Post by Holiday on Apr 6, 2015 0:21:02 GMT -5
Name: Detective Hank Holiday
Age: 30
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Height: 6'0''
Weight: 180 lbs
Attire: Custom-fit dress shirts, vests, ties, pointed shoes and trench-coats typically in black and white combinations. There is a simple chest rig for holstering both guns, and a black leather back sheath for the makeshift machete. A black leather eyepatch covers his missing right eye. When wandering the wastes, a riot respirator is always worn, except when smoking hand-rolled cigarettes and joints.
Eye Color: Bright Blue
Hair Color: Black
Scars, tattoos, piercings: Several bullet and stab scars on chest and arms. Deep vertical cut from right eyebrow, through the socket and ends past the chin. Back covered with a giant atomic mushroom cloud tattoo from a post-apocalyptic artist.
Personality: Hardboiled, Patient, Self-Righteous, Compassionate, Vengeful and Vigilant
Some Background: Hank grew up in an orphanage never knowing who or why his parents left him at the shelter's doorstep. In his heart he desired companionship of any kind to fulfill the longing for family. He understood early on to empathize with his peers, and he stood up for them against would-be bullies. Even then, he despised people who preyed on others. He dedicated his teenage years to studying and sewing. Hank made all of his own clothes, and donated many to the other kids before finally moving out and joining the Police Academy.
His career started after graduation as a beat cop. After commendation for exemplary service on the field he was promoted to Detective and worked Vice for a few years before switching to Homicide. It was gruesome work, the kind that marks a man for the rest of his life. His greatest case was the capture of a psycho serial killer couple who committed horrible atrocities involving large groups of victims. Their bloody art galleries were shocking and gut-wrenching displays of insanity, and Hank tracked them down, assembling a SWAT team that infiltrated their hideout and successfully arrested them. It was a glory case, and a focal point of Holiday's career as a lawman.
Then the bombs dropped, and Mother Nature turned on humanity…
Holiday refused to throw away the badge. It still meant something to him. Even with the world gone to shit. He wandered the wastes as judge, jury, and executioner when necessary. He hunted raiders and killers, lost an eye and wears the scars of his new profession as a Bounty Hunter for Communities with the supplies to provide for contracts. These often include horrible bandits or predators preying on the survivors, and Holiday is the perfect hired gun for the job.
Weapon(s) of Choice: Makeshift Machete, Sawed-off Shotgun, Stun-gun, Handcuffs
