[CENTER][h1][color=#83250F][b]RAM HEAD[/b][/color][/h1][hr][h3][sup][sup][color=silver]VERNON LEROY THOMPSON   [color=slategray]◼[/color]   JUNE 14, 1963   (54)   [color=slategray]◼[/color]   MALE   [color=slategray]◼[/color]   AUGMENTED[/color][/sup][/sup][/h3][img]http://thefancarpet.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/11/Age_of_the_Dragons_63485_Medium.jpg[/img]
[sup][color=silver]"Apache flyin' high, hellfire from the sky!"[/color][/sup][/CENTER]
[COLOR=#83250F][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]▼ A P P E A R A N C E:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][CENTER][sup][color=silver]"We are not afraid to die, so early in the mornin'!"[/color][/sup][/CENTER]
[indent][b][color=#83250F]//STATS:[/color][/b]
[INDENT]
[indent][B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ HEIGHT |[/COLOR][/B] [i]6ft[/i]
[B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ WEIGHT |[/COLOR][/B][i]190lbs[/i]
[B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ BUILD |[/COLOR][/B][i]Hearty, aged, muscled[/i]
[B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ HAIR COLOR |[/COLOR][/B][i]Gray[/i]
[B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ EYE COLOR |[/COLOR][/B] [i]Brown Left, Cloudy Gray Right[/i]
[B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ OTHER |[/COLOR][/B] [i]Horribly scarred right side of face[/i][/indent]
[INDENT][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/aJ2RWhw.png?1[/img][/center][/INDENT][/INDENT]
[b][color=#83250F]//DESCRIPTION:[/color][/b]
[indent][i]Dirty describes Vernon in simple terms. He dresses oddly, wearing soft leathers and thick scarves year round, with a particular obsession with keeping his hair short and facial hair absent. All of his clothing is mismatched or threadbare. Sometimes a well worn brown leather hat is on his person, either worn or hanging around his neck. Clearly he was once built from well-sculped muscle at some point but, that has somewhat deteriorated from age and lack of use. Still, due to a sparse diet, desert conditions, and excellent genetics, Vernon has kept a very low body fat percentage. His eyes are always red and bloodshot and he often reeks of alcohol. To say he is confident undermines the sheer up front attitude with which he carries himself-- prideful and very in-your-face, despite his circumstances. Vernon is a man hardened by isolation, paranoia, and a former military lifestyle. All this hides a very real and often crippling sense of loneliness. He feels no one will be able to understand him again, that he is best left alone in the wilderness, and that anyone trying to get close to him is trying to "trick him."[/i][/indent][/indent]
[COLOR=#83250F][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]▼ B I O G R A P H Y:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][CENTER][sup][color=silver]"Don't nobody move at zero-dark thirty 'cept soldiers and shitters."[/color][/sup][/CENTER]
[center][IMG]http://static2.tvbuzer.com/images/persons/sources/6a/6ab5efbede9994f83e19128975e6bd59-88117.jpg[/IMG][/center][indent][indent][i]Born and raised in the Southern United States, Vernon grew up poor and the middle child of five. Seeking to make a name for himself and to make more money to buy that legendary "pot to piss in" Vernon Leroy Thompson became a boxer. He wasn't the best but he wasn't the worst-- a real darkhorse of a fighter that won against opponents no one bet on him to win against. Withstanding concussive blows without falling earned him the name "Ram Head" inside the ropes.

Eventually, Veron gave up his dreams of becoming the next Muhammad Ali and enlisted into the U.S. Army. at the age of twenty four. He chose to become a combat medic, figuring that there would be both the undeniable use for him and a steady paycheck. Around that time, the Gulf War, Operation Desert Shield, was in full swing, and he ended up immediately shipped off to war. Vernon also participated in Desert Storm then, years later, in the invasion of Iraq.

Three deployments passed in support of the Iraq invasion before Vernon, aged 40 at the time, on an ill-fated convoy, was involved in an IED explosion. This resulted in the loss of his legs, right arm, right eye, and significant scarring.

Upon rehabilitation and military discharge, several failed attempts to live with his family, and inability to accept proper treatment for his post-traumatic stress, Vernon found himself homeless and heading west. Along the way he found himself a dog, a trailer, and a rather isolated place in the northern Nevada desert that let him live in relative peace.

There came a time however, while watching his morning marathon of The Price is Right, that a commercial advertising compensation for disabled veterans aired. The year was 2014 and the augmentation breakthrough had sank it's teeth firmly in the population. Like any good consumer, Vernon dialed the number on the screen, found a lawyer, a doctor, found out that they had been trying to contact him for months now, disregarded that fact, and eventually found himself on a surgical table at a Veterans Affairs hospital in Northern California.

There, Vernon received new legs, a new arm, and eventually a new eye, but there are wounds that hospitals cannot heal, sadly. Still prone to bouts of paranoia and hostility, Vernon retreated back to the desert, this time opting to stay in California, where he could keep himself alone and safe from the troubles of the world.

Still, there came the commercials and news reports, interrupting his Walker Texas Ranger marathons, that served both to keep him informed about events and to fuel his sleeping passion for doing what's right. Someone needed to bring justice to fools, didn't they? And then there were the weird motorcycle gangs, making so much noise so often, that he couldn't exactly ignore to the world's problems anymore...[/i][/indent][/indent]
[COLOR=#83250F][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][CENTER][sup][color=silver]"I'd turn a blind eye but, I ain't got one no more."[/color][/sup][/CENTER][indent][indent][i]He used to box and then he used to [u]box.[/u] Who was supposed to keep good peace and order when the cops were too busy responding to other calls? They couldn't be everywhere at once, after all, so Vernon often found himself knocking petty thugs around the head when he was younger. Now? Well, maybe those busy cops needed help again plus, he figures he can beat up thugs and still make it home in time for Wheel of Fortune anyway. Seems like it's about time he paid more attention to the world again.[/i][/indent][/indent]
[COLOR=#83250F][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][CENTER][sup][color=silver]"Ain't nothin' you can't learn from a good bit of sufferin'-- I mean, studyin'. You ever notice the dyin' in that word?"[/color][/sup][/CENTER][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/GEQlNS0.png[/img][/center]
[indent][b][color=#83250F]//ABILITIES:[/color][/b]
[indent][B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ Augmented Limbs and Eye |[/COLOR][/B] [i]Vernon's legs from the thigh down have been replaced with augments. They have the power to propel him high into the sky, run great distances, stand for hours. His right arm from the shoulder down was replaced and is capable of carrying and moving intense weight. Vernon's right eye was replaced as well and sees perfectly with the ability to see up to two miles out with clarity. [/i][/indent]
[b][color=#83250F]//SKILLS:[/color][/b]
[indent][B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ Military Marksmanship and Tactics|[/COLOR][/B] [i]Military training consists of learning how to shoot, move, and communicate. When one does these things for years of their life, such tasks aren't easily forgotten. Vernon is well versed in military tactics from house to house combat, grappling techniques, and leadership. These skills also became something of a necessity while living in the middle of nowhere-- hunting is sometimes a means of survival.[/i][/indent]
[indent][B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ Military Medicine|[/COLOR][/B] [i]Vernon was an Army Combat Medic that experienced several active enemy combat deployments. He knows how to keep a patient living with or without proper supplies. This by no means makes him an expert in medicine or even anatomy, however. Time and medical advances have introduced many techniques which he has no experience with. Though dated his skills, they are something of a foundation upon which higher skillets were built, and therefore useful. [/i][/indent]
[indent][B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ Hard Head |[/COLOR][/B] [i]They didn't call him Ram Head for nothing. He was known for being able to withstand direct blows to the head and face like a champion. Had Vernon been more skilled, he likely could have went far.[/i][/indent]
[b][color=#83250F]//LIMITATIONS:[/color][/b]
[indent][B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ Only Human |[/COLOR][/B] [i]He may have fancy augments but they are hindered by his personal endurance. He's still an old man, after all, so he can only do as much as his heart and lungs allow. His right arm is limited by the muscle and bone surrounding it, too. If the muscle and bone can be broken or otherwise strained by the weight or force set against the mechanical limb, then there will be some pain and huge problems.[/i][/indent]
[b][color=#83250F]//WEAKNESSES:[/color][/b]
[indent][B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ Electrical Attacks |[/COLOR][/B] [i]Like most early augment recipients, Vernon is especially vulnerable to electrical attacks. An electrical attack can render his augments useless and his eye blinded. His eye actually went out versus a wool blanket with too much static cling-- a story he doesn't speak of.[/i][/indent]
[indent][B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ Getting OLD|[/COLOR][/B] [i]Vernon doesn't like to admit to the virtual pharmacy's worth of pills he needs to take in order to get going in the morning. Then there's the fact that no matter how many pain meds are perscribed, his back still tends to hurt after a long day's worth of work. While any other person at 54 would be considered still reasonably young, Vernon's been aged by intense labor and his military career's worth of stress, and it shows.[/i][/indent][/indent]
[COLOR=#83250F][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]▼ N O T E S:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][indent][b][color=#83250F]//SUPPORTING CAST:[/color][/b]
[indent][B][COLOR=#83250F]▼ ALLIES[/COLOR][/B]
[indent][B][COLOR=WHITESMOKE]◼ [I]TBD BY IC[/I][/COLOR][/B] [i][/i][/indent]
[B][COLOR=#83250F]▼ FRIENDS[/COLOR][/B]
[indent][B][COLOR=WHITESMOKE]◼ [I]Bongo, the English Mastiff | Only Friend In The World[/I][/COLOR][/B] [center][img]https://vetstreet-brightspot.s3.amazonaws.com/0d/e08b40a7df11e0a0d50050568d634f/file/Mastiff-5-645mk062111.jpg[/img][/center]
[CENTER][sup][color=silver]"Boof? Wuff? WOOF!"[/color][/sup][/CENTER][i]Bongo was a stray puppy that began following Vernon at a train station in Texas, after Vernon handed the dog a bit of jerky. They've been friends for years. Bongo has grown old but still acts just as spry as a puppy. Bongo follows Vernon everywhere and refuses to be left behind. Bongo is very disobedient to commands most of the time. There are occasional bouts of obedience, however.[/i][/indent]
[indent][B][COLOR=WHITESMOKE]◼ [I]TBD BY IC[/I][/COLOR][/B] [i][/i][/indent]
[B][COLOR=#83250F]▼ ENEMIES[/COLOR][/B]
[indent][B][COLOR=WHITESMOKE]◼ [I]TBD BY IC[/I][/COLOR][/B] [i][/i][/indent][/indent]
[b][color=#83250F]//STOMPING GROUNDS[/color][/b]
[indent][B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ The Demon's Teeth | Lonely Trailer[/COLOR][/B] [i]Far off the road, with no mailbox, at the end of an unmarked and rarely used trail, sits a metal trailer with room enough for two. A firepit sits to the side of the trailer that appears to have frequent use. Behind the trailer is an orange and white umbrella accompanied by a wooden picnic table, a large rusted metal grill, and another fire pit. A lazy looking dog usually sits in the shade of this umbrella. This is where Vernon lives. Needless to say, Vernon gets most of his mail delivered via Drone drop or simply not at all.[/i][/indent]
[indent][B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ Kilbride| Super E Mart[/COLOR][/B] [i] Vernon used to bring his pickup truck in town only to restock his food stores. Nowadays he tends to leave the truck in the parking lot and walk about town. Remember those thugs that needed a beating? This is where his hunts generally start from.[/i] [/indent]
[b][color=#83250F]//PARAPHERNALIA[/color][/b]
[indent][B][COLOR=SILVER]◼ Dog Tags | To Remember...[/COLOR][/B] [i]Vernon first saw dog tags as a silly and stereotypical thing, then essential, eventually as a reminder of times gone and past. He retains both his tags around his neck on their proper chains. There are two other short chain dog tags dangling next to his own-- both soldiers he was close friends with that had no surviving family to receive the tag.[/i][/indent][/indent]