Jerry Dillinger (Dakota)

Weight: 190

Apparent Age: 65

Archetype: Physical Adept: Circle: Unknown

Preferred Weapon: Combat Axe

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Bio: Dakota well where to start, well first off this man is from the Black Hills of South Dakota hence where his handle come from very original I know. But thats not why I am reporting on him and making fun of his name could be very lethal so just don’t do it. Dakota is from a region of the UCAS that was ravaged the hardest by the Ghost Dance and the Nights of Rage after, yes his home was not lost to the natives but everything else was taken from Dakota during those early days. He wasn’t always a solider and mercenary, he was simple man who owned and operated a general goods store in the Black Hills, he was a Father and devoted Husband and good Christian. He helped the miners and pipe workers of his community and headed his sons Scout troop. All in all Dakota lived what many would call the perfect life, a life of peace and harmony, he even worked with the local natives in the preservation of the history and like Orion he was accepted by the tribes in the area. Dakota in his early days didn’t have a violent bone in his body and believed strongly in the teachings of the Golden Rule and turn the other check, well you can only push a man so far before he snaps and becomes the man we know today as Dakota.

       Dakota came to be after the events that forever changed his life and his outlook on the world, when the Ghost Dance was unleashed Dakota was severely crippled by the magic and the spirits the ravaged the non native people. He was lucky to survive and so was his wife and children, Dakota was bed ridden do to his injuries and the Doctors didn’t know how to help since magic was new and this was beyond their scope of knowledge. As Dakota was healing in his bed, he was not prepared for what happened next, the once native friends of his, who looked up to Dakota forcibly entered his home and took him and his family hostage. They proceeded to rape his wife in front of him, they as well beheaded his eldest son and gutted his youngest like he was a deer, and they began to rape his daughter and Dakota was powerless to act. He was still suffering the ill affects of the Ghost Dance, unarmed and out numbered. He cried out for them to stop and he even tried to strike at the native’s but he was to week and was quickly subdued. He was forced to watch as the natives sliced the throats of his wife and daughter and then scalp them along with his sons. At this point Dakota was overtaken with grief and was just praying for the good lord to bring an end to this horror and grant them access to the kingdom of Heaven. Sadly that was not the case and Dakota was about to feel the full wrath if the natives on that day when the turned to him and removed there ski masks and Dakota got to see for the first time these where his friends and the youngest was one of his scouts who he considered a son and would tutor and let him work at his store for some spare credits and food. This young native drew a pistol looked Dakota in the eyes and shot him three times in the chest, Dakota fell backwards his hands still bound behind his back and his feet still bound. The pain that coursed through Dakota was great as the world became cold and black.

      Well this is where it gets weird, Dakota for all known reasons should be dead and he is not, the story goes that after the darkness consumed him he eventually awoke laying in a pool of his own blood with the bodies of his family around him and his home ransacked and with him still bound. He somehow managed to escape his binds and as he tried to stand he body coursed with pain and he collapsed again. After three attempts Dakota was able to get to his feet and survey the scene, he heard fighting in the streets and knew that the only safe way would be going out the back and using the wilds of South Dakota to hide, but first he couldn’t leave his beloved and his children exposed and laying like that. He mustered up his strength and dug them graves let it be shallow ones but still graves non they less. He buried each one of his family and said a prayer for there souls, once he went back into the house and he started to clean himself up, he saw the three bullet scars on his chest and he saw the whole scene replay in his mind as he was washing his face, this is according to all accounts when Dakota snapped and the nice good conservative Christian husband and father died and the man we now know as Dakota was born.

       He managed to gather up a few personal affects that where left, some cloths and his wood axe and shotgun and headed out into the world a very changed man, the look in his eyes tells the story and he is a man on a mission and that mission is blood, Dakota from that point cares nothing for his own safety and has taken his rage out on any native that he has come across. But in those early days he was just fighting local natives and helping others who where fighting for there sheer survival and trying to keep some resemblance of his home there. The locals of this small town that isn’t even on the map, where able to hold off the native attacks for months, though they took many casualties these men maintained and dug in deep with only there spirit and dedication to keep them going. Eventually the native forces withdrew and for this small victory was only a glimpse into the future and Dakota didn’t what his family to have died in vain and so he left the town behind and eventually joined up with a fledgling mercenary unit called the Freedom Patriots and after telling his story to the groups commander Colonial, the Patriots took him in as a brother and eventually put him to work.

        Dakota was a lucky one and his region and home where spared and stayed UCAS but the Sioux Nation was on there boarder and the NAN forces would not relent claiming that the Black Hills were sacred and should be there’s. Dakota asked Colonial if he could take a small band of soldiers and keep applying the pressure on the Sioux boarder, to let those red bastards now that they will never relent and the blood price must be paid. Colonial agreed and Dakota was put in charge of small band of mercenaries called The Black Hill Marauders and has brought vigilante justice to the people of the Sioux Nation. This unit is still active today and Dakota is still in command of these men, some are the same from those early days but age and injury have caused a rotation in most of the Marauders numbers. Scary thing is Dakota looks as if he hasn’t aged one bit and he is still as dangerous as he was prior if not more now, since this man basically learned combat in a trial by fire and only receiving formal training once he joined the Patriots.

      Dakota’s cause is just, he saw first hand the horrors of those days and felt the wrath of there forces and was forced to do the one thing any parent dreads and that is bury his own children, he was forced to sit helplessly by and watch as his wife and daughter were both violated and scalped and then learn that a child he helped care for, and raise was involved and attempt to murder him and for points Dakota was killed on that day. He emerged from the fires a changed man and I don’t blame him one bit. Its people lie Forge, Orion and Dakota that shed some light on what actually happened during those days. We have been lied to by our teachers, by our parents and by our own government as to the events that accord during the nights of blood and ghost dance. It turns out that the nights of blood where not just a few days but actually lasted months, turns out that these attack happened in areas that didn’t even become NAN do to the treaty. I have recently been looking into the history and doing the research of the events of those days since I was lied to in school, and it seems that unless you know exactly where to look you can’t find anything more then the sterilized accounts. There has to be more to this story and I do hope that before I am killed by Hound I can get to the bottom of this story and reveal the truth to the masses. Please I ask if Hound can relent please for I am know convinced and I am on your side. I need to report the truth and let the people know the truth.

        Dakota I support your cause and please if you see this, I mean now disrespect and what to sit down with you, Forge, and Orion and officially document your accounts of those days, same goes for any runner of the SOTC, Patriots or other agencies that has a story to tell about those days that have been sanitized. I am being honest and sincere here, but first I need to know that my safety is not in jeopardy and the bounty on me is lifted. Or at least I granted sanctuary, I am willing to make a trade, I have valuable intelligence on Errol and I am willing to trade everything I have on him for my safety and the bounty lifted.

        Dakota I salute you.