Post by Medic on Jun 12, 2017 14:56:20 GMT -5
Name: Dean Baptiste
Sex: Male
Age: 37
Height: 5 ft 11 in tall
Weight: 197 lbs
Hair: Brown, short
Eyes: Blue
Nationality: French
Appearance: Dean is strong and lean from years of military training. He has brownish hair that is kept short and sports a three day stubble of a beard, though it can get longer if he is out in the field. Typical dress is dark colors with a hoodie, except when he is on the job, then it is full loadout in camo. He has a scar in the top right shoulder blade where a 45 round skipped off his Kevlar vest and grazed his shoulder.
Personality: Dean is a pensive (go look it up) person who is quiet. He doesn’t say much, and maintains a wall to keep most people away. The job is the job and his life is his life, and he doesn’t mix them together at all. Like all humans during the apocalypse, he can be warm, generous and compassionate, but he can also be a cruel heartless killer. He has done things to survive that he didn’t care to do, but sometimes there were no options, but he tries to draw the line at useless killings.
Occupation: Soldier of fortune; Mercenary;
Weapons: M-4 with M203 grenade launcher and optics; K-Bar, M1911A1
Equipment: ACU’s, Advanced Combat Helmet; Outer tactical vest, med kit, trenching tool (can act like a weapon), water supply and MREs, satellite phone.
Vehicle:
Abilities: trained by the Marines in hand to hand combat; military trained on small arms and larger weaponry.
History: Dean was born in Paris, France, but moved to the United States when he was 5. He had an older sister, Aimee, and a younger brother, Bryson. At a young age, Dean was interested in all things military and would accompany his dad to gun ranges, gun shows and the like. When he graduated high school, instead of going straight into college, Dean joined the military, choosing the Marines. Training was rough, but rewarding and Dean enjoyed the physically demanding aspects of being a marine. Most nights his muscles were sore, but it reminding him that he was alive. He did two tours in Iraq with Desert Storm and Desert Freedom. Being overseas and busy, he totally missed the outbreak in Raccoon City in 1998.
In 2001, he retired from the military to become an advisor at a high end security company that ran security for high end clients like sports figures, political personalities and celebrities. He also got married on a whim in 2005 to his wife, Elizabeth and shortly they were expecting a baby boy.
That never happened as the 2006 outbreak destroyed his life and took his wife and child from him. From there, he had a personal vendetta against the undead and has fought against them since. He carries around a picture of his wife and an ultrasound of Dean Jr to remind him that people need to pay for their crimes.
Introduction: As the horde drew closer, Dean adjusted his shoulder strap and began the pick off the zombie in the front and to the sides of the group. As he emptied one magazine, he released it and let it hit the bed of the truck, replacing it with a fresh mag. He charged the gun, and took aim again. By now, the horde was slowing down, tripping over the bodies in from of them. The ones on the sides fell over those bodies, effectively slowing the group.
“Fire in the hole”, he yelled and launched a grenade into the group. He ducked down behind the hood of the truck and felt the explosion. Shrapnel and bodies parts went everywhere, but the horde had now been reduced. Dean slapped the hood.
“Go go go!” he yelled.
The truck took off, now running over bits of the zombies, instead of slamming into a wall.