and restore the honour of a good man. The Patriots have forgiven Duster for his prior actions, the Minutemen have forgiven him for his deeds, and for the city of Seattle will benefit from this man’s dedication. Duster has fully accepted and come to grips with his torment, he is willing to lay his life down one more time in defence of Liberty and Old Glory, he knows this might be his swansong but till the day the cold embrace of death comes crawling, Duster will give everything he has left to defend the people from the tyranny and corruption of the UCAS.
                                                                                                                                                                                            Page Written By: Snoopy

 

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