@MissCapnCrunch@HaleyTheRandom Do either of you have any input on the house they lived in? It seems to be on the grounds of the hospital and graveyard, even though the church is down the hill. I think the hospital should me in the middle of town and the church closer to the graveyard.
Lets see if we can all agree on a bit of a timeline, If we establish a zero point of the wife/mom dying 15 years ago, we put cameron as 1 year or less at time of loss. IF Charles is 62 now, that would have made him 47 when she was born and Montna would have been 23. A bit old I think for the story and the backgrounds, lets turn back his clock some. If Mo was 18 after Cam was born she would be 33 at widest margin. If we make Sam 15 and Mo 33, lets make Chuck 15/16 when dad died so the responsibility fell on his shoulders and he was able to handle it make him 18 when mom left so lets make him in the ballpark of 43 for a 10 year age gap between an 18 year old brother and an 8 year old sister when mom left.
I'm back! It was quite a trip. I rode with 3 other guys to Boise, where we stayed the night in a swanky hotel. Then we got up at 0500 and sat in a government building for 7 hours doing all sorts of stuff then we rode 3 hours back home.
But it was worth it, I'm a Marine Corps Poolee (Trainee) now, I ship out August of next year.
First and foremost, I salute our willingness to enter a job with so much tension and strife at the moment.
Second, My dad worked for the VA for over ten years and the first piece of advice I can give you is this: Get a full physical, hearing, vision, psych evaluation, MRI's, EVERYTHING! Put that in a safe deposit box or with a family member for safe keeping. When you get done with boot camp, get a second full evaluation, save that one too. Every time you get a chance, say every six months, get another evaluation done OUTSIDE of the military and send it to your safe place. They will alter files and films to avoid any evidence for disability ratings.
Third, Take the worst places on their list first: 3 mile island, antarctica, things like that. You wan to take the bad places now as a newbie so that your rotations will put you in better places instead of getting good places to start and ending your tour in the horrible places. If you want to go to europe (not reccomended with the international tensions) then you want to be stationed on the east coast for training. If you want to see the pacific and asia then you need to train in california and washington.
@knighthawk Crap. Just realized you had a WIP for the Caretaker and noticed that you wanted the daughter to be named Clementine. I can change this if you like?
Your pick, I only chose clementine as a place holder because of the song and I've been playing 'the walking dead' telltale game. If you want to keep her name, i'll go back and fix it. OR We could make clementine the name of the lost mother, adding another level of creepy.
Name: Greg Sanders Alias: Vigilante Age: 35 Skills and Equiment: Firearms (proficient and capable of trick-shots with all standard firearms but refers handguns) Riding (skilled in riding horses and motorcycles, capable of standard stunts and tricks) Tracking (both wilderness and urban trailing animals or targets) Rope use (Lariats, snare traps, skilled restraint)
Guns (His standard weapon is a pair of heavily modified revolvers, similar to the Medusa Model 47, capable of loading any bullet from .22 to .50 in the chamber with a .44 grenade launcher attachment capable of fitting .37mm and smaller shotgun rounds into the adjustable sleeve as well. He hasn't gotten into specialty 'trick' ammunition or the like beyond what is already commercially available to the public.
His uniform is made of ballistic mesh capable of taking all manner of small arms fire and converting it to blunt trauma. Breaking bones rather than puncturing his skin and organs. His 'bandanna' has a microbial filter to act as a gas mask when needed. The lasso he uses is a combination of kevlar sheathing bungee chord to keep tight even against contortionists and hard to cut through. Weaknesses: Beyond his body armor, he is still a normal human. Personality:
Appearance:
Biggest Claims to Fame: Traveling back to the old west, Being a powerless member on the justice league (without billions for boxing arrows and batarangs) How Long Have You Been Employed: 5 years Brief History: Greg Sanders was born in Wyoming, the son of a noted lawman. Choosing to become a Rodeo rider rather than follow in his father's footsteps, Greg nevertheless learned to handle a gun and a lasso as well as Sheriff Sanders ever had, and when his father was killed by some bandits that he'd been trying to apprehend, Greg took up his guns and avenged him. He swore a vow on his father's grave to dedicate himself to the path of justice, and donned a mask, and put his skills to active use battling other criminals in a similar manner, adopting the Western-themed identity of "the Vigilante." He battled such criminals as Killer Kelly, the Rainbow Man, the Rattler, and the Dummy. When waller found him, she offered him a job in her 'Agency' to steer the same criminals he had been arresting into a useful purpose. Notes:
Straight, well there was that one time in Tijuana...
|| RELATIONSHIP STATUS ||
Still wears his wedding ring.
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|| POSITIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS ||
Hard working, generous, Firm handed/even tempered.
|| NEGATIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS ||
Gallows humor, works and smokes away his pain to avoid drinking.
|| QUIRKS ||
He HATES alcohol! If he has to step into a bar, someone is coming out bloody.
He loves his daughter, she looks just like her mom. But how do you tell your little girl you stay out late to not have to see her moms face every time she smiles?
|| HOBBIES ||
Touring the town for odd jobs to keep himself busy, gloving up to hit the punching bag when there is no work to be done. Anything to keep himself out of his head.
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|| FAMILY MEMBERS ||
Wife - Victoria "Clementine" Clayton (Victoria is her legal first name, but always went by her middle name socially)- Deceased
Daughter - Cameron Victoria Clayton - Student/babysitter
Brother - Montana "Mo" Clayton - Town drunk
|| HOUSE DESCRIPTION ||
Simple sturdy two bedroom 'log cabin' for him and his little girl. He only uses his bedroom to change and the master bathroom, otherwise he sleeps on the couch. He doesn't allow any alcohol on his property and he keeps his 'smoke' in the shed outside. He is usually gone for most of the day, out the door at 6 after getting Clementine up for school and home at or after 6 with diner. If its bad outside, then he waits to take her and pick her up from school. Something about not trusting anyone on the road in bad weather.
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|| BIOGRAPHY || - When his first wife was pregnant, starts digging graves looking for money
A farmers son, through and through. from six to sixteen he was in the barn tending to the cows while dad handled the greenhouse where they grew their hemp (happy cows make good milk, stoned cows make great milk). For the first ten years he was the only son, then Montana came along and life changed a little. When dad died on Charels sixteenth birthday, life changed a lot. When mom left two years later, his life ended. He had to be the dad for an eight year old sister, the next ten years were hell on that farm. He couldn't hire hands without risk someone would spill or steal the family secret of potfarming cowpies. The only others who knew was the dairy 'next door' a mile down the road, who processed the milk for him since he couldn't make the cheese as well as run the farm all by himself. What help he got from mo, little as it was, was harder than pulling teeth from a rattlesnake and took ten times as long. "You're not Dad, Charles! You can't tell me what to do all the damn time!" Was a weekly mantra that usually ended with someone out the front door.
Just when it all seemed lost, came Clementine.
She came to the dairy down the road trying to get away from some 'city trouble' and they asked Chuck if he needed a farm hand he could trust. Lust became like and like became love. It took a couple years of trying with the farm springing back to life before life sprang up in Clementine. Against his better wishes, Clementine insisted that they keep their door open to Montana.
"She needs to know she has a safe harbor, no matter how bad the storm is outside or the storm brewing in your heart."
When the child was born, they agreed that each one got to pick part of the name, Clementine could pick any first name, he got to pick the middle name. She chose Cameron for the scottish name for a crooked river, for it was at the river she was concived. He picked Victoria for Clementines first name.
The first year was heaven, then it all went to hell. She went for a drive in the truck to celebrate their anniversary and grab something from the diner for dinner. Coming up the other side of the road was old man parkers 67 camero but he was driving a bit off. Normally what happened next would have just been a fender bender, but the collision happened on the wet bridge. The truck made a quarter turn, the back tires slid off and flipped it into the mostly mud river. If she hadn't been flattened, she would have drowned.
|| THEME SONG ||
Oh death - Amy Van Roekel Whoa, death someone would pray, could you wait to call me another day... The children prayed, the preacher preached, time and mercy is out of your reach...
|| NIGHTMARE ||
His dead wife, Sometimes completely hale and healthy in that summer dress he loved... other times she is the twist of skin and steel crawling towards him as nothing more than a severed torso with her entrails dragging behind her. Honestly, seeing her unharmed hurts him more. He knows what he had and lost.