Post by Deleted on May 23, 2014 16:03:00 GMT -5
Character Name: Herod
Nickname(s): “Bastard”
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 45
Birthplace: Mount Rogers, Virginina.
Height: 6 ft 2
Weight: 160 lbs
Eye Color: Copper
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Bald
Facial Hair: None.
Skin Color: Burnt Caucasian.
Build: Herod has always cut an imposing figure, but his recent incarceration has left him skinny and emaciated like an overgrown sickly child.
Distinguishing Features: Herod’s face is gaunt and corpse-like from months of torture.
Profession: Slavemaster of Whalebone, currently interred in Nachzeher concentration camp.
Skills: Barter, Melee, Small Firearms
Training:
Wolven Combat Tactics ( Wolves )
Hand-to-Hand ( Raiders )
Melee Weapons ( Raiders )
Automatic Weapons ( Wolves)
Bartering (Self taught/Whalebone Slavers)
Storm Trooper Combat Tactics (Nachzeher)
Basic understanding of German (Nachzeher)
Other Abilities: Herod has been interred by the Storm Troopers for two months. He has withstood terror that would break a lesser man within days. This incredible willpower and tolerance for pain was gained during a childhood with raiders, and makes the old slaver legendary in Whalebone.
Apparel: : Grey, mud-soaked rags. Herod’s armour and clothing were confiscated shortly after his capture. They are stored in the armoury bunker next to the War Room, and are as follows:
Combat armour, reinforced
Pre-war military general’s coat, Kevlar lined
Combat boots
Fingerless gloves, Brahmin hide
Weaponry: Herod carries only a sharp shiv made from broken glass with a cloth handle. His real weapons are stored in the armoury. They are as follows:
Plasma rifle, custom oak handle
Machete
2 x tin grenades
Other Equipment: Once again, Herod’s equipment is in the armoury with the rest of his belongs. They are as follows:
Zippo lighter, gold
1 x Med-X
1 x pre-war meat jerky
1 x bottle of moonshine liquor
Personal Information:
Affiliation: Wolves
Religious Belief: Herod was always pretty ignorant about religion, but an extended stay in a concentration has basically snapped his mind. Thoughts of God and Heaven no longer occur to him.
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual.
Relationship Status: Single.
Personality: Herod is a cold, unfeeling slave master of Whalebone and the most brutal among their number. It takes a strong personality to get slavers cooperating with each other, not to mention guts of steel. He would skin six runaways alive to keep the other slaves inline, and push a slaver’s eyes into his head with his own thumbs just to prove a point. Worst of all, Herod carries out all his atrocities with an alarmingly casual attitude. Recruiting and distributing slave labourers is just a business, and rationalising it any other way is a death sentence.
Not only is Herod the most brutal of Whalebone’s Slavemasters, he is also the most charming. With a mix of grandfatherly demeanour and gallows humour, he has a talent for pushing men to commit acts they would otherwise consider deplorable. Despite his bloodthirsty acts, Herod is actually a pretty level headed and pragmatic guy. He is not cruel for the sake of it and rewards those who are loyal – both slavers and slaves – with comfortable, even lavish lives. He will not take revenge or punish when such an act would damage the Wolves, and often takes losses gracefully. Herod is one of the few Slavers who actually talks to his slaves. He would rather coax captives with Stockholm syndrome rather than whipping them into submission, although the man has no problem with torture where necessary.
Herod bares a paw print tattoo and is loyal to all causes close to the Wolves, but remains a mercenary at heart. He prefers Alpha’s simmering fury to Darwin’s well-bred Enclace arrogance, and would happily side with her just to make things interesting. Herod has always been pretty taken with the passionate Alpha and isn’t above making a few crass sexual innuendos in her presence, but wisely knows not to push things too far.
Currently, Herod is a prisoner of the Storm Troopers in Nachzeher and the experience has taken his toll. He has become a ranting, shuffling madman who talks to himself and cowers at things which aren’t there. Of course, Herod’s a clever man. It’s quite possible that the fevered babblings are all for show. It’s also possible that Herod has succumbed to the nightmare of Nachzeher and has become a shuffling shadow of his former self, just like the other prisoners.
History: Herod was born atop the junk-strewn mountains of Virginia to a large family. His father, stone cold bastard that he was, lived in luxury inside an abandoned ski-lodge with his “wives” and numerous offspring borne of rape. Local raiders worked for him, paid in kind by the services of the captured women and the security of the mountains. This little arrangement was cosy enough for those who benefited from it, although it wasn’t to last. Rumour has it that Herod pushed his father off the mountain at age four (Herod claims not to remember). Ideally Herod’s older brother Ham would have taken command, but the raiders their father had paid took control of the mountain and Ham was only ten.
Herod and Ham grew up living high up on the ass-end of a windswept post-apocalyptic shithole under the watchful eye of a murderous raider gang. It wasn’t a bad setup for raiders. Women, security and the joy of hunting weary travellers who had strayed off the beaten path.
Whatever the case, Herod’s older brother Ham assumed command with their mother ruling as regent. Herod watched his brother continue his father’s slaving empire, only choosing to trade others instead of his only family. Fortunately for Herod, Ham loved his little brother, and the two grew up in relative comfort from thereon out.
The Wolves started moving in on some of Herod’s occupied pre-war military bases, so he thought it only right to open negotiations. The first party the Wolves discovered were promptly gunned down. The second day, the Wolves raided a military base only to find Herod waiting for them with ten cases of dynamite. This time they listened.