Apparent Age: 70+
Archetype: Cybered Social Adept: Circle: Unknown
Preferred Weapon: ???
Bio: Well this is a breath of fresh air……the good Reverend Georgetown has emerged onto the scene, maybe he can talk some sense into the warring nations and bring peace to the good old United Canadian American States. This man has spent a vast majority of his lifetime preaching peace and bringing an end to the countless and endless wars. His story is simple and he is a man that turned an ugly beginning into one of a positive nature. This man of the cloth was once a solider for the United States Army and was subjugated into the Federal Immortality Project of 1850 when he heard the call of duty and felt a sense of patriotism just after the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbour at the start of the second world war.
Bernard Georgetown would volunteer for the front lines like many of America’s youth during those days and he would be rewarded with trauma, shell shock (PTSD) and a forced enrolment into the FIP program after he was gravely injured during the D-Day Invasion……though for Bernard or as they called him Daffy for the tattoo he had on his forearm, his injury during the Invasion of Normandy was not the only time he would seek medical attention during the war, though it would be the one injury that would grant him a one way trip into the FIP and barbaric surgery that would leave him forever in torment and extreme pain.
For most people the injuries Bernard would suffer would be his ticket home, but for Bernard it would turn into a nightmare as he would be injected, patched up with screws, bolts, and metal plates and shipped back out to the front to repeat his call to service. This poor soul wold be subjected to further injuries, meatball surgeries and endless fighting through countless engagements during his tenure within the US Army as a grunt. He would serve his country loyally from 1941 till 1973 when he would be nearly killed within the jungles of Vietnam. This veteran would suffer greatly through both Korea and Vietnam till his body would nearly give up and he would nearly perish on the table within a Army medical camp.
According to his records the doctors would inject him numerous time with the serum and even directly inject his wounded heart that was failing and sending him into cardiac failure. Even being touch and go for many days Bernard would survive but emerge a changed man, he would find himself ousted from the Army as he was to injured for active duty and as many FIP would consider this a death sentence and freak out, Bernard was happy to be free of the fighting and free of the Army.
He would end up dumped within the small town of Hazard Missouri, without a dime to his name and only his duffel and the uniform on his back he would pick himself up by his bootstraps and find a way to survive, first doing odd jobs for the locals and sleeping within the local church in the evenings. Though come Christmas 1975 Bernard would be offered a job within the church as a handyman and given a place to sleep officially. Bernard would gladly accept the job and the room, he stated it was a small water closet mostly but it was shelter and he wouldn’t have to worry about finding a place to lay his head at night.
1975 would see many changes for Bernard as he would find a job, and as well begin his crusade for peace and racial equality, he was originally from a small town in Vermont so small town living was not a shock to his system; though the obvious disdain for those of colour would be a shock to him and as he had many friends within the Army that were of all races he couldn’t understand the direct racism, though within Saint Marks Church he would never see it as all were welcome regardless of colour.
He would begin to pick the pieces up of his life and start to see some sort of regularity within his shattered life, Bernard would meet the women a church secretary named Mary that he would become smitten with and eventually ask her out come Valentines Day 1976 and they would end up getting married come August 14th 1976 and he would become a father come May of 1977 for the first time. Bernard unlike the other FIP would not hold resentment, anger and disparity towards the US Military for what they did to him, he would not pick up a weapon and rise against them and he would not become a rebel unlike many of the other famous FIP bastards.
No Bernard would simply go to college and then the seminary to become a Methodist Minister getting ordained on September 11th 1984 and end up replacing Reverend George Smith who served Saint Marks for nearly 40 years. Reverend Bernard Georgetown’s story is one of success and one that proves that not all the FIP are bastards and killers. he rose from the ashes to become one of Hazards most popular citizens and a beloved institution within the town. He stood for equality, and peace and would keep politics out of his sermons, in reality he staid as far away from politics as he could seeing he fully understood the power of his words and message.
This once patriotic solider and veteran of three wars would become a champion for peace and one that would use the pulpit to spread his message to anyone that would listen, he spoke of unity and the dangers of continued war, he spoke of equality between all of God’s children and simply being kind and living a Godly life. This was in stark contrast to the other FIP veterans like Wilhuff Palpatine, Dover Barton-Palpatine, Reverdy Jamestown-Palpatine, Arthur Swanson, Harvard Little and others that would rise up o power while holding resentment and anger that would boil over to violence against the very system they served.
Bernard might have kept politics out of his sermons, and his general day to day life as he was very dedicated to his church and his congregation, but that didn’t keep Bernard out of D.C leading protests against the Military Industrial Complex and the endless wars that America was engaged in both openly and secretly……he would attempt to keep the media honest and as well bring the boys home. He had a dual aspect and one that he used to his advantage, once his collar was on he would never mention politics, though once he donned his tie it was all bets off and do to his grandfatherly nature, his southern charm and his lifelong experiences he was able to bring raw emotion to his message of peace.
I know a minister is always a minster, the clothing doesn’t matter and for Bernard he fully understood that same principal, though he wanted a way to show the people that he could separate Reverend Bernard Georgetown from Daffy. He would become very successful at keeping the American people informed and maintaining a divide between his work and his passion for peace…….fully understanding that politics would eventually have to merge or his message would fall on deaf ears.
Come 2000 Bernard would loose his beloved Mary as she lost her fight against cancer, Bernard would be crushed with only his faith, and family to help this once Polio survivor to keep forging ahead. As the world welcomed in the new millennia Bernard would be forced once again to take a step back as he would become the sole guardian of his grand children when his son Alfred and his daughter-in-law would be killed in a freak motor vehicle accident. Even his prayers couldn’t answer the question of why he was still alive and yet his only son had been killed……no father should ever have to bury his own child. Bernard did his best while leading the funeral service but is was clear that this event only a few months after he buried his beloved Mary had taken it’s toll on the good pastor.
Though for Bernard his life was again going to be thrust upside down when during an Easter service in 2002 he would be shot in the chest by an angry citizen that felt he was un-american in his disdain towards the fight against terrorism in Afghanistan. Pastor Georgetown was at the pulpit leading Easter Sunday service when the shot rang out through the church, his robes became soiled with his blood as he collapsed from the invading bullet……..Bernard felt this was it and he was going to finally pass away, as he grew colder from the blood loss the shooter escaped out of the church as congregation panicked and looked on in horror as their beloved pastor lay on the floor dying. A few locals jumped into action to get Bernard the medical attention he needed and rushed him off to the local clinic for emergency surgery. This is where Bernard would meet Dorothy Jamestown, she was his nurse during his surgery and recovery.
Bernard and Dorothy would end up becoming very close during his stay in the hospital and after he was discharged she would come by his home to make sure he was doing okay and his grandchildren where behaving and not causing grandpa undo stress as the assassins bullet nicked his heart and nearly took his life. Even during his recovery Bernard would not stay silent and only hours out of the hospital he was back at the pulpit preaching for his flock, now that shows dedication. When the local police would eventually arrest the man who tried to murder Bernard…..all the good pastor said was “I forgive you my son, go with God in peace.” if that was any other FIP Legend they would have but a bullet in there attempted assassin…….nope not Bernard he is a true Christian and he simply turned the other cheek and forgave the man who tried to kill him.
Bernard even testified at Ronald Browns sentencing in a vain attempt to spare him from the gallows for his attempted murder conviction with special circumstances attached; stating that judicial murder was unjust and unfair, he stated that he hadn’t been killed and it wasn’t a hate crime….and even if he had been murdered he would hope that the justice system would honour his life’s work of peace and forgiveness Well long story short the judge ignored the words of Bernard and with the juries recommendation in hand he sentenced Ronald Brown only 21 to death by hanging within the public square.
This would be Hazards first public execution in nearly a century and one that deeply disturbed Bernard seeing he felt the execution was unwarranted and as well a waste of a young man’s life. Though for the citizens of Hazard this was more than justified and come Friday, March 25, 2005 at 1200 hours Ronald Brown would by marched out to the town square, climb the 13 steps to the gallows where Reverend Bernard Georgetown would be standing to give last rites against every bone in his body, he felt the pressure of his flock and felt that if he gave last rites and absolution he could attempt to save the young man’s soul.
The square was filled with every citizen of Hazard and many locals from other towns and cities, as this had become big news and was to become a spectacle that many of the local papers would fail to report on. Ronald would be placed on the trap door, his neck secured in the noose and hood placed over and pulled secure as he would hear his sentence being read by the local sheriff. taunts from the crowd could be heard as they screamed derogatory remarks towards the condemned, Ronald’s own parents would be front row for the execution of their eldest son and share a look of disgust and disappointment towards their own child as the rope would be pulled tight against his skin. The young man when asked for any last words simply said tearfully “I’m Sorry Reverend, I’m Sorry Mom and Dad” than the lever was thrown before Reverend Georgetown could utter the words again of “I forgive you” the young man fell and the rope went taught……though this is where the spectacle would begin, first off the rope slipped and his neck didn’t break and he was left suffocating and slowly dying as he did the hangman’s dance, his legs and arms bound the young man twitched and struggled against the constricting hemp neck tie.
The crowd would grow increasingly blood thirsty and rush the swinging and suffering Ronald as he died slowly, they would trample over each other and even knock the elderly doctor that was heading towards Ronald to check his vitals and kill him in the process. Reverend Georgetown grabbed the microphone and attempted to sedate the crowd and restore order but to no avail, the crowd grabbed a hold of the swinging Ronald and pulled and tore at him till his head ripped clean off and his body fell to the ground in a bloody mess. The crowd still not sedated would overtake the gallows system and decree themselves judge, jury and executioner……they would in a state of mob mentality they would want to see more people swing, the small town of Hazard was not equipped to handle the size of the crowd and with many of their locals now running for their lives, the out of town folk would decree that the Mayor, Sheriff, Warden, Reverend, and Mr. & Mrs. Brown should as well be hanged….their logic was not connected to reality and yet the mob mentality was about to become a harsh reality for all of the locals that where near the stage.
Bernard reporting a sudden feeling of dread as he was grabbed by multiple youngsters that had a look of the devil in their eyes, they swarmed the officials, the condemned’s parents, and as the local police and deputies where trying to clear the crowd and get to the gallows they were being overwhelmed by the rushing crowd and panicked citizens. Bernard stated that this was total anarchy and their was nothing that anyone could do to stave off the blood lust, those on the stage bathed in Ronald’s blood and began securing additional ropes with a slipknot to the gallows system. One by one those being held would find their necks secured in a noose and even as they struggled against the mob it would prove fruitless as there were far to many of them to shrug off.
Mayor David Holmes and Sheriff Walter Young would find a quick death together as they would be pushed to their deaths through the open trap door, according to autopsy reports David and Walter would die instantly by having their necks broken. The others though would find themselves hoisted up only a few feet to strangle and twitch as the nooses dug in and cut off air. Bernard would pass out as the knot of his tie would dig into his throat and send him into a black out quickly as the others would struggle to breath and pass away quickly……..Though as Bernard prayed a silent prayer before passing out the gallows system would show signs of distress and not long after Bernard blacked out the entire structure would come crashing down, though not soon enough to save everyone, Bernard would awake once again in the hospital under the care of nurse Dorothy Jamestown.
He would learn that the police were able to regain control and with the aid of the county sheriffs office and local deputised citizens the guilty were arrested. Bernard simply started to cry as speaking was painful, he knew that this simply meant more executions and more innocent lives to be snuffed out. Dorothy tried to explain that unlike Ronald these people where guilty and had murdered innocents and even the Bible states “An Eye for an Eye”……Bernard through the pain mustered the strength to say simply “Will make the world go blind.” After a few days in the hospital Bernard would be once again discharged and sent home to care for his family, he would stubbornly ignore the doctors orders to save his voice as he officiated the funerals for his friends that had been killed during Hazard’s greatest mistake. He would stand with his head held low as he lead funeral service after funeral service for his friends and congregation, only breaking down in grief once he returned home to find Dorothy waiting for him as she looked after his children.
Bernard would find himself lost in the grief and new that this was only the start as many more would feel the terror of the rope, while others felt the grief of burring a loved one, who might not even have been one of the rioters and just a bystander that got wrapped up in the chaos of the day and simply watched. Hazard’s justice system would not be kind to those involved in the murder of Dr. Sam Harmon, Mayor David Holmes, Sheriff Walter Young, Judge Chester Floyd, Warden Kevin Small, Mr. Frank Brown, and Mrs. Lisa Brown and not to mention the countless citizens and officers that were injured and the attempted murder of Reverend Bernard Georgetown.
Hazard a once happy little town had not come into the new age unscathed, no a new air could be felt within the once peaceful town, the citizens upset and angry over the event that lead to so many of their fellow citizens dead or injured. A sudden rise in out of town folks coming to gawk at the site of the bloody event, set up tourist traps selling merchandise to make a mockery of the situation and charge other tourists to tour the graves of the victims and even taunt Reverend Georgetown with nooses being draped from his tree outside his home. The locals would become very xenophobic of outsiders and the local police would begin to target them, the once peaceful small town of Hazard would become a scene out of many horror novels as violence would become the norm, the crime rate would explode as city folk would come to Hazard to loot and pillage.
Pastor Georgetown would become sickened by the sudden change to the town he loved and called home, he could have like many others in the FIP pick up a weapon and add to the chaos, but he did what he new best and that would be peace and a call to the locals to stand down and simply ignore the outsiders…….this is simply the new normal he stated, and we can either evolve or die, this is Hazard and we are her heart and soul. These outsiders will simply move on once something new comes along and we simply need to accept that we are now part of history, he would also state a simply truth that would end up getting him elected as Mayor a job he never asked for nor wanted……he simply stated that these outsiders are good for our economy, they are buying our merchandise, staying in our hotels and campgrounds, eating at our restaurants and some are attending our houses of worship. Lets not treat them like a plague and simply embrace them with our small town charm and lets beat them with kindness; they see us as rednecks and uncivilised folks, lets show them that we are a town of forgiveness, of peace and traditions that have been lost to the big city folks.
It would take some time but the locals would come around to the words of their beloved pastor and for Bernard he would find himself elected in a landslide by write in votes to replace the slain Mayor David Holmes. His message of peace would not fall on deaf ears and just before he would take office, he would do something he should have done sooner and that would ask Dorothy Jamestown to take his hand in marriage, she loved his grandchildren and they both had fallen madly in love through the turmoil and in storybook fashion the two would be wed on June 21st, 2006 with their wedding finally bringing the town together and bringing an end to the nightmare that would plague their town.
Bernard would learn that Dorothy was as well part of the Federal Immorality Project having been injected when she was injured in Korea when the MASH unit she was stationed at was bombed and her injection was the only thing that saved her life, this brought a smile to Bernards face as he knew that his wife would be with him till death truly do them part. They would sire further children as the FIP serum kept Dorothy out of menopause and the two would go on to live happily ever after within Hazard Missouri…….
Bernard is still the towns mayor and still preaches as the senior pastor from Saint Marks Methodist Church, he has seen many folks come and go through the years. He still preaches peace and is a staunch supporter of the Right to Life (Anti-Death Penalty) and as Mayor it took him a few years but he was able to get the death penalty abolished from Hazard, though he has been unlucky in his efforts to remove it from the county, state and federal system….though in Hazard you will be sparred the rope. He still fights for an end to the endless wars and to restore peace to America and he lives a truly pacifist life, yes he knows how to use a gun but he won’t for any other reason than hunting for the nights dinner, he has cyber and bio implants but thats mostly do to his old wartime injuries slowing him down and this man is truly a Christian living a Godly life.
I know others claim to be living a Christian life but than take up arms in a blink when things go south, Bernard is different in that he doesn’t see the need to fight when diplomacy is always an option and how can the children of God be willing to breach the commandment of “Though Shall Not Kill” so easily and then attend service the following Sunday. He teaches his children, grandchildren and great grandchildren the message of peace and how to live a dutiful life in service to Jesus Christ, he heads the Sunday School Program for the children of Hazard, charters and serves as the Scoutmaster for the local Boy Scout Troop. He preaches equality between races, creeds, religions and sexual orientations and that all deserve to understand God’s love, He serves politically as a Progressive Independent and won’t align with either Freedom or Loyalist Party saying that they are just as bad as the Republican and Democrat parties from the olden days and good riddance they are gone.
For a man that tried his damnedest to stay clear of politics and keep himself divided between Reverend Georgetown and Mr. Georgetown now he is simply His Honour Georgetown and had a political life thrust onto him out of dire circumstances, he figured this was just part of Gods plan for him and he accepted the challenge and we thank him for that. They call him the Peacekeeper simply because his words ring true and people tend to listen to Reverend Bernard Georgetown when he speaks, he stands for peace and believes that if we all tried a little harder we could give peace a chance, he broadcasts his fireside chats throughout Missouri every Friday night accept for Good Friday when he is at the pulpit preaching the sacrifices of Christ. He holds an annual memorial on March 25th in memory of all those that perished during the darkest day in Hazards history, it’s a time of reflection, remembrance and prayer lead by a reading of the names of the fallen; he does this to make sure Hazard never forgets what can happen when evil is allowed to ferment within ones heart and show the power of forgives.
I must say that Daffy might not be a runner, but we need more people like him out there; we need more people that preach peace, unity and equality over rebellion and war, if we had more people like Daffy the Peacekeeper than maybe the UCAS would once again rise as the greatest country in the world. More people need to listen to the words of Daffy and understand that small town folks have proven time and time again that their way of thinking is not alien and they are the true heart and soul of this great nation.