Ezekial "Zeke" Hammond

Basic Info:

Player: MereObserver

Position: Rapid Armed Deployement

Demeanor: Friendly, Approachable, Gung-Ho

Nature: Zeke would probably appear very kindhearted, friendly and open with anyone who see's him. He does love talking and interacting with people, getting to know them and what they're all about, finding out who they are as people. Most social decisions he makes outside of combat are for the combat he knows he'll see later on. He tries making bonds, friendships and alliances with others for tactical reasons, racking up people he can rely on during a fight. Although he prefers moral and just decisions to be made on missions, he will always side with pragmatism over idealism. While in combat, he is brutal to a fault, willing to tear his enemies apart with his bare hands if it means victory.

Description: Zeke is a tall, blonde, caucasian man in his mid thirties with broad shoulders and a barrel chest. He keeps his hair combed back, his teeth brushed and he always smells faintly of cologne. Even in the heat of battle he likes to look nice, so covered in blood, dirt of otherwise, the only generally unkempt thing about him is his almost ever present stubble on his face.

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Staff Sergeant Ezekial A. Hammond

Stats:

Health
  • Physical Health: 7
  • Mental Health: 7
Attributes
  • Physical Defense: 5
  • Mental Defense: 4
  • Perception: 3
  • Agility: 4
  • Strength: 4
Skills
  • Bluff: 2
  • Persuasion: 2
  • Melee: 5 (3 Base + 2 Strength)
  • Ranged:5
  • Sneak: 3
  • Medical: 1
Specialties:
  • Shock and Awe: 3. Overwhelming force surgically placed upon a target in a short time frame. That's how Sun Tzu won fights, that how the Roman Legions won fights and that is how Ezekial Hammond wins fights when given the chance. For 16 years now, either for the US Army or the Foundation, Zeke has used this method to precisely and efficiently take down opponents with a 100% success rate. That being based on the fact he hasn't died yet of course. Zeke adds +3 to Ranged during the first 2 turns of a combat phase if he is within 10 meters of his target. This does not apply if using silenced weapons, melee weapons, or if the enemy can not detect Zeke.
  • Hit the Dirt: 3. War is a hell of a thing. It puts a boy fresh out of school in a foreign country with a gun in his hand and the order to shoot. That's all fine and dandy when you're buds are with you, killing and capturing whatever gets in your way, but when you're the last one alive in a forest you've never seen before and you have to be so still even the sweat on brow can get you killed, you learn a thing or two about being fucking quiet. +3 added to Stealth when hiding while outnumbered or outgunned in an rural outdoor area.
  • Twig Snapper: 3. Zeke has always been a good listener, in all forms of the term. It just comes natural to him, using his ears like a second set of eyes. He started practicing when he was a boy, hunting with is grandfather in the woods. They'd leave real early in the morning before the sun even considered coming up, go out and sit in whatever tree they'd determined fit that morning. It was blatantly obvious that you wouldn't be able to see anything that early, so you'd have to just be quiet, and listen. He would sit there, not a sound in the entire forest with all the birds and whatnot still asleep, and wait for something to disturb the serenity. Then he'd shoot. It's really the same concept when it comes to war. You and your buddies all camping in foreign woods you don't rightly belong in, everyone asleep and you're on watch duty. They say you're the only thing between them and a kraut's bayonet, but you laugh it off and everyone goes to bed. You climb up in a tree and just wait it out for hours, begging for your shift to be over. Then you hear a twig snap. Zeke get's a +3 to Perception rolls in silent wooded areas when listening. If he's rolling against a sneak or sneak equivalent roll and he wins, he knows the exact location of his opponent for 2 turns.
  • What Doesn't Kill You: 3. Soldiers die, friends die, family dies, children die, everyone just dies eventually. Zeke has come to terms with this and, while he has no desire to die, he's accepted his end probably won't be from old age. He's seen tortured prisoners of war beg for death while they're kept alive through machines and medicine, just to be tortured more later. He's seen monstrosities and abominations tear men limb from limb and eat them whole on more than one occasion. Zeke's accepted this is his life, and he's seen enough to last every lifetime he could've possibly had. Zeke get's +3 to MDEF when faced with rolls against horror, terror or fear. Doesn't apply if the fear is psychically or medically enduced.

Gear:

  • Olive Fatigues - "Hammond" sewn onto the right front pocket
  • Tanker Jacket
  • 56 Shotgun Shell Bandolier
  • Netted M1 Helmet (Worn on Missions)
  • Remington 870 w/ Buttstock 5 Shell Holder (pic)
  • Colt M1911 (pic)
  • KaBar (pic)
  • Lighter
  • Lucky Strike Cigarettes
  • Swiss Army Knife
  • Backpack
    • Ammo
    • Cable Restraints
    • Canteen
    • First Aid Kit
    • Flashlight
    • Short Range Radio
Equipment:

Possessions:

  • Gun Maintenance Kit
  • Dog Tags (Pic)
  • Various Olive Fatigues
  • Street Clothes
  • Pin Up Posters
  • FM Table Radio
  • Analog Table Clock
  • Whetstone
  • Baseball
  • WW2 Victory Medal
  • Distinguished Service Cross
  • Matches
  • "Of Mice and Men" by John Steinbeck
  • "We" by Yevgeny Zamyatin
  • "The Trial" by Franz Kafka
  • "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu

Personal History:

Ezekial Amos Hammond was born August 8th, 1920 to Taylor and Madilyn Hammond in Asheville, NC. He spent most of his childhood in and out of different public schools, his parents moving around a lot while his father was in the military, so he always made a habit of making friends fast before he'd have to pack up and leave again. During the war, while his father was away, Zeke and his mother would talk about what they would do once his Father's tour was finally over. She had all these plans for him, like college and doctorates and all the book learning that Zeke knew, deep down, he wasn't even slightly cut out for. He was more like his father, a tough man who wanted to go out and do things with his fists, not a pen and paper, but his mother wasn't even about to let him join the military. When the draft was started back, however, he knew it was his chance to get out there and do something worthwhile. On August 3rd, 1941, started what would begin a 12 year tour in the US Army, conquering not only a full on World War, but also all the clean up afterwards. When he was finally discharged in 1953, he had earned the title of Staff Sergeant and earned many a medal and ribbon in his time there.

After the war was finally over for Zeke, he wasn't sure what to do. He was an army vet on the bus home with no real life set up for himself. He wasn't maimed or mentally scarred like most of his friends were sitting around him, he didn't want to work with the old timers at the VA like his pamphlet said, and he sure as hell had a lot of fight left in him that he wasn't going to waste sitting around a base all day like the LT suggested. He felt lost, his options pretty much either coming out to going to be a cop, go back into the military, or living with his parents til he found his real calling. These things clammered around in his head the entire bus ride home back to North Carolina, right until the bus stopped in the road, surrounded by nothing but a field. Three men stood on the edge of the road, two with long coats on, and one in the front with a suit. The suited man climbed on board the bus while the other two waited by the entrance, nodding to the bus driver before turning to the passengers on the bus. He addressed them all with a toothy smile and blank eyes.

"Gentlemen, I would like to start by thanking you for your service I'm sure it seemed very important to you and I respect that. Now, I've not come bearing an offer you won't receive again. For all extensive purpose aren't technically receiving any offer of any kind right now, and you'd be best to remember that. I'm not here to offer you a new cause to fight under. I'm definitely not here to give you one with a meaning far greater than meager "global peace time". I'm not here to offer you excitement, or freedom, or even a new life entirely if you so desire. No sir, I'm not offering that at all. I'm not even here, and you could not be here too if you are interested in what I'm not saying. Anyone interested? By a show of hands? Or stubs?"

The passengers looked at each other, confused and some even laughing for a minute, but something about the man made it seem like the most serious thing any of them had ever heard. Silence, for what seemed like years, then finally, Zeke stood up.

Languages

  • English

Opinions

Miscellaneous:

Theme Song

He uses 2 types of ammo for his shotgun, buckshot and slugs, and keeps them separated on his bandolier by color: 23 Buckshot (Red) and 23 Slugs (Green).

He likes coffee with milk and 2 tsp of sugar.

Favorite Animal: Grey Wolf

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