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Jolly Roger

Leader of the largest bandit clan in the Mojave.

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a character in “The Desert Pilgrims”, as played by Messiah

Description

Name: Roger Walton, aka Jolly Roger

Age: 52

Gender: Male

Description: An intimidating man, standing at 6'4" and well-built, weighing in at more than 220 pounds. He has dark shaggy hair and a medium beard. His face is scarred by battle damage and physical abuse taken over the years, giving him an almost lopsided look to his face - his dark eyes in particular.

Roger's manner of dress is fairly typical to that of the bandits, and particularly those within his own clan, being leather and metal. However, unlike Partisans, the metal that he wears is rarely scavenged from aliens, and more commonly salvaged from humans, due to the frequency in which they attack normal settlements.

Biography: Of Irish ancestry, Roger Walton was born in Boston in 1971. His childhood wasn't easy, with his parents divorcing when he was less than four years old. But, it seemed clear from the start that neither parent really wanted him around, evidenced by the fact that they usually gave him to someone else to take care of. With his mother, it was her mother he was often left with while his own mother was away for "work". He never found out explicitly what she was doing, but after some years, he came to some conclusions. As for his father, Roger was often left with his father's brother while his father went drinking. Occasionally, his father would watch over Roger, but he rarely paid attention to the boy.

In his uncle, Roger found more of a father figure, though he was a harsh disciplinarian. His uncle had been a boxer, and from him, Roger learned to box as well. The discipline his uncle imparted on him made him a talented fighter in which he won many fights. However, in 1993, his uncle was killed in a case of mistaken identity, leaving him without that disciplining influence in his life. As a result, he fell into a downward spiral of crime and drug use that led the once-promising amateur boxer into prison on assault charges.

While in prison, he moved up the ladder gradually with a show of strength and intelligence and soon became the top dog of his own group of prisoners. At the start of the invasion, he was still in prison, along with many of the friends he had acquired. Early on, when the aliens attacked Boston, a riot started, which ultimately led to the escape of Roger and his crew.

Roger and his crew migrated west over time, slowly devolving from typical criminals to a roving band of murderous and thieving marauders with little regard to the lives of innocents. They later adopted a policy that would allow anyone from raided caravans, settlements, or other parties to join their clan if they wished to join, or spare their own lives, much like pirates of old would do.

Recently, Roger and his clan have stayed in the Mojave, simply due to the presence of larger settlements like Sanctuary and Garland. They know that rumors of these settlements spread quickly and it's bound to attract travelers, which he and his clan can pick off.

Skills: Roger is a clever man with leadership abilities no one could rightly deny, having gathered such a large group of people. The man is also a fighter in every sense of the word, knowing how to throw fists, use guns, and any assortment of other weapons.

So begins...

Jolly Roger's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Lilly Cartwright Character Portrait: Yolanda Gunn Character Portrait: Braxton Briggs Character Portrait: Moses Finley Character Portrait: John Callum Character Portrait: Jolly Roger Character Portrait: Marina Preston
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#, as written by Messiah
Fort Defiance

"Commander," A partisan pushed his way into the commander's office. He was young. Probably wouldn't be old enough to sign up for the military if he was in the old world. Sixteen, maybe seventeen.

The aging veteran, Braxton Briggs, stood up, "What is it, son?"

"Sanders and Jones haven't come back from scout duty. They were supposed to be back an hour ago."

Briggs remained silent for a while before nodding, his lips pressed firmly together. Something could have held them up. Or, it could be worse.

"Give them another hour. If they don't show up, go out there and find them. Take Carson and Reeves with you."

"Yes, sir."

Somewhere in the Mojave Desert

The fearsome bandit leader and two of his most trusted friends, both of whom he'd been with since Boston, stood above a pair of cowering travelers. Behind them and all around them were the rest of the Crossbones clan, numbering nearly forty, and each of them was holding a weapon of some kind. The newer the member, the worse weapon they had.

At Roger's right stood Lane Jackson, nicknamed Calico Jack, and he held an assault rifle. While, at his left, Sam Morgan, nicknamed Black Sam, held a shotgun.

"Now," Roger began, addressing the civilians, "You may have heard of me. They call me Jolly Roger. You've probably heard that I'm vicious and merciless, but that's just not true. I'm giving you a chance to walk away from here alive." He paused, watching their reactions briefly, "All you have to do is agree to join our clan. I can't guarantee how long you will survive with us, but if you don't join us, you will die."

There were five of them. An older man, probably in his seventies. It was likely a miracle that the man had survived even this long. Then there was a woman, probably his daughter; she looked like she was in her forties or fifties. Finally, there were three who looked to be the woman's children, a daughter who looked be in her mid-twenties, and two sons - probably twins - who looked to be no older than nineteen.

"Anybody who wants to be spared, stand up."

There was a long silence as they all looked at each other.

Roger's face turned into a menacing scowl, "Last chance."

At that, the two youngest boys stood up to the horror of his family beside them.

"Why are you doing this?" the sister asked, her eyes pleading.

"They're going to kill us!" one of the boys retorted.

"So you'd rather--" the sister began, only to be cut off by a gunshot. She and her mother screamed as the old man fell to the ground, dead from a bullet wound to the head.

The bandit leader had grown impatient and had executed the man to force them to make a choice. Besides, he was too old to be useful anyway.

"Hurry up and make your choice!" Roger growled.

They all looked to Roger in horror, the boys included, but nobody said anything. Roger sighed, waiting their responses, growing even more impatient.

After another moment or two of horrified looks between family members, Roger fired two more bullets. The first one into the older woman and the second into the younger, killing them both.

The boys stared at Roger, and one of them took a step back. And then he turned and began to run.

Roger looked over to Calico Jack, who raised his weapon and fired. The bullets shredded through the boy's torso and he collapsed to the ground in a heap. His friend even went through the trouble of walking over to the boy's body and firing a few extra shots into him.

"Now," Roger said, looking to the only surviving family member - the same one who had pleaded his case to his family, "Are you going to run?"

Hastily, the boy shook his head, already afraid of the bandit clan leader.

"Good choice. What's your name?"

"Will," he answered quietly.

"Welcome to the Crossbones, Will."

Back in Sanctuary

Yolanda's attentiveness to the details of the town never ceased to both astound and amuse John. He didn't consider himself out of the loop, not by any means, being the mayor of Sanctuary, but her knowledge far surpassed his own, and it even surpassed Finley's, who was supposed to know about everyone in town. That was his job.

John had to consider his options now. All the names Yolanda had said were all at least somewhat familiar to him, except for Gary Lane's - Callum was more than familiar with the proprietor of Freedom Incarnate. With the others, he felt like he'd at least given them a friendly hello on one occasion or another.

As he sat, he leaned forward and placed his hands on what served as a desk in front of him. He knew enough about Yolanda to know that she didn't come to his office everyday, and a lot of times, she came to his office to speak to him about something. It was fortunate that she did come, at any rate, due to the arrival of Michael Garland.

True to his nature, John came right out with the question. "What have you come to talk about?"
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Doctor Gutierrez listened intently before going to inspect the girl's leg. After a moment or two, she looked back to the younger of the two women standing with her. "You have no idea how lucky you all are. A centimeter in any direction and she'd have bled out. I'll do what I can, but I don't think she'll walk right from now on. She likely has permanent nerve and tissue damage." She looked between the mother and her two daughters, "When dealing with bullet wounds, it's a good idea to get it taken care of as soon as possible."

The doctor turned towards one of the cabinets she had in the room, found a pair of gloves, a needle, and some antibiotics. She approached the younger daughter and injected the antibiotics into her leg, "I don't mean to lay a guilt trip on you." After injecting the antibiotics, she retrieved some bandages and wrapped the leg, "She should stay off her feet for a while, just to let it heal - as much as it's going to. I'll bring you some crutches."

Gutierrez then took off her gloves, tossed them into the trash, and exited the room. Several seconds later, she returned with a set of crutches, which she set against the wall. Then, finally, she offered her hand, first to the mother, and then to the daughter, "I'm Doctor Lisa Gutierrez."

"Amber Cartwright."

"I'm Lilly. And that's Holly," the daughter said, motioning towards her younger sister.

"I'm sorry our meeting wasn't under better circumstances, but welcome to Sanctuary. You're welcome to stay here until she wakes up," the doctor announced with a small, friendly smile, looking towards Holly.
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Finley folded his arms as Marina turned to go back into Jack's place, and looked towards Dan and Elias, who smiled nervously at the sheriff. He kept his eyes on the pair, carefully observing their expressions while they all waited. The younger and taller one, Elias, averted his eyes, looking down to the floor, while Dan gave Finley the same nervous smile as he rubbed the back of his head.

The sound of the door opening caused them all to look back. It was Jack, followed by Marina. He spoke to the sheriff directly.

“You don’t need to look no further, I’ll come willingly.”

Moses unfolded his arms and nodded to Jack, grateful for both his and Marina's compliance, "Thank you, Jack." There was more that he wanted to add, but he refrained, wary of appearing biased towards Jack.

Finley had his own theories about what had gone down. Jack had been increasingly unstable lately, but he had a suspicion that Dan and Elias had something to do with what happened, based on Marina's reactions to them, their uncomfortable manner, and Jack's current unwillingness to make eye contact with the pair. Of course that could just be his guilt at drawing a gun on them.

The sheriff led the others to his own office, which was next door to the mayor's, but smaller. The interior was small as well, just a desk that was flanked by a few doors, one of which served as a makeshift cell. But, he didn't want to have to lock up Jack. At least not until hearing what he had to say for himself.

Besides the chair behind his desk, there were a few chairs, which he motioned to, "Sit, please."

After a moment's hesitation and an exchanged look between Dan and Elias, they sat, as did Jack and, eventually, Marina. Finley looked between those sat before him, before his gaze stopped on Marina.

"Tell me what happened."