Captain Edward Blackwood (Bingo) or (Uncle Ed)

Weight: 165

Apparent Age: 60

Archetype: Mercenary/Dealer

Preferred Weapon: Spass 22

Runner Song:

Bio: Well when it comes to Bingo, this man is not like the song O’ or anything like the game played in church basements across the nation. No this man is a true patriot and friend. How he earned his moniker no one knows and it just came to be one day, and it stuck like glue. Lucky for Bingo he doesn’t seem to care and he has a bit of a sense of humour, though I wouldn’t push your luck with this old mercenary though. Bingo hails from the troubled city of Butte and holds a serious chip on his shoulder for all things native. He used to own a gun shop in the city and he was a well known and well liked member of the city, Bingo was an all around good man, he had a twisted sense of humour, but he was active with the people and always stood up for the under dog and never let a homeless citizen go without a hot meal or warm bed. He also ran a local motel and greasy spoon, so this man was an all around model citizen and was well liked by all who knew him. He was referred to as Uncle Ed by a majority of his neighbourhood and this was okay in his book.

        When the dark days hit and the native magic’s swept across the land like a out of control locomotive, and the following nights of blood commenced Bingo’s world was shattered and his life torn upside down. He watched as everyone he ever knew was vaporised if they where lucky and if unlucky they suffered a death through sheer terror. Their faces frozen in panic, hands clenched and clawing frozen in terror for all time. Bingo survived these attacks but he still bears the scars on his face where his wife’s nails torn into his face as she was overtaken with the fear, his left eye irreversibly damaged as she dug into his flesh unknowing of what she was doing. He said the feeling coming over him was like a wave of true terror, as if someone was walking on his grave true primal fear. He felt as if he was suffering cardiac arrest, and the hole time he was trying to calm his wife. Bingo is unsure how he survived that night, but he was one of the lucky ones.

        After the wave had elapsed, his wife fell dead at his feet frozen in terror and with his flesh and blood buried under her nails. His eye gouged deep and bleeding, his breathing shallow and suffering chest pains but for poor Bingo the worst was yet to come. Butte was about to be under direct attack by the native forces on a search and destroy mission for all surviving non native citizens. Once the cities favourite Uncle Ed was now public enemy number one and would have to use every skill he learned serving in the National Guard and as Volunteer First Responder to save his life and the lives of many of Butte’s defenceless citizens.

       He gathered the medical supplies he had on hand and took to the restroom of his gun shop and began to work on his battered eye. He knew that he was going to loose it, but he needed to stop the bleeding and puss before he bleed out or got infected. He knew their was a medical clinic not far from his shop, but he wasn’t sure if he would get there safely with the soldiers already taking to the streets. So Bingo broke out his old medical field manual and quickly read through the emergency eye wound section. He was in extreme pain but he knew he would have to perform this proceeder on himself and quickly. He readied the needed equipment, sterilized everything and using a camping torch he heated up the knife, I will save you the gruesome details but he gathered up his needed will and strength and preformed emergency eye surgery. From what Bingo said the pain was excruciating as he removed his eye tying off the optical nerve and severing it from his head with the super heated blade. He nearly passed out a few times from the pain and shock alone, but survival will give a person super human abilities they never knew they had. He bandaged his wound, and placed an eye patch over his empty socket swallowed a hefty amount of whiskey. He began the second stage of his plan and that was gather up his supplies, guns and ammunition load his truck and get the hell out of Butte before he became a statistic. Before he left his shop he doused it in gasoline and set the place ablaze, he allowed Blackwood’s Military Surplus to be his wife’s final resting place as she was cremated in the blaze.

     Bingo only partially out of the woods, and definitely not out of the fire had little choice but to attempt to escape the city ravaged in battle by the native soldiers and try to find a safe location and find an actual doctor to work on his eye before infection took hold of him. His pulse racing as he pulled the supply truck out of the parking lot and onto the main street, bullets tore down the streets in all directions, he could see though blurry citizens being executed in the street, being hung off street lights and traffic lights. Bullets tore threw the cloth canopy of his truck and punching through the side walls and wind-shield. He killed his first person on this day, as a native boy stood in the street aiming a gun at him, Bingo wasn’t taking a chance and he pressed his foot down hard on the gas pedal. The sound the boys head made when it made contact with the pavement Bingo says still haunts him today. He couldn’t keep from thinking that boy was no older then my son, how many children need to die needlessly, Bingo’s own son was killed by the natives magic only a few hours earlier, but he had no idea thats what actually happened. In his mind he just killed someone’s child and this he couldn’t fully accept even today.

        He made it out of the city and was on the open road, his head was pounding and he could feel his heart beat in his throbbing eye. He was having trouble adapting his vision and dealing with the loss of his peripheral vision on his left side, he side swiped many cars and basically anything on the left side of the truck. Bingo barely remembers the trip, but he was heading to the military compound near by. He was friends with many of the bases personnel and as a licensed arms dealer and military surplus seller he was always welcome on the base. According to Bingo, he doesn’t remember much of the trip and he knows he blacked out a few times from pain and the sever pounding in his head. When he made it to the base he was initially stopped and denied access, this infuriated Bingo and he demanded access and to see a medic. Eventually a senior security officer Lt. Edward Mallard came to investigate the commotion at the gate, he glanced in the truck and in shock “Oh my God, it’s Uncle Ed! Let him in at once and get him to the medics, thats an order!” the soldiers in unison “Yes Sir!” and jumped into action.

     Over the next few days, Bingo recovered in the medical bay and was overlooked by many of the bases doctors all dumbfounded that he was able to remove his own eye and said he was lucky to be alive. He as well debriefed Lt. Mallard as to the condition of Butte and as to what was going on there, he kept asking the young lieutenant if he had any information as to what was going on and why. Lt. Mallard clued Bingo in as to what was going on and that General Archer had heard your report and the reports of other survivors from all over Montana and would be taking action against the threat to save the people of this country and state. Pumped full of antibiotics and pain medicine Bingo made a decision that would alter the course of his life forever. He extended his hand saying “I may be a civilian, but I am more than capable of lending my gun to the fight, I would be more the honoured if you would accept my aid and allow me to join the fight for America.” Lt. Mallard shook his hand and accepted his offer sealing the deal with a salute.          Now for Bingo this would be the first time he would ever be in a combat unit, when he served in the National Guard he was a quartermaster and yes he was trained like everyone else, but he had a soft heart and the thought of killing anyone bothered him deeply. He in the matter of a few days, had taken the life of a child, watched his wife and son die, removed his own eye and was now going to take up arms against a enemy force that contained many troops that he knew and had watched grow up. Bingo’s life had forever changed on this day and there was no turning back.

        He was issued a uniform, weapon, pack and sent to stand with the other infantryman. He stood there as General Archer gave his legendary speech and he felt the electricity course through the air as the morale in the base boiled over and the men where ready to march against the enemy and defend liberty and her people from the tyranny of the natives. Bingo was there and part of the famous march of defiance as General Archer led his army of men out of the base Bingo was one of over a hundred thousand men who’s boots marched proudly out of that base that day, sadly for many of those men that would be there last day as there lives would be lost to enemy fire and they would lay dead in the mud and clay of the Montana wilds. Bingo fought hard and proudly for General Archer, forgetting that he was once morally opposed to the thought of taking a life he was now a soldier, a patriot, a revolutionary fighting for something bigger then he could ever imagine or even comprehend at the time.

       By the time the Battle of Butte was to occur the men where tired and they knew this would be the last stand for many of them, there will’s were breaking and they were beginning to suffer from affects of months of fighting and the death of to many of their fellow brothers and sisters. Bingo once again took another step that he thought he would never do, he rallied the bewildered men. He gave a compelling oratory sadly it wasn’t recorded and has since been lost in time and space, but whatever Bingo said to those men that day rose there spirits and confidence in General Archers plan to strike Butte. This show of leadership, patriotism and masterful workings of the spoken word gained the attention of General Archer and he never forgot Bingo’s dedication on that day. General Archer gave another speech to his men again their morale was electric after the boost they received from Bingo a wounded civilian that fought harder and was more dedicated than even most of Archers men.

       The General gave the command and the men and machines entered the city and slowly started regaining territory street by street, the native forces there where initially taken off guard and forced to retreat further into the city to regroup. The fighting started on our nations independence day and lasted till the tenth day of August, during this bloody battle many good men where lost. General Archers men fought hard and held a vast majority of the city of Butte, even armed civilians where joining the battle and helping the US military force that had come to reclaim the city. This urban battle turned Butte inside out, as civilians and soldiers alike were dying in the streets, artillery and rockets from both sides destroyed buildings and took lives indiscriminately. Many innocent lives where lost during the thirty-eight day battle, thousands laid dead or wounded but as hard as the resistance force fought they just couldn’t fully repeal the native forces as more and more reinforcements seemed to keep marching in, as well the forces from the newly formed UCAS were joining the battle on the side of the natives. This almost broke the resolve of Archers men as they were now fighting there own countryman as well, Bingo kept pushing forward with the platoon of men he was deployed with for Bingo this battle was the hardest of all. Butte was his home always has, he was born and raised within the boarders; he went to school here, meet his wife and married her here, raised there son here and worked within the boarders of Butte. For him this was more than just a home, it was his life and now he was here frisking his life to reclaim it from a enemy that was once a neighbour, customer and friend. These thoughts flooded Bingo’s mind as he dug in deep and gave it everything he had, even after a bullet tore it’s way through his shoulder and another buried itself deep into his side. He was focused and as his blood rolled down his side and began to fill in his boot, he was beyond focused and didn’t know that he was going to die from the blood loss. He couldn’t even feel the pain from the wounds. His mind raced with memories of his childhood, his courtship and wedding and the birth of his son, as he was blindly pulling the trigger screaming like a man possessed and charging the enemy. His blind rage charge, was enough to shake the will of the native soldiers, and they began to break position. He didn’t even feel the bullets ripping into his flesh, till he started to feel cold and week, he says the last thing he remembers before he fell to his knees and he collapsed into the cracked black top breathing in the dust was “April, my love I am home.” as Bingo fell face down in the rubble and dirt of the Butte streets, his blood pooling underneath him.

       All looked bleak for this brave civilian, he fought hard against all odds and he was going to die where he was born and be reunited with his wife and child once again. Though for Bingo the war wasn’t through with him, his weekend and dying body was dragged off out of the battle, he was taken to the burned out wreckage of the Blackwood Motel and one of the units hermetic magi began wielding the arcane arts there hands glowing with blue energy as he placed his hands on Bingos broken and bloodied body. His wounds slowly closing, the bullets erupting from his body as the wounds sealed behind them, Bingo was given a new lease on life by a fellow brother in arms Lieutenant Gavin McConnell. Bingos eyes opened as he gasped and took a deep breath of air, he looked around and saw he was still alive and for a moment a solitary tear rolled down his check as he knew the pain and suffering would continue and he would have to wait again to be reunited with his beloved.

      He thanked Lt. McConnell and was helped to his feet, he might have been healed but magical healing doesn’t remove the pain just the damage, he was still week and his body ravaged by pain. the two men made there way back towards on of the camps they set up within Butte. Only to receive the orders to retreat from General Archer, Bingo told McConnell that you should have just let me die out there, you shouldn’t have risked your life like that. Gavin just said”We have lost to many good men during this fight brother, and I wasn’t going to allow another to fall needlessly if I could help it. Your one of us now brother, bonded in blood and forever a Devil Dog.” Those words hit Bingo hard, and he was rendered silent as he just looked at Gavin and nodded his head. Gavin knew that Bingo understood and was at a lose for words, they two men dodged enemy fire and made it safely to the Mobile Battle Fortress. As they boarded the Fortress, Bingo took one last look around at his broken and battered home, he watched as the natives torn down Old Glory and as the hatch doors closed he knew he would never again be welcome in the city of his birth.

       Bingo at this point had closed another chapter of his life and he was now and forever going to be known as a butcher of Butte, he would forever be forsaken by the city he loved and his name and family would be tarnished. He knew that unless he wanted everything to be in vain and for all the innocent lives to be forgotten he had to keep going, he knew he had to keep fighting alongside of his brothers in arms for he was now and forever one of them he was a Devil Dog and Bingo wasn’t going to let these brave men down. Bingo served alongside his brothers in arms for many decades and saw the worst of the worst, his mind and souls nearly shattered do to all the fighting and death this man witnessed through the ages. The Desert wars alongside DAOD fighting against other corporations for there place on the stock market and to test knew products, he watched as his country was ripped in two by the second Civil War and he was forced to take up arms against his countrymen once again as the Dogs branded fugitives in the UCAS fought along side the Confederates who took them in as kindred spirits as they shared the hatred for the Native American Nations and the Treaty of Denver as well as the many continued conflicts.

      Bingo not being a trained combat soldier, just a civilian and retired quartermaster that was doing his duty to God and Country was having a hard time dealing with all the fighting and killing. He could also see the units Chaplin was as well suffering in his own personal code and faith, but keeping a façade up for the men. Though as more and more boys where being buried and older men walking away for a simpler life, Bingo’s own confidence was fading. He knew leaving was not an option, since many of the older soldiers that retired were captured not long after and were publicly hanged for treason by the UCAS forces or beheaded by the Native American Nations. Bingo spent a good deal of time speaking with the groups Chaplin Captain Lester Greenfield, it was the words of this man that kept Bingo focused and kept his soul in check.

      Eventually the Devil Dogs crossed paths with the Sons of Liberty (Freedom Patriots) and they where welcomed within there ranks after a secret meeting between General Archer and Colonel. This is when Bingo felt that this was the time to go his separate way and split from the Devil Dogs, he explained to General Archer that it was a honour to serve under him and his men, it was an honour to fight alongside some of the bravest men he had ever seen. But he was getting on in years and he wasn’t sure how much more he could give, he was getting weary of all the killing and felt his skills as a dealer would serve the cause better then his ageing broken body could give him in battle. General Archer told Bingo that it was an honour and he will be missed but if he felt it was time, then he would respect the decision as the Devil Dogs was a completely volunteer unit and he was free to go. General Archer also explained that he was a Devil Dog for life and if he ever wanted to return to the pack he was more then welcome, General Archer than gave Bingo a promotion to Captain telling him it was long over do my good man, they saluted each other and then Bingo and General Archer went there separate ways.

      That evening the Devil Dogs and the Patriots gathered around a fire burning and began to regale, Bingo just stood in the back with his hands to his side and watched as his former brothers drank, sang and had a told tales without a care in the world but Bingo knew better he could see the trauma in their eyes, he could see the scars of war upon their souls and he could feel cold shadow that loomed overhead. He just stood there lost in his thoughts when he was approached by Colonial on his right side from behind, Colonial spoke first “Well Captain, I hear you just retired from the Devil Dogs, and before you say anything let me finish.” Bingo stood silent “I know you are done with all the killing and all the fighting, but sadly my good man the war will never leave you.It’s forever inside you. I can use a good man like you to run my supply network, I need a dealer who is capable of defending himself and I believe my good man, you more then fit the bill. ” Bingo turned to Colonial; Sir, I mean you no disrespect but I am an old man, I have given everything I have to the Devils Dogs, I have nothing left to give. I am tired, and just want to retire and rest my final days like a good veteran. Colonel just looked at Bingo then began to speak ” I understand Captain, I will make you a deal take this and see me in twenty-four hours. If you still feel like you want to retire I will respect and honour your choose.” Colonial that took Bingos hand and placed a odd looking pill into it and opened the tent flap and walked back inside the flap closing behind him.

     Bingo stood there staring at the odd shaped speckled pill, the sounds of the fire crackling and embers rising to the heavens before burning out. He was about to walk down a whole different path and this one would leave Bingo confused. While staring at the pill he thought well if General Archer trusts this man, what’s the worse that can happen. He popped open the lid to his canteen tossed the pill into his mouth and took a swig of water from the canteen, Bingo then decided it was time to bunk down for the night for this was the first time in many months he could sleep in a rack and not in a sack on the ground. He bunked down laying his head down on the pillow and pulling the course blanket up to his chest he drifted off to sleep being serenaded by the songs of the men outside. That night his mind raced with memories, he was tormented by all the horror and all the blood he spilled. He was reliving everything he had been through in mere moments. His whole life flashed before him, and he tossed and turned all night. When Bingo awoke in the morning the Devil Dogs where long gone, and he felt refreshed, rejuvenated and energized. Bingo felt like he was a young man again and all the aches and pains of his age gone, he immediately went to find Colonial.

       He found him sitting in the mess hall eating breakfast, Colonial looked up from his meal and signalled for Bingo to join him. As Bingo took a seat on the bench across from Colonial, for the first time he was able to see the man he spoke with the night before fully. Colonial an older gentlemen with a full head of grey hair, very regal features and silver framed glasses adorn his face. He was wearing an old United States Army dress uniform from the second world war. His medals rose high on both sides and the collar and shoulder was adorned with four silver stars and his tie perfectly tied and his name plate reading Kingsbury and his officer cover sat beside him on the bench. A young mess officer brought over the breakfast tray for Bingo and Colonial spoke once again “I do trust you had a restful nights sleep besides the troubling dreams Captain.” Bingo just looked at him puzzled, “Well I will take that as a yes, my good man. Many who have taken that specific pill have reported the same things but say they awoke felling rejuvenated and refreshed is that the case Captain.” Bingo just nodded and said Yes Sir. “Well my good man, even I have taken that pill and I can tell you, from now on you life will be forever changed, and I do hope you will now accept my offer to join the Sons of Liberty.” He then picked up his cover, this my answer some more questions for before you ask them. Colonial just flipped his cover over and showed the underneath to Bingo and said two words “Enough Said.” after Bingo gazed into to cover with a look of shock and amazement he extended his hand to Colonial and cemented his place within the Sons of Liberty (Freedom Patriots), to this day no one but Bingo and Colonial know what was within his cover and why it was enough to get Bingo to join the Sons of Liberty but whatever the reason we are grateful to have him within our ranks.

      Bingo went straight to work as the supply commander and dealer for the Patriots, and his skills on the battlefield came in handy many times as both client and enemy tried to work Bingo over many times. He has kept his skills sharp and has never once missed a chance to stand and fight besides his fellow Patriots. Bingo might have hung up the military uniform for the suit and tie, but that doesn’t mean he is not a combat hardened veteran and more than capable of defending himself with the bet of them. He might not be a founding father, but this old dealer is from those days and more then capable of being a serious threat to anyone who dares to threaten him. He is haunted by the days of old and the choices he was forced to make, Bingo still doesn’t like to take a life, but he fully understands that in war the first casualty is innocence and his was lost during the Battle for Montana.

       Bingo today still serves as an Arms Dealer for the Sons of Liberty (Freedom Patriots) and is still fighting the good fight, he has taken up residency somewhere inside Seattle and if your lucky enough to find your way on to Bingo’s client list consider it to be an honour. This man is the best of the best and has sacrificed everything to defend the citizens of this great nation. If your working with Bingo that means you passed the Patriots background and reference check as he does not work with non freedom fighters. Though with the war in Seattle his skills will be greatly needed to keep the forces equipped and bring an end to this battle. Though with the death of Lieutenant Walter Washington (Abyss) of the Devil Dogs, Colonial has reported that Bingo has taken General Archer up on his offer of once a Devil Dog always a Devil Dog and rejoined his pack. If thats the case, and I really believe it to be the truth, the lost dog has finally returned home to fight along side his brothers.

       Bingo returning to the Devil Dogs was something that was bound to happen, he was always unhappy to be away from his brothers and regretted his decision to retire. Though he served the Patriots honourably, we know this man will pull double duty and still act as our dealer while fighting alongside his blood brothers. If Bingo is going to fall in battle let it be with his true family, and they need him now more then ever. The Patriots will always be there to support him and the rest of the Devil Dogs, but for Bingo he belongs in the Dog Pound and with Abyss gone they are going to need a man like Bingo to fill his shoes as Bingo being a dealer is trained in many skills and also served as an interrogator for the Sons of Liberty (Freedom Patriots).

       I started this off by saying Bingo is a man of honour and a good man, a man that has a kind heart and will always look out for the common man and I am sticking to my original statement about him, he has a good but strange sense of humour, but whatever you do for the love of God never sing the damn song around him or compare him to that damned game. I have personally seen him break more then a few noses and jaws of the people who have tried that. But anyway Bingo has joined the fight for Seattle along with his brothers in the Devil Dogs and Uncle Ed has come home once again, maybe if your lucky you can sit down with him over a cold beer and he can talk your ear off about all that he has seen and tell you the truth about the Battle for Montana and the Battle of Butte.                                                                                                                                                                                                           This man has given his all and he has much more to give to the cause, he is willing to sit down with anyone willing to listen and explain his story, his name and reputation have been tarnished throughout Montana he has been pegged a villain and that couldn’t be further from the truth. Bingo is a man of circumstance and wishes to clear his good name and pay his proper respects to his fallen family. Uncle Ed we in the Sons of Liberty (Freedom Patriots) thank you for everything you have done for the American people, the people of Montana, for the Cause and for all of us fighting alongside you and the Devil Dogs we salute you Uncle Ed!

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