Description
Name: Doser Bulard
Age: 32 ("..ish.")
Gender: Male ("..and available, ladies. Reow..")
Rank: Black Knight
Always wears the same leather jacket with jeans and black, steel-toe combat boots, no matter the weather. His pockets bulge in various places from all of the equipment he carries with him. At 5' 10", 185lbs, his physique can be quite intimidating, especially when he gets to throwing it around, and his dull, grey eyes and shaved head tend not to dissuade from this fact. His body is ranged with various scars and burn marks from his many brushes with death, and his hands are calloused and rough; courtesy of a life long lived doing what has to be done. Can often be found smoking a cigarette, and will always carry a pack of smokes on his person.
Personality
Outwardly violent and rash. Has often gotten himself into trouble for his antics. In spite of his behavior, he is often regarded as one of the most loyal of The Black Chess, as well as the most feared. Known as a butcher of men, Doser excels at torture, and is always experimenting to find the greatest method of extracting information. More than once, his "subjects" have died accidentally, due to his intense and extreme ways. Due to his rugged and undisciplined manner, he is just as likely to kill his teammates as he is the enemy; as such, he often finds himself on solo ventures, which suits him just fine. Not the brightest bulb in the pack, but extremely resourceful and dangerous. On his off days, he can usually be found at the local pub, womanizing the patrons and getting himself into all kinds of trouble.
Equipment
Whatever he can get his hands on; the bigger it is, the better. Often deals in explosives, launchers, or other heavy weapons and rarely, if ever, carries the same weapon twice. The only exception is his trench knife, which he has had on his person for as long as he, or anyone else, can remember. It is unclear as to whether or not it has any sentimental value.
The jacket he wears is made from a light kevlar, originally intended to be used by cyclists on the autobahn. As such, it is highly ressistant to stabbing and blunt-force impact. In addition to this, Doser has added small, thin sheets of steel to the lining to make the jacket more durable against small-arms fire. Heavier rounds, such as the 5.56 and .45 will still penetrate, but may be less effective.
Doser happens to be in possesion of a new type of full-body armor that protects 97% of the body, from every angle. It was originally designed in the early 2000's, but was never fully realized untill around 2013. He's never worn it, but keeps it in his quarters, for a rainy day.
(Images above are photos of the Trojan Suit, an actual invention, created by Canadian ex-military Troy Hurtubise)
History
Doesn't like to talk about it.
"Doesn't matter where I've been. Matters more where I'm goin."
Previously in the story..
Doser has been hearing of a new chop shop in town for the past few days. Strangely.. he hasn't been seeing any new revenue from that part of town.. What makes these blokes think they can do business wherever they damn well please?! Taking a bit of initiative, Dozer shows up, in the flesh, with two of The Black Chess's pawns, to ascertain just what the hell those bluds were thinking. After a brief "scuffle" the men just sort of.. turned up dead. In the chaos, the two Pawns Dozer had brought along had, somehow, managed to get in his way. Shame, that.. After returning to his vehicle to retrieve some goodies, Dozer finds an envelope that hadn't been there, before.. word of a new assignment.
Presently
Doser has been sent by the Black King to meet up with Zale, the second Black Knight. Recently, Zale had failed to hold onto the White Queen, and had allowed her to escape before revealing any pertinent information. He has been instructed to deal with Zale descreetly, and to report his findings before taking action. Depending on how Zale represents himself, his latest blunder could be his last..
