Post by Donovan Jenkins on Dec 29, 2008 0:55:50 GMT -5
p.b. Michael Clarke Duncan
Name: Donovan "Bulldog" Jenkins
Current Rank: First Lieutenant
Age: 44
Sex: Male
Place of Birth: Philadelphia, PA
Race: African American
Nationality: American
Languages: English
Hair Color: bald
Eye Color: brown
Height: 6'8"
Weight: 290 lbs
Relations: Father - Tyrone Williams (deceased), Mother - Michelle Jenkins (deceased), Brother - Sean Jenkins, Sister - Serena Jenkins
Marital Status: Single
Profession: Soldier
Specialties: Heavy weapons, explosives, demolitions, hand-to-hand combat, heavy lifting
Weapon(s): General Electric handheld minigun, Desert Eagle .357 w/ attached laser sight, 20" machete
Personality: Donovan maintains an intimidating image to those he doesn't know, but is a big joker with those he holds dear.
Brief History: Donovan "Bulldog" Jenkins was born in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania prior to the city's bombing. Fathered by an escaped criminal, Don lacked the fatherly figure in his early life. Once he was old enough, he was quickly forced to adopt that position himself, helping his mother raise and protect his younger siblings.
Once all control was lost in the city, Don and his family fleed to the suburbs on a convoy of Greyhound buses. Along the way, the convoy was delayed, and before they could reach their destination, night fell. The buses pressed on as fast as they could, mowing down waves of infected in their path. However, the lead bus hit a pile of debris and overturned, while the others darted down separate streets, becoming separated.
The Jenkins' bus managed to catch an onramp to I-95, however an even worse sight lay ahead of them. It was a gridlock of old cars from the days of the initial infection...people that had tried to flee. There was nowhere left to run. In a panic, the bus driver tried to pull a U-turn, however in the heat of the moment he misjudged the turn and the bus wedged itself between an old semi and the concrete barrier.
It wasn't long before the infected caught up with the bus, clambering up the front and banging on the exposed windshield. The passengers were all unarmed, unable to defend themselves. The infected continued to pound and scrape at the windshield, which began to crack and splinter. Eventually the glass gave way and the hordes began squeezing through the hole, towards the helpless victims. Just as they began mauling the driver, a blinding light shone from somewhere in front of the bus. The infected screamed in out in searing pain in unison, and clambered around uncontrollably, their skin sizzling and burning. Shortly after, the silhouette of three soldiers in full gear appeared climbing through the broken windshield of the bus. One of them extended a hand to help Donovan's siblings out, then himself and his mother.
It was the U.S. military, and though he was only 11 at the time, Donovan swore to dedicate the rest of his life to those who had saved his family. So as soon as he was of age, he enlisted, and eventually ended up stationed in Las Vegas, rising through the ranks slowly but surely, and eventually hooking up with the Wraiths as their heavy weapons expert and second-in-command.