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- Daniel J. Dumont -

- 112th Battalion, 1st Medical Brigade; 34th IR, 182nd Detachment; A Company, 1st Platoon -

 

^The theme of the Character^

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The Character in Summary is Simple:

 

Daniel Dumont is a man who is seldom out of trouble. Falling to the simple temptations and urges of life, Dumont is a man who is simply known as not only a trouble-maker — a man continually pushing and testing boundaries for no apparent reason — but also an asshole. With his often immature demeanor, people, during first-impressions, often find themselves disliking the young-medic but it isn’t until the gauntlet-of-fire that is the battlefield do their impressions shift. When it is time to work, it is time to work, and it is during work where Dumont truly shines as a character. No wound is too great, no situation too stressful and no instance too complex for the man. Whether he likes you or dislikes you, he does everything in his power to ensure you survive... even if it means potentially endangering him.

 

Beneath his aroma of a person who likes to stir the ‘shit-pot’ lies an intelligent figure-head who is more than he makes himself out to be.

 

Since his upbringing, Dumont has always been known as a trouble-maker; or, in his teenage years, a class-clown. Often flunking from school to pursue more ‘adrenaline-stimulating-events’ in his early teens, Dumont developed a characteristic of being fearless, for the most-part. Whether it was skipping history-class to snowboard down the steep hills and valleys or Sociology for the lawless back-roads where speed-limits and their numbers had no rule over the young-man, Dumont’s unique attribute was well crafted.

 

It wasn’t until Dumont began to notice women and their curvatures where he began to take classes seriously. Perusing a woman of an higher intellect, he thrived in his biology course to share and compare notes with the stunning Lacy. It was because of his newly found motivators where he was able to lay the groundwork for his future medical-career.

 

With the foundations to support and secure a career within the Mobile Infantry set, he was soon to enlist upon graduation — and, along with his tight circle of friends and potential lovers, he eventually did. Of course, the physical effort was no issue, as Dumont had been incredibly active in sports and activities in his youth... but the ‘dealing with authority’ part...

 

His initial issue with authority came from an everlasting conflict from his father who, with prior Mobile Infantry service, attempted to control and guide the youthful-Dumont with a strict set of rules and theoretically with an iron-fist. So, when faced with drill-instructors and other various forms of ‘hard-ass’ leaders, he needed to ensure he was satisfied with subtle victories: Snarky comments, deliberately misinterpreting information and just being a pain whenever and wherever here could apply it. With the laughs it produced for not only himself but for his comrades it made the entire difficult process much more bearable. However, it did not prepare Dumont for the reality of humanities conflict.

 

With the the horrors of war came their inevitable side-effects: first subtle, then severe. Images and events that seemed surreal quickly became reality as friends and comrades alike were mangled, destroyed or even killed in seemingly every horrid way known to man since the dawn of time — and all Dumont could do was watch, or tell hollow lies through his teeth that they’d be alright. Sleep was impossible, silence unbearable and boredom saddening, thus causing Dumont to soon remain busy... whether through work or his typical shenanigans.

 

And thus is the vague summary of Daniel Dumont.

 

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"--Seven more pages," he stated, cutting the man off.

He began to grow red with rage.

 

The Character's Information:

 

Name: Daniel J. Dumont

Aliases: Danny, Dan

Age: 22

Date of Birth: October 21

Eye Colour: Blue

Hair: Blonde

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 150 Lbs.

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Build: Mesopmorph

Skin Tone: Tanned

Sex: Male

Language: English (Federal Standard)

Awards: Mobile Infantry Silver Star (x2), Outstanding Services to Combat Medicine Ribbon (x5), Mommies Favorite Child (x1)

Rank: Senior Specialist

Promotion Record: 3Spc. -> 2Spc. -> Spc. -> SSpc. -> MSpc. -> SSpc. -> Spc. -> SSpc

Deployment Record: Active since November of 2298.

 

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He scoffed. "He also made sloths, retards and STDs -- Arguably all of which we could live without." 

 

The Character's Description:

The figure before you stands at roughly at 5-foot-ten. He has dirty-blonde hair, blue eyes and a tanned complexion. His face is no-longer shaven, providing insight to his age; Perhaps mid twenties? He has broad shoulders and a toned-build. He holds himself quite confidently and continuously appears to be of high-moral, appearing happy. While speaking, he comes off as perhaps slightly sarcastic. He smells of pine. While on deployment, he has a holstered weapon on his hip and a patrol-pack on his back.

 

Memories:

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- Scouted -

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'The music of the scene.'

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The display of pure physical exertion made the on-lookers stands as they began to shout their words of encouragement, doing all they could to make their man ran faster.

 

It was offender vs. defender. More was on the line than mere goals, but that's what it all came down to. Goal or no-goal. Winner or loser.

 

Much like the hunter-and-gatherers before them, they barreled after their prey: a ball, scampering away via the inertia that propelled it away from the initial clash of heads and bodies.

 

The offender was the first to reach the ball -- He controlled it and moved it back. The defender was thrown off by a simple maneuver, thus over-shooting his target. His friends were close behind, and the offender pushed forward.

 

All that stood before the offender was a man whom protected the net. With the enemy-pack hot on his heels, the offender decided to rocket the ball. It moved with incredible speed, and the man that stood in his way could do nothing but pray he moved in the right direction.

 

The ball moved high-left, and the goalie moved high-right. The cheers were over-powered the 'awhs' as the ball found home.

 

Dan had done it.

 

 

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'The music of the scene.'

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Anything audible had sounded robotic, of which included the ever-present groans.

 

He released an audible exhale of breath. Everything had been so loud. The wounded oh-so heavy. The time oh-so limited.

 

He had been shaking prior to the deployment, and he didn't think it had stopped. A grunt called his attention, and he moved towards it.

 

He was intercepted by a man he couldn't seem to name and the way he looked at him was almost worrisome. Was he himself wounded?

 

"Just take a seat," the man grumbled. He obeyed.

 

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He swiped at his face as to get the numbed feeling off of it. His palms smudged red. He should have been disgusted, but he was too tired to care.

 

He had reached for his canteen, but it was punctured. He didn't mind as he wasn't that thirsty. His mouth was only dry.

 

That day had never seemed to end.

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- The Beast -

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'The music of the scene.'

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The gun-shots did not let up, and neither did the artillery.

 

The causalities were moved into the underground parking-garage. The air was ever-dusty, and dustier with seemingly every vibration. Its foundations croaked and groaned, mimicking those moved.

 

He looked down to her, and she looked back. She had taken multiple gunshot wounds and was continuously moving in-and-out of consciousness.

 

A sound momentarily distracted him from his work. A loud pop. He soon ignored it. She grinned.

 

"You heard it," she croaked.

 

Daniel nearly teared up as reality began to set in. "Heard what," he said, attempting to not believe it. He turned to his right.

 

The beast sat there. It popped again. Daniel had his jaw drop, his eyes widen.

 

The round slammed to his right, killing the Engineer and those he had stood over. The roar echoed and Daniel yelped. The shock-wave threw him onto the woman and took his hearing. The dust, once unbearable, was now everything. He felt sick.

 

He went to stand, but his legs prevented him. He was scared for he knew he was going to die. The pop was present once again, almost like a hell-hound barking at him. He dragged her behind a pillar, and him and that gentleman there. The concealment of dust was seemingly a momentary blessing.

 

Pop. The engine would not start. It fired again.

 

Daniel teared-up. Not like this, surely. The wounded laid unconscious but her.

 

He took a breath. "Can't say I didn't do nothing for ya'," he said, the words coming shakily out of his mouth. He took the grenade and pulled the pin. The 'Pop' sounded again and he began to moving towards it.

 

The dust cleared before him, and there it sat: the beast. It seemingly looked right at him -- He walked still towards it, accepting that this was all he could do. Surely he would die here in a pathetic attempt.

 

A hatch from its internal compartments flung open as the beast sat there. He moved briskly, shoving the grenade down the barrel. The man jumped out, and Daniel did not know what to do.

 

The grenade ripped the barrel open. The blast caused Dumont to drop. The man was on him in seconds, wrapping his hands around his neck. He began to be choked to death.

 

His hands reached everywhere. First he tried to choke him back, but, alas, his posture was too upright. He tried to buck him off, but he sat too heavily. He tried to grab for anything, but noting was in reach.

 

His grip weakened suddenly as he was bleeding out. Dumont began to cough, his head feeling incredibly light. The man fell to his side and, together, for just a moment yet, they laid together. Air filled his lungs and he stood... He limped back, leaving the man to die.

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"Mobile Infantry Silver Star," the man stated, for Colonel Davidson had approved.

 

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She scoffed at him in mere disbelief, her face mimicking a woman completely offended. She stood, leaving, just moments later.

"You're so smooth, man."

He chuckled, gesturing for another drink.

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Relationships

 

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"I don't need friends, they disappoint me."

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- Friend   Liked - Approval - Acquaintance - Neutral - Mixed - Disliked Hated -

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(#'d Left-to-Right)

1. Thoughts of you professionally

2. Thoughts of you in general

3. Relationship Status

4. Interest in you (Attraction, Amiable/Friendly, None, Curiosity, Professional, Secretive)

5. Do you have a personal use to Dumont? (Yes, No)

/ † = Deceased / ® = Retired/Transferred

 

Relations with individuals whom are still alive:

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Sebastian Bently

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Fondest Memories: His former connection to not only a hot-tub, but to his beer, sofa and pimping crib.

Worst MemoriesAny event that transpired after slapping his ass.

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"Borin' ol' Bently is borin' ol' Bently, if that makes sense."

Travis Young

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Fondest Memories: The events leading up to his dental check-up.

Worst Memories: Being hung upside down in the gym following his initial introduction to a Private Young.

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"From Special Forces to Mobile Infantry Officer, this man got more-n'-more annoying with each passing rank... Okay?

 

It's. A. Couch-bed.

 

For a man, mind you!"

Ylva Hilmarsdottir

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Fondest Memories: Sending people weird messages with his PDA.

Worst MemoriesNone, really...

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"I don't know how it happened, but we immediately clicked and now, low-key, I think you're fuckin' -awesome-. I've met no one with the balls like yourself to stand up with the only good-quality shit that passes the time. Nearly piss myself laughing every time you're around. Every memory with you cracks me up."

Wendy Goodwin

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Fondest Memories: Activities done while on RnR.

Worst Memories: None, really...

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"Hope you're doing better, Wendy." 

Cait Donovan

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Fondest Memories: Shenanigans towards the Engineers.

Worst memories: None, really.

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"It's cool too see how far you've come along and how dorky you still are."

William Saint-Claire

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Fondest Memories: None, really.

Worst Memories: None, really.

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"Guess you're up there pushin' pencils or somethin', too busy to come down."

Sylase Freeman

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Fondest Memories: Shenanigans towards Engineers...

Worst Memories: None, really.

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"A good guy who likes the odd-joke -- Respectable."

Alicia White

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Fondest Memories: He'd say their conversations, but defiantly the food.

Worst Memories: Any event that propelled Dumont to get into trouble with White.

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"She makes for great company, even if her jokes are unbearably cheesy at times...

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"Man, why didn't you just finish what you were doing?! AAAGGGHHH! This close, THACKER. THIS CLOSE."

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Lisa Bennet

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Fondest Memories: Nothing, really...

Worst Memories: Her training sessions -- It's not you! It's just the material... I swear!

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"Perhaps one of our most talented medics-- Runner-up to myself, obviously."

Troy Hughes

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Fondest Memories: None, really...

Worst Memories: Almost every interaction with the guy.

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"I don't even know what your problem is -- Personally, I think you're a hard-ass who forgets he's -just- a Sergeant. Learn to let-loose a little because, and I don't know if you're aware of this, we're all experiencing the same horse-shit. The whole 'woe-is-me' act is annoying."

Lux Archer

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Fondest Memories: The events leading to the discovery of 'Lieutenant Savage.'

Worst Memories: None, really...

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"Lieutenant Savage -- Runs the marauders, surprisingly funny and relaxed for an officer... Wish we could talk more!"

Sunny Breeland

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Fondest Memories: Managing to survive being left-behind...

Worst Memories: Being left-behind defiantly takes the cake!

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"Brave girl -- Despite bein' injured, she pushed through and kept up. Probably wouldn't of made it out of there without her. Funny who find yourself fighting for your life with."

Jamie Sanderson

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Fondest Memories: Hanging out and playing jokes on the guy... Jokes of which are probably gettin' old! 

Worst Memories: Any event leading up to having to stitch the guy up.

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"I can't even handle looking at you because I always assume you're dying... It's weird, I can't describe it. Please stop gettin' hurt, I can't bare it anymore."

Iris Blanka

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Fondest Memories: None, really...

Worst Memories: None, really...

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"She seems alright, I don't think our first-interactions were swell... I don't think she likes jokes... Or sarcasm... Maybe she just doesn't like me?"

Aaron Holtz

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Fondest Memories: Hot-tub cannon-ball.

Worst Memories: None, really.

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"He's a pretty swell-guy who's been around the block a few-times. Pretty funny. Tries to one-up me a lot by bein' an asshole, but he'll fail where many others have tried..."

Ashley Weiss

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Fondest Memories: The majority of their interactions.

Worst Memories: None, really.

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"I don't know where she came from, but she's pretty freakin' awesome -- I could spend all day with her."

??? Miller

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Fondest Memories: Allowing him to use his account to change Vickers name to 'staff sergeant vicks rub.'

Worst Memories: Having to jump-up stairs with a crow-mask.

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"Perhaps the best Corporal -- Seems down to 'Earth.' An alright guy, for sure, although I think my current 'relationship' with the NCO-faction doesn't let me sit too-well with him."

Vito Dominiko

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Fondest Memories: Watching that one movie in the NCO barracks...

Worst Memories: None, really...

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"A typical NCO Corporal -- Seems like an alright guy, haven't talked much, though."

Devin Saiphan

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Fondest Memories: None, really...

Worst Memories: Getting his balls crushed...

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"He's a pretty funny guy when he's not trying to prevent me from doing my God-given duties of reproducing."

 

Relations with individuals whom are deceased, discharged or retired:

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