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LittleCaesar may or may not be the foretold prophet who would bring to the Homeland a variety of cheap and at least mostly edible recipes for doughy, pepperoni-infused brah!nz to the zambah Homeland - some say he is the one, others just a dead harman delivery boy with a little '''too''' much dedication to his job (that might explain the toga and the olive wreath, anyway). Whatever the case, these days he works door to door in quite a different capacity, knocking down hateful barricades to get at all the chewy, tasty bits inside wherever the [[Ridleybank_Resistance_Front|Ridleybank Resistance Front's]] [[DoHS/TeamAmerica|Team America]] comes calling. Still a babah zombie by most reckonings, he strives to do his horde proud, improve the flavor of found brains with a variety of questionably-hygienic additives, root out the taint of harmanity wherever it be found in the Homeland, and spread holy barhah wherever he shambles. | LittleCaesar may or may not be the foretold prophet who would bring to the Homeland a variety of cheap and at least mostly edible recipes for doughy, pepperoni-infused brah!nz to the zambah Homeland - some say he is the one, others just a dead harman delivery boy with a little '''too''' much dedication to his job (that might explain the toga and the olive wreath, anyway). Whatever the case, these days he works door to door in quite a different capacity, knocking down hateful barricades to get at all the chewy, tasty bits inside wherever the [[Ridleybank_Resistance_Front|Ridleybank Resistance Front's]] [[DoHS/TeamAmerica|Team America]] comes calling. Presumably he was American at some point, or else has developed some Pavlovian response that causes him to enter a slathering fury whenever the words 'FUCK YEAH!' are uttered. Still a babah zombie by most reckonings, he strives to do his horde proud, improve the flavor of found brains with a variety of questionably-hygienic additives, root out the taint of harmanity wherever it be found in the Homeland, and spread holy barhah wherever he shambles. | ||
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Revision as of 03:43, 20 May 2009
F/Sgt MarcusFilby, RAF No. 22 Squadron, C Flight
Listed MIA in Malton: 6 Oct 2008
The Past
Prior to a forced landing in Clapton Stadium during the initial stages of the Malton outbreak, F/Sgt Filby happily served as a RAF Sea King crew chief out of Anglesey, Wales. Presently, his only involvement with his past employer is throwing empty beer bottles at any of the choppers foolish enough to fly low over Malton around Christmastime, refusing to pick him up. As an avowed bachelor with little in the way of surviving family, F/Sgt Filby's M.I.A. status aroused little uproar after the disappearance of his flight in Malton, and the Ministry of Defence has subsequently classified him as presumed deceased. While some might consider this a setback, Mr. Filby has come to see the bright side of the matter as he is apparently absolved of all his standing debts (of which there were many) and can finally live free from the harrying persecution of speed cameras and traffic wardens.
Upon coming to terms with the fact that he was stranded in the quarantine zone and realizing that there was little demand for career chopper crewmen, F/Sgt Filby put his military training to good use and signed up with the Malton Police Department in hopes of seeing some semblance of order returned to the decimated city. Enrolled in the KoTD campus of the DEM Academy, he experienced the usual baptism by fire typical of Academy cadets, leading a small team of MPD and MCDU recruits during RRF incursions into the Roftwood area and a Mall Tour 09 visit to Nichols in Stanbury Village. Upon graduation he received his Sergeant's stripes and was posted to Holly Crescent PD in West Grayside, though more often than not this period found him up in Kempsterbank, opposing the MoB's thrust through that suburb. After this action he was promoted to Chief Inspector of his district, just as Mall Tour rolled through Wyke Hills on its way towards Pole Mall in West Grayside, bringing Filby's Malton journey full circle.The Present
Chief Inspector Filby presently oversees MPD operations in the DEM's SE-4 district including West Grayside, his home away from home. A proud graduate of the KoTD division of the DEM Academy, CI Filby seeks to discharge his duties with the honour and excellence exemplified by campus traditions. Eschewing the more populated ranks of DEM's western divisions, he's found reward in the east as a mobile, enterprising representative of the MPD's Counter-Terrorism Command, working hand in hand with numerous other survivor groups to tackle objectives larger than his division's limited resources could hope to handle. His beat has introduced him to many of Malton's most optimistic and enduring souls, an unexpected prize of office he cherishes more than anything else about his job.
DEM Service Record
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Enrolled 30 December 2008 | SE-4, 28 February 2009 | SE-4, 22 March 2009 |
Graduated 24 February 2009 | Operation Ronda | Operation Pole Dance |
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Roftwood | Kempsterbank | West Grayside |
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B!ZZHA B!ZZHA
LittleCaesar may or may not be the foretold prophet who would bring to the Homeland a variety of cheap and at least mostly edible recipes for doughy, pepperoni-infused brah!nz to the zambah Homeland - some say he is the one, others just a dead harman delivery boy with a little too much dedication to his job (that might explain the toga and the olive wreath, anyway). Whatever the case, these days he works door to door in quite a different capacity, knocking down hateful barricades to get at all the chewy, tasty bits inside wherever the Ridleybank Resistance Front's Team America comes calling. Presumably he was American at some point, or else has developed some Pavlovian response that causes him to enter a slathering fury whenever the words 'FUCK YEAH!' are uttered. Still a babah zombie by most reckonings, he strives to do his horde proud, improve the flavor of found brains with a variety of questionably-hygienic additives, root out the taint of harmanity wherever it be found in the Homeland, and spread holy barhah wherever he shambles.
Carnage Wreaked
Kills: | ??? |
Ruins: | 1 |
Gennies Eaten (Ruffage): | 1 |
ZABHARMANs: | 1 |
Times CR'd: | 2 |
Avenged CR w/ DARE Fury: | 0 |
Rotters Returned to Barhah's Light: | 1 |
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