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Name: John C. Blackwell

Nickname: Pappa Doc

Age: 48

Personality:he lives in a world of facts and concrete needs. he constantly is scanning his personal environment to make sure that everything is running smoothly and systematically. He will honor traditions and laws, and have a clear set of standards and beliefs. He expect the same of others, and have no patience or understanding of individuals who do not value these systems.

Appearance:[img=http://www.languageinsight.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Doctor.jpg]

Occupation before outbreak: Retired Military Nurse, Occupational Health Nurse for BSNF railroads and part time wanna be farmer.

Weapons and other supplies: His dog, Horse, two mules, weapons, handloading equipment, food, water, etc

Background & History:

Trains, Trains, trains!.... 

John feel in love with trains as a child and getting his stream operator’s license was a big deal to a 17 year old back then. John started his career in the Marine Corps at the age of 17 (falsely enlisted ) and served in the Force Recon Battalion with 1st Division at area 25 on Camp Pendleton. After several years he transferred to the Army as a medic with the 5th SFG (ABN) . After his divorce he left active duty and was into the reserves until his life changed for the better. After Warrant Officer school, John volunteered for conflicts overseas, took classes and spent another 12 years defining himself. His last several years lead him to yet another new chapter of his life but this time it was closing the military side of his life and looking for service for his community. John traveled for a bit, saw places that he visited during conflicts but now on a more personal level. Returning home to the United States and retiring was bittersweet as he didn’t know what do with his new found freedom.

With the money that he saved during his time with the military, he purchased a small 180+ farm in Acton, Ca and started to raise a self sufficient, diversified farm. Now with his horse and several mules, John now spends his time tending to the fields, raising his herds of meat & dairy cows, dealing with a few goats, pigs and lots of chickens!. The farm keeps him tied to the land right now but John always finds time to ride his horse or mules in the canyon to escape the pressures of the City. 

John started a some extra curricular activities that he enjoys are such as the Ren - Faires, SCA, Doomsday prepping, HAM radios and reenactments of different time periods. John still moon light a few nights a month for a Doctor friend in Century City for the more affluent hospital types as a Charge nurse. This helps out alot with the farm bills and his eclectic habits until the farm becomes truly self sufficient. John tinkers with reenactment vehicles ( W.W. II and some current ) and has weapons in a gun safe. John thinks like a survivalist but has learned over the years that it will not get him a second date so he doesn’t talk about it much. His fascination of train comes from his current job and childhood time in Washington, D.C.’s 
Union Station. 

 
What are their personal goals relating to outbreak: Survive the mess that has fallen the world, help feed his group, clothe, shelter and teach them the skill needed to survive. 

Anything else you think we should know: John lives in a converted railcar on his property
http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/train-car-home-in-portland-81913 
150.00 per month
The “K” line on the property has a gate and additional siding to park other rolling stock like his junk (gear), tool shop, crane, boxcars, refer, water tender and and more usable junk. 

he has a well water, electrical, a safe, faraday cage with radios, several portable generators ( he is a doom prepper ), refrigerators, compressors, etc.

The animals live in stalls, his vehicles are in / out of the barn ( has rooms as well ) and several military trucks (5 tons, 20 ton) and different trailers (water buffalo, K-12 (mobile kitchen) right outside the barn is the hydroponic area with greenhouse (tilapia fish and catfish are used)

Writing sample: [SPOILER="testing"]
Terra Planeta, F-13 Sector, Sparks Mine, 15°C, 3222J, Local-Day 142/222, 02:13/80hrs
 
Xavier barely had time to call for his son before something hard hit him in the back and everything disappeared, there was certainly pain involved but it was hard to pinpoint any particular location like a tiresome ache that crossed his entire body.
Slowly the merchant’s vision began to return showing him a blurry haze of activity, his ears registered muffled sounds and he could feel himself falling, swimming, sliding in various directions that all eventually merged onto a single objective… forwards.
 
Dragging the old man down the tunnel Oleg looked over at Mr. Barnes, the physician wasn’t particularly happy about being called away from the warehouse to tend to a single stunned patient even if Sparks had designated him as a priority. During the chaos unleashed from the volley of stun grenades one of the mercenaries had shot himself in the leg with a bolt and another had shot someone else, there were plenty of burns and bleeding to attend as well resulting from close proximity to the exploding devices.
 
Not wanting to waste any more time the physician ordered Giles be dropped in Sparks’ office since it was empty and began a quick examination of the recovering yet still groggy merchant pulling off his coat and shirt while the enforcer held him up. A nasty bruise was already forming where a grenade had hit Giles in the back but otherwise he was unharmed, more or less, Barnes made some curious notions to the black lines running all across Xavier’s torso… he’d never seen the like before.
Sutures of Valkyrie design the sticky binding agent was used universally to hold skin, flesh and bone together after surgery which the physician gathered since he recognized the pattern albeit usually done with stitches not whatever kind of glue the black stuff appeared to be. Barnes had no idea just how extensive the doctor’s surgeries had been though and wasn’t particularly interested in finding out at the moment, he had other priorities.
 
Leaving Giles resting comfortably in one of the office’s armchairs Barnes and Oleg returned to their previous tasks, Tom and the little synth girl had both fallen from the grenade attack so they would not be joining him.
 
Giles Xavier would find himself alone in the underground… at least it was quiet there. [/SPOILER]