Victor Halder

[CPL. Victor Halder]

Victor Halder

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Full Name- Victor Halder
Nicknames- Vic
Gender- Male
Occupation- CPL: Corporal
Age- 30
Date of Birth- March 14, 1980
Sexual Orientation- Heterosexual
Location- Staten Island
Faction- Military
Celebrity Claim- Jeremy Renner
What should we call you?- Oryan
Play anyone else?- no
Have You Read the Rules?- Zombies, man. They creep me out.

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Personality-

Vic is incredibly easygoing. He makes friends as soon as he meets people, but he's terrible with names, which is why he likes nametapes! He is almost always smiling or laughing or joking with someone, even when he's supposed to be working sometimes.

Vic thinks he is funnier than he is, but people still laugh, at least sometimes. He enjoys a good joke, even if its at his expense.

Vic can be passive aggressive when it comes to issues. Usually he just ignores them and acts a little upset or short and hopes it gets the message through; its not until he's extremely pissed that he will actually talk about what's bothering him. Not a problem with close friends, who he'll complain to on a regular basis if need be, but so much time in the army has made him not say anything about his problems and just suck it up and move on.

Vic is a perfectionist and a completist. He's not happy until something is done all the way, be it a game, a task, or a job. He also has an addictive personality, which means he sometimes gets too much on his plate and takes the time needed to complete everything out of his sleep.

Overall, Vic is a likeable guy. Sometimes he's the center of attention; usually he's fine just hanging out and laughing and having a good time.

Likes-

• Gaming: You name it, video, board, miniature, Vic can't get enough games. He knows WAY too much backstory about a lot of games, and will gladly tell you about it in depth, even if unprompted.
  
• Airsoft: After his first tour in Afghanistan, with a lot of tax free money in his pocket, Vic and some other enlisted in his company went and bought airsoft rifles. They signed out one of the MOUT(Movement and Operations in Urban Terrain) sites at Fort Drum and would often play games there. This developed even more urban combat prowess in the guys that played, particularly since Vic went and read all the Training and Field Manuals about Urban Ops and taught the others what they didn't already know.
  
• Reading: Vic devours books like food. Fantasy, sci-fi, history, Training Manuals, Field Manuals. If you recommend a good book or series to him, you'll be his best friend.
  

Dislikes-

• "But they're your family, that's gotta count for something"- Vic values actual relationships, not blood ties. Blood relation doesn't mean shit to him, his 'family' is his closest friends.
  
• Bad leadership examples: One thing that gets Vic heated is bad leadership. Croneyism, mismanagement, micromanagement, and just self centered people who throw others under the bus to advance their own careers really hack Vic off. See Worth's Battalion Orders for Vic's feelings on leadership:
  
  But an officer on duty knows no one. To be partial is to dishonor both himself and the object of his ill-advised favor. What will be thought of him who exacts of his friends that which disgraces him? Look at him who winks at and overlooks offenses in one, which he causes to be punished in another, and contrast him with the inflexible Soldier who does his duty faithfully, notwithstanding it occasionally wars with his private feelings. The conduct of one will be venerated and emulated; the other detested as a satire upon Soldiership and Honor.
  
  
• Cockroaches- Fuck, they're disgusting. The only time Vic is even remotely okay is if he's wearing combat boots, and the cockroach is on the ground, so he can get all stompy. He'll still probably freak out and yell first though, especially if the damn thing is on him.
  

Strengths-

• Big/Strong: At 6'4" and 220lbs, VIc cuts an imposing figure. Two hours of workouts a day have molded Vic into a very strong guy.
  
• Level-Headed: Vic is very logical, and approaches any problem quickly with no nonsense. In a combat situation, any other way and you're dead, and that's just how Vic takes his problems.
  
• Infectious Friendliness: Vic likes everybody; its his nature. He doesn't possess the emotional ability to hate.
  

Weaknesses-

• Distance Running: Vic can walk and ruck all day, but don't ask him to run for any superlong periods;he's slow if he's not sprinting less than a quarter mile, and he'll be winded after a half mile if he's keeping anything close to an APFT standard run time
  
• Color Deficient: Vic's eyes don't see the same exact visual spectrum that normal people do. He can tell vivid red from vivid green, but many shades of blue and purple, orange and red, orange and yellow, etc that are remotely close are confusing to him.
  
• Loyal to a fault: Vic will bury a body with you if you need his help, and his only price for silence will be that you had a good reason for doing it. If you cross him enough times, or betray his trust enough though, he will eventually never trust you again and not speak to you. This is why he doesn't speak to his family. Problem is that threshold for trust is very high, and Vic has been burned, bad, more than once by people he once considered best friends or close family.
  

Skills-

• Fighting: Vic is climbing up the Combatives ladder at Fort Drum. He's slotted in 3 months to go get Level 3 Certified at Fort Benning, which is no mean feat. While Vic is a natural fighter, he's at his best on the ground. If he takes you to the ground, liberal amounts of pain will be involved until you tap out get knocked out. He's most proficient in the Army's modified Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, and likes boxing, but has been getting into Muay Thai in the past six months, citing his love for throwing knees and elbows as wanting to get into a martial art where these are accepted and normal moves.
  
• Squad Designated Marksman- Vic spends a lot of time on ranges, and spent a lot of time hunting as a kid, so marksmanship is second nature to him. He's tagged to be a SDM(Squad Designated Marksman) whenever a mission involves the possibility of long ranged fire. He's GOOD.
  
• Overprepared: "What if we're out there for more than a day? What if the situation gets FUBAR? What if dinosaurs come back, or aliens invade, or zombies happen? Shit, I'm gonna be prepared!" You laugh, but this thought is constantly in Vic's head. His friends call it paranoia, he calls it 'being prepared for the worst situation' or 'healthy paranoia.' It usually just results in him humping extra gear up and down the mountain or through the village. He doesn't mind though, the wet wipes or the extra boot knife or the extra clips of 9mm ammo he sneaked from the armorer'll come in handy eventually...
  

Flaws-

• Fear of Accidents/Incidents: The flipside of Vic's so called 'healthy paranoia' is that he's constantly spotting and figuring out ways out of situations almost certain to not happen. 'What if the guy in the elevator wants to fight? What if he pulls a gun? Is he left or right handed? What happens if the elevator starts dropping? Can i jump before it hits the bottom and avoid the back shattering concussion? Or will I just look stupid right before I get paralyzed or die?' just Vic's average, everyday elevator ride. You don't want to be in his head when he's driving...
  
• Asks too many questions: Oftentimes Vic's superiors will just tell him to shut up and do what he thinks is right. He asks questions about everything until he's sure he's got it right what he's supposed to do, and then he'll ask again. Not an issue if he's in charge, but if someone else is doing the ordering he's definitely going to ask every question so he doesn't screw it up. This annoys people sometimes, and rightfully so.
  
• Why are my hands SOOO Dirty?!?!: Vic is more than slightly OCD about his hands being sticky, or grimey, or just not clean. He washes his hands everytime they get sticky, or dusty, or anything that's not Vic's own sweat.
  

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Hair- Light Brown, short, dirty spiked when not in uniform
Eye Color- Blue
Race- Anglo-Saxon
Physique- Athletic/Muscular
Height- 6'4"
Weight- 220 lbs


Birthplace- Honolulu, HI
Mother- Margaret Dobson. Re-married. Self-centered, materialistic, tried to control Vic for years with money, and Vic finally had enough.
Father- Gary Halder. Remarried 3 times past Vic's mom. Ex-military, twenty years in as an NCO, ending his career as a 1SG for a training unit. Never could stop treating Vic like a basic trainee and start treating him like a person, so Vic told him never to speak to him again. It's not the first time Vic has stopped speaking to his father, but Vic assures himself it will be the last.
Siblings- Ann Dobson. Ann is Vic's stepsister, two years his junior, and is pretty much the only family Vic talks to. Ann saw how Vic's parents manipulated him for years, and supported him when he finally dropped them from his life. Margaret often plugs her information on how Vic is doing, but she stonewalls her stepmom when this happens.
Other- Vic considers some of his platoon/squadmates his brothers, as well as a few current officers who he still keps in touch with from when they were cadets together.

History-Victor Halder was born on March 14, 1983 in Honolulu, HI. His father was a Corporal in the 25th Infantry Division at the time. Vic was always a big kid. When he was 3 years old playing in the park the other parents would be upset about 'that older boy playing with their 3 year olds' until his parents told them Vic was the same age. His parents found out very fast that Vic was very bright.

Vic only ever got his butt spanked a handful of times; he knew what would hurt, and stayed away from it from then on. In elementary school Vic was always kind of bored with the work. It was easy, he did it fast, and then went off and read a book or watched tv or played a game. His dad forced him into sports, which he disliked until later on, but it grew on him, and he sort of 'accepted' that he had to play. This was the sort of domineering type that his father was. His father was ALWAYS right, and Vic was GOING to do what he said. Gary finally went too far with Margaret, who he treated the same way, and she divorced him. Vic found out about the divorce on his 12th birthday.

Moving into junior high and high school, Vic realized he actually liked sports, and was pretty good at basketball, and decent at field events in track. It was refreshing for him to want to do these things, and so he kept at it, instead of just playing video games at home. As for friends, Vic talked with everyone from every circle; if he saw someone halfway often, they were his friend. His best friends however, were a fairly small group, yet eclectic group, held together in the beginning by the force of Vic's will and gregariousness. They didn't go to parties, they didn't drink or do drugs, they just hung out at local places or each others houses, talking about girls, playing games, reading books, watching movies.

After taking the PSAT sophomore year, and scoring very well, the United States Military Academy sent Vic a leaflet of information on how to start his application. This started Vic's road down to his eventual acceptance to the Academy. Vic had always, since he remembered, thought that serving others was more honorable than serving himself, one of many beliefs totally free from his parents that he had developed. While he had developed his own strong beliefs and personal convictions, his actions were always influenced unduly by his parents will.

Vic's realization of how humanity operates happened during his senior year. Having just played a vicious and hard won basketball game, and having a picture of him blocking the star player's wouldbe-lay up into the backboard plastered on the sports section of the newspaper in Huddleston, Texas, the same location he'd lived since he was six(his parents having split there before his father was stationed in San Antonio and then came back to Huddleston as a 1SG) everyone at his school, all the super popular kids, knew his name and wanted to hang out. He took this in a more-than-cynical manner for him, completely blew off the fawning girls and superjocks for his true friends.

Through all of this, Vic had been applying to USMA, and finally, after 3 years of not being able to get a Congressional or Senators nomination to the Academy, got accepted at the age of 21. It was here that his family's control over him became apparent. Both his parents had liked him being near home, working local jobs, where they could control him with the promise of added money to whatever he was making, or paying for rent as long as he came over twice a week, or other things. His father, upset instead of proud that his son would do better than he, became harsher and crueler. His mother tried to play mindgames about it, attempting to foreshadow a mental breakdown if he left for the far off state of New York for school.

He left anyways, but an unfortunate incident knocked him out of the Academy before his third year was complete. He lied for who he thought was his best friend and roommate at the Academy, went against the very Honor Code he had swore to uphold for a friend he thought was in need. That friend stabbed him in the back, and Vic paid for it. He got kicked out, and was forced due to his contract with the Army to serve 5 years as a non-promotable specialist. When he went back home for a brief amount of Leave before shipping off to AIT(advanced Individual Training) as a Cavalry Scout, the blow up happened.

His father, now retired and working as a Russian linguistics and intel instructor at Camp Featherstone(the Army post in Huddleston) attempted to shame him for ruining his career for a turncoat friend/ Vic had had enough of Gary's bullshit over the years, VIc never being good enough for Gary's love, Vic never doing right, and punched Gary. As hard as he could. As Gary lay bleeding from his broken nose, Vic told him never to speak to him, never to seek him out, ever again. Gary went downtown to meet his stepsister Ann, and told her of the exchange. While they were talking about what happened in Ann's room, Vic's mother Margaret stormed in, having gotten a call from her ex-husband about what happened. Screaming like a madwoman, she told him to get out of her house because she'd called the cops and told them he hit his dad and then come to her house and hit her. Ann rushed Vic out of the backdoor before the cops got there and went back inside screaming and fighting with her stepmom.

Vic ran.

Several days later, before checking in for AIT at Fort Knox, Vic called Ann, who explained that she locked his mom in her room, and when the cops came she told them the truth about Vic not touching his mom before his mom could manipulate them, so no charges were filed from her. His father was too embarrassed by being punched out by his son to file a report.

After AIT was over, Vic got sent back to New York, a little farther north this time. He spent five years stationed at Fort Drum as a Specialist, unable to be promoted due to his contract with the Army. Through those five years, he had been to Afghanistan three times, deploying almost as soon as he got to post from AIT and getting his equipment. When his five years were up, instead of getting out and resenting what happened at the Academy, he re-upped and was ready to get a real career going in the military. He is currently stationed with Red Platoon, Delta("Dragoons") Troop, 3rd Battalion, 7th Cavalry Regiment of 3rd Brigade, 10th Mountain Division.

Anything else?- my first serious attempt at RP-ing! let me know if I Gary Sue up or start godmodding! I will surely try to keep away from it, i don't like stepping on toes... That being said, being ex-military IRL, i don't mind constructive criticism, it can be tough as long as its helpful!

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Sample RP-
Vic was already breathing heavy. Him and Derek "Stinson' Collard had been moving through the backalleys and buildings for several hours now, and the wear from what they were seeing and doing was taking its toll.

They had to find a decent shelter soon, sit down and boil some water and eat and just chill for a day or two until they had rested and washed up.

Vic ticked off the time in his head. It had been two weeks since Red Platoon of the Dragoons, the best God-damn Cav Troop in the Army, had been choppered in to Seize and Hold the Staten Island Ferry for one last civilian evac run. They had no clue what they were going into, no clue what the Delta boys they were holding the Ferry station for were going to find inside, and no clue what was going to come for them when the staccato 'Pop' of rounds echoed through the neighboring buildings.

Two weeks since almost his whole platoon was wiped out by a bunch of JDAMs dropped on the Ferry while he and his LP/OP¹ watched helplessly. Why the fuck hadn't they evac-ed them back out? That shit wasn't friendly fire, that was straight up treason as far as Vic was concerned.

As they reached the next corner, they saw it led one direction, shooting off to the right. Vic squated down next to the corner, and Stinson stacked up behind him, standing. At Vic's signal they both moved around the corner, Vic taking a knee and Stinson standing over him.

Three shamblers were staring up at a corpse hanging from a fireladder.

Vic made an upward stabbing motion with his right hand, and him and Stinson let go of their rifles carefully to let the snap-slings pull the guns to their bodies and pulled combat knives. Vic moved swiftly and quietly, grabbing the nearest shambler by the forehead and yanking the head back as he shoved the knife up through the roof of the shambler's mouth and into its brain.

As he withdrew the knife the shambler slumped to the ground quickly, and Vic turned to see Stinson executing the same maneuver, a modified sentry kill that took most of the damn things down without much of a fuss, as long as they don't know you're there.

The third shambler, its hearing apparently undiminished by its transition from human to walking dead-thing, turned its head and looked Vic right in the eyes.

It never stopped unnerving him that these ex-people looked at him like he was the tastiest chicken fried steak in the world.

As the shambler started walking towards Vic, he pointed the knife at it and whispered to Stinson "You or me, man? This one looks a little like my stepsis..."

"Waaaa, always whining" was the muffled response from behind Stinson's balaclava² as he slinked behind the shambler advancing towards Vic. Vic backed away and clinked the knife against the wall as he retreated, getting slightly irritated at Stinson for taking so long. This thing really does look like Ann, and he needs to hurry the FUCK up before I get mad, Vic thought to himself as he rolled his eyes.


STAB

TWIST

WITHDRAW

As the third shambler fell over, Vic and Stinson cleaned their knives off on the shambler rags and began moving again, looking for a good vantage point to wait out the next day while they rested their bodies and minds from the endless monotony of killing their former fellow men, women, countrymen. Vic promised himself, like he did every time he took one of these things down, that he'd not become one of them, that he'd make it out of this alive, even if he had to kill every damn shambler and runner in Staten Island.

He really wished him and Stinson could find someone else that was still alive though...the suicides like the body dangling from the fire escape that had given them the jump on the shamblers was beginning to get disconcerting, especially since they hadn't seen a real person in almost two weeks...


¹: Listening Post/Observation Post. A station outside of a normal position that can provide overwatch for possible enemy avenues of approach.
²: A head/facial cover some military personnel use. Normally used for harsh weather, it can be pulled up to cover the lower face, over the head to leave the face exposed while the head is covered, or can cover both face and head leaving only the area around the eyes exposed. Stinson wears it the final way, to keep anything from getting on his exposed skin or in his mouth.