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Mar 29, 2019 23:36:31 GMT
Post by Dexter Sterling on Mar 29, 2019 23:36:31 GMT
Dexter let out a low chuckle as he strode close to where Emily had nearly met her desired fate of death by dog. Woobie, seemingly tired after his outburst, would lazily trail along wherever she went, at least until he found another nice spot of sunlight to lay in. Yes, it wasn't a stretch to say much of Dexter's life revolved around his canine companions. It was a relatively simple existence he found welcome in contrast to the complex (to put it lightly) nature of his past.
"Friends fall out of touch." Dexter spoke, his voice clear and almost prophetic in tone. "You leave jobs. Boyfriends and girlfriends come and go." A smile shone through the scraggly beard that'd formed over the last couple months. "A dog's love is forever." He extended a hand toward Woobie who happily accepted a gentle petting.
With a short clearing of his throat, Dexter finally gave the young woman his full attention. It was almost startling every time he saw her how much she'd grown. In many she was indicative of how much time had passed him by during his years in the Army. No matter where in the world he was or how long he was there it was often lost on him that life back home was still moving on. It left holes in relationships as people grew apart. It pulled parents away from their children, leaving lost time that could never be gotten back. It made family friends not realize it'd been nearly fifteen years since they'd seen the little girl her parents loved so much.
"Anyway." Dexter waved a hand, dismissing the overly cheesy philosophizing. He was awkward socially and it showed. He'd spent so much of his life disconnected from the outside world it made even the 13 year difference between himself and his student feel like an insurmountable generation gap. "You're probably not here to listen to me talk about my dogs." He muttered, frowning a little as he glanced backward to the other two dogs who were now sitting expectantly a few feet behind him. "I already did the checks and everything." Dexter turned back to Emily and gestured in the vague direction of the airstrip. "Chopper's ready to go when you are."
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Mar 14, 2019 22:52:15 GMT
Post by Dexter Sterling on Mar 14, 2019 22:52:15 GMT
Dexter's gaze shifted from the horizon to the approaching young woman. He recognized her immediately, and yet the elderly dog at his side was a shade quicker. A thin smile touched Dexter's features as Woobie exploded forward. Even though the canine may have had been a bit weathered, he still had bursts of puppy-like energy he saved up for occasions such as this. His owner, however, was somewhat of a different story.
The worn vet slowly got to his feet, wincing a little as the last remnants of cold lingering in the air had caused knees worn from too many hard years in his relatively young life to stiffen. "Morning." He called to Emily, stifling a light laugh at the way Woobie happily accepted the offered affection. Dexter went to speak again but a clatter behind him cut him off. He turned, glancing back toward the garage just as two much more youthful dogs had barreled out into the open sun. The first, a spry, agile brindle patterned border collie easily outpaced his companion, a much slower, plodding German Shepherd pup.
"Mack!" Dexter's voice boomed with a rarely heard depth and authority. The border collie immediately froze in his track and took a seat on his haunches. "Gunner!" The Shepherd attempted to do the same with far less control. His paws slid against the loose dirt of the path and sent him tumbling into the smaller dog. Some flailing and a short exchange of barking later saw both dogs sitting obediently as Dexter made is way toward them. They looked up to him, tongues hanging from curious, expectant maws.
"Sorry about that." Dexter replied with a light chuckle. His hand lightly brushed each of the younger dogs as he walked past them. As if on cue they each, in turn, stood and trotted along beside him. "Woobie and Mack are harmless." Of course he knew Emily was already aware of this. "But if Gunner gets too excited he'll take both of us down."
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Post by Dexter Sterling on Mar 13, 2019 4:46:45 GMT
You couldn't find your peace Within the bitterness that burns For the sleeping dogs that lie Forever to returnA bluesy, soulful song filled the air mingling occasionally with the familiar clanks of metal against metal that emanated from the open garage door. Dexter, as he was so often found, was elbow-deep into the hood of his latest project, a dusty, faded-orange muscle car, tinkering away. The mid-morning chill, despite the sun's best efforts, had yet to fully burn off though he didn't seem to mind. The property he'd bought years before his retirement had suited the former military pilot just fine. It was quiet, isolated and was just a few hundred yards away from the small private airstrip he maintained.
"What do you think, Woobie?" Dexter asked the old golden retriever that was splayed out on the driveway just outside the garage. The elder pup had found a pleasant patch of sun to lay in while Dexter worked. At the sound of the voice, the dog's ears perked up and his tail began to steadily wag. Large brown eyes turned upward, though the dog's head didn't move. "Should we go with a something modern or keep it classic?" Still the tail flapped, happy with the attention. Dexter stood straight, casting a short glance toward the dog. He chuckled lightly before pulling the mechanic's gloves off his hands and setting them on a workbench nearby.
"Nevermind." Dexter continued talking with the dog, another common occurrence on mornings such as this. He took a deep breath before lifting a still steaming cup of coffee from the bench on his way toward where Woobie was laying. "You know." Dexter let out a low grunt as he lowered himself to sit beside his longtime canine companion. "Sometimes I think you've got this whole 'life' thing figured out." He smiled at the dog, reaching over with his free hand to offer a hearty skritch behind the ears. Another exhale of breath fully settled Dexter as he simply sat, taking in the quiet morning.
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Post by Dexter Sterling on Feb 18, 2019 2:34:33 GMT
[googlefont="Krub"] [attr="class","boldtext"] dexter allen Sterling LOOKS LIKE tom hardy - ABBREVIATED DEPARTMENT OF DEFENSE SERVICE RECORD - NAME: Sterling, Dexter A UNIT: 160th SOAR (A) BRANCH: US ARMY RANK/GRADE: Chief Warrant Officer 4 (CW4) HOME OF RECORD: San Diego, CA * SELECTED SERVICE NOTES * 1999 - Initial Entry - Attended BCT and Warrant Officer Candidate School * 2000 - Assigned to Combat Aviation Brigade, 10th Mountain Division * 2003 - Assigned to 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment (Airborne) * 2004-2018 - [Record Blocked] * 2018 - Awarded honorable discharge * NOTABLE AWARDS, COMMENDATIONS, AND BADGES Senior Army Aviation Badge US Army Parachutist Badge US Army Pathfinder's Bade US Army Air Medal Silver Star Medal Global War on Terrorism Service Medal Meritorious Unit Commendation Bronze Star Medal w/'V' Device Purple Heart
To the naked eye Dexter Sterling is an unassuming individuals. He's a man of few words and chooses to keep to himself more often than not. Beneath the surface, however, Dexter carries a number of stories that belie his passive, quiet demeanor. As a mutant (discovered when he was just 12 years old during a routine sports physical for middle school football) he attended Bellefonte Academy. Upon his graduation he enlisted in the US Army where he would remain for the next 20 years. Just as he'd stepped away from one war Dexter finds himself staring directly at another. This time it's his own kind who find themselves under attack. He heard horror stories of others like him being hunted down, never to be heard from again. So far no secretive government agents have come knocking at his door and that suits him just fine. As someone who had given damn near his entire being to a higher purpose that spit him out the moment he had nothing left to offer, Dexter was reluctant to take up arms. Instead, he operates a small, private airfield just off the coast where he lives, houses mutants on the run, and serves as a transporter for those looking to escape the oppression of the government. 🎂 38 🧠Male 💕 straight 💼 Freelance pilot 🧬 enhanced durability 📒 Enhanced Durability and Healing
Dexter's skin and muscle tissue is much denser than a normal human's and, when coupled with a drastically increased rate of cell growth and development, has resulted in Dexter being capable of withstanding and recovering from a great deal of physical punishment as well as the capacity to endure the elements on extreme levels.
LIMITATIONS
- Dexter is not bullet proof or incapable of being harmed. While a bullet will tear his flesh and embed itself into his body, his tougher than normal frame prevents all but the highest caliber rounds from penetrating deep enough to cause an exit wound, limiting the amount of damage he receives.
- The power does not extend to internal maladies. He is just as susceptible to toxins, illness and disease as anyone and the recovery time from any of the above is the same as a normal human's.
- The scope of his power is limited to himself. It cannot be transmitted to others, nor can it be turn 'on' or 'off'. It's always active and control is negligible.
- Dexter is more resistant to heat and corrosive elements (such as fire and acid, respectively) than a normal person, though less so than kinetic or piercing damage.
- The strength of his skin tissue can also hinder medical procedures such as invasive surgeries or intravenous medication necessitating the need for specialty equipment and personnel when dealing with grievous injuries or illness.
SIDE-EFFECTS
- Dexter's enhanced cellular growth manifests itself with a greatly increased metabolism. As a result his needed daily caloric intake is nearly doubled from the human norms. Failure to adhere to this strict need could result in headaches, nausea and fatigue.
- Dexter's power affects his sleep patterns. He's been known to go for days on no or minimal (1-2 hours) of sleep before crashing for excessive (12+ hours) lengths of time.
- The dense, rigid nature of Dexter's skin tissue makes him susceptible to certain maladies such as irritation, flaking and redness. To combat this, Dexter makes liberal use of moisturizers and lotions on a regular basis. PLAYED BY pup PuppyMaster#0713 Male » USA/PST » Old [newclass=".boldtext b"]font-family:Krub; color: #7a4d6e;[/newclass] |
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