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 Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 9:55 pm
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DEUS EX MACHINA PERSONNEL FORM
The Hunter
Name: Theodore James Ross (Private 1st Class)
Nicknames: Tuck, Theo, TJ
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Birthday: July 28th, 1992
Hometown: Preston, ID
Education: Idaho State University, Pocatello, ID
Category: Moon.
Personality: Theodore oftentimes uses a loud exterior to hide his true feelings. He stands strong in his beliefs because they're the only thing in this world that he can really count on. He's seen a lot of ******** up s**t, and sometimes memories come rushing back to him in a flurry of harsh, abrupt emotion.
It's difficult for him to deal with loss after facing so much already, and Tuck will do everything he can to protect those that are in his care. It's the one thing that defines him.
His PTSD (of both warfare & the horseman attack on his battalion) will leave him feeling angry and sometimes irrational - not necessarily with a hair trigger, but an almost volatile anger that rears its ugly head at times, especially when he's feeling threatened. He is also an insomniac, often awake at all hours of the night because he cannot sleep - the dreams that haunt him are ugly and tormenting.
Tuck will be easily swayed by manipulative people as long as things are presented to him in such a way that he can agree with it. He isn't stupid, but he's not a leader. He just needs to feel as if he can justify things in his own mind - Tuck knows the difference between right and wrong, but he realizes that sometimes you have to sacrifice for the greater good.
Why did your human character choose to become a Hunter?
As the older brother (by mere minutes!), Tuck has always been a protector. Even as a child he looked after his younger twin sister. The voices and ghosts were there, but he got along with them as a youth, tolerated them as imaginary friends. As he grew older, that protective edge never waned. He was the prized offensive tackle back in high school. His football prowess granted him a scholarship to Idaho state. He made his family proud, perfectly balanced his schoolwork with his sports and never let himself get too carried away with girls. It wasn't until his second year as a Bengal that he began to see and hear things - things that he'd seen on and off as a child that had been brushed off as an over-active imagination.
His grades failed. His scholarship lost, Tuck did the only thing left to do.
He joined the Army. After finishing AIT at Fort Benning, Georgia, he was stationed at Fort Lewis - and soon after, his Regiment was deployed to Afghanistan.
Being deployed took him far from the disappointment of his parents, far from the disgrace that followed him everywhere. It gave him purpose, allowed him to protect. He stood for something once more. Tuck was a part of a brotherhood where his battle buddy was his best friend and the others in his battalion were the brothers he never had. Things got ugly and he saw some horrible things, but despite it all he did his best to carry on.
He never lost contact with his mother, his father, or his twin sister. They would exchange letters and packages, pictures and video - but he could never convey how sorry he was, and he could never divulge his personal reasons for leaving.
One night he was on patrol with his battalion. They'd been on the move for days, heading towards a small cave where there were rumored to be armed rebels that had been tormenting nearby townsfolk. As they drew up on the cave it became painfully obvious that someone - something - had beaten them there.
In a whoosh of black, tarry feathers and bloody, gleaming fangs it was on them. The screams of his brothers echoed in his mind as he ran as fast as he could with a small group of survivors. First there were six.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
Alone.
Just him, alone in the desert. Running for his life. He never looked back, and he never returned. They assumed him dead, and Tuck was lost. He shacked up in a small village outside of Kabul where he was approached by a recruiter, and Tuck swore that he'd never be weak again. |
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