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 Jonathan Schaeffer, 36 | Stranger | Henrik
Jonathan Schaeffer
 Posted: Apr 19 2017, 07:16 PM
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Stranger
Henrik


Schaeffer
Jonathan Dunham
birth date
06/26/1980
occupation
Drifter
status
Widower
Sexuality
Heterosexual

APPEARANCE

Wiry build with chiseled muscles, and not an ounce of excessive fat. Unkempt, black hair, pale face with sharp lines, dark beard stubble and pale green eyes seemingly caught in a permanent squint. His face, too, seems to always retain the same disinterested facial expression, even in a fight.

Usually wears practical clothes like cargo pants or jeans, boots, henley shirts and M65 jackets.

PERSONALITY

A many year soldier, Schaeffer is silent and stoic; He prefers not to talk to people at all, but if he has to, he is usually, again a remnant of his military past, short and laconic in his words. He does not mince words and does not hesitate to be rude if he feels it is warranted, nor does he hesitate to resort to violence if the same applies.

Having seen conflict in many parts of the world, either as a soldier or a mercenary, while he does not suffer from PTSD or nightmares, he carries with him many a horror seen, which together with the military has shaped him into the person he is.

As a former mercenary, Schaeffer is not a stranger to doing violent acts for money, and doesn't always need a moral justification to do so. But face to face with a single innocent person in danger, he is more likely to do the right thing than not, even in the face of profit.

He is loyal to his friends, and can be excessively brutal to his enemies - a result, no doubt, of the practical hand to hand combat training of the school of Krav Maga, and the jadedness of someone who has looked death in the eye more than once.

Schaeffer is a man without direction in life. While he has options, he does not have the emotional energy to make for one. After the death of his wife, the world seemed more and more of a pointless place, and still struggling with the loss of her, he is a loner, shunning people's company as much as he can. In a way, he feels no purpose in life any longer, and struggles to find one rather than give up and follow his wife, despite the pain.

HISTORY

Jonathan Schaeffer was born in Walvis Bay, at the time part of South West Africa, but grew up in Durban in South Africa. Born in 1980 to a South African soldier and a British nurse in Namibia, he was too young to remember any of the trouble that plagued his country during the era known as Apartheid. When he was old enough to understand such things as politics, ANC had taken over the country after many years of conflict, and a brighter, more hopeful future lay on the horizon.

At age 17, with his retired father's and mother's permission, Schaeffer joined the South African Army, initially serving as an infantryman, and later assigned to the 6th Infantry Battalion (Air Assault). He thrived in the military, with his quick wit and his ability to embrace, and thrive in its rigorous discipline. Enjoying the challenge that the military offered its soldiers, he found himself always chasing after the opportunity to improve his own skills and person.

As a young soldier, he participated in peacekeeping operations in Africa. But it wasn't until he had turned 23, and applied to join the South African Special Forces, the legendary Recces (a nickname derived from their predecessors, the Apartheid era Reconnaissance Commando units) that he was truly at the forefront of war. After passing the Selection course, he spent a year in hard training, before becoming a full-fledged member.

Over the next few years, he gained combat experience in less public operations in many regions of the world, such as DRC, Central African Republic, the Middle East, and Europe. Some were operations for the United Nations, others were covert operations backed by South African intelligence. He made friends with fellow soldiers and intelligence agents from many different nations, building a network of contacts and comrades in arms.

In 2013, at age 32, Schaeffer, married since three years back to an American Red Cross nurse, retired from the Army at the rank of captain, at the time head of a sniper detail within the 4th Special Forces Regiment, with a history of intelligence and counterterrorism operations on his roster. Only weeks after his retirement, with fifteen years of military service under his belt, he began to work for the private military firm Executive Solutions Group, a South African PMC heavily involved in the private side of the War on Terror, in particular in Iraqi Kurdistan where Schaeffer was deployed.

His work in Kurdistan mainly involved private security, but that changed in 2014, with the rise of the Islamic State. ESG became heavily involved in training and through various CIA funded shell companies arming the Kurdish freedom fighters who were resisting the onslaught of the Salafist terrorist group. Unlike foreign military advisors, ESG operators fought at the frontlines side by side with the Kurds that they trained.

He spent the next four years participating in the conflict. When ESG withdrew from the region at the height of D'aesh's power, when all hope seemed to be lost, Schaeffer resigned his job with the firm to stay with the Kurds, and kept fighting. In 2016, the situation had changed drastically; with D'aesh badly pressed, things looked brighter than a few years earlier, for the Kurds and for the Iraqis.

That changed when his wife was found to suffer from a terminal type of cancer. With his wife having only a year left to live, Schaeffer left Kurdistan to travel to the United States with her. They spent the remainder of her year in life in Colorado, where she had grown up. After his wife had passed away, Schaeffer found himself lost, unsure what to do with his life. Instead of going back to what he did best, he began to travel the United States by car or foot, doing odd jobs here and there, living as a drifter, a lost soul trying to find his direction in life once more.

One day, he found himself wandering into a logging town in Connecticut, supposedly made famous by a hundred year old serial killer. More importantly, a good place for a man to rest up before continuing on his way.

The town is Lochland Grove.

OTHER

LIKES

Work outs - As an ex-soldier, Schaeffer loves the pain that comes from pushing his body and keeping it in shape.

Traveling - Having seen most of Africa and a good chunk of the Middle East, Schaeffer loves traveling. Now, he wants to see his deceased wife's country, something he never got to do while she was alive.

Barbecue - Or, to be more accurate, social gatherings - especially with fellow soldiers or ex-soldiers - based around food and drinks.

Fighting - It's not so much that he likes it, but there is a certain satisfaction to be had in spending fifteen years of your life perfecting a particular set of skills, and then put them to good use.

Protein bars and Red Bull - If Schaeffer has such a thing, protein bars and Red Bull - his breakfast of choice - is his guilty pleasure. He picked up the breakfast habit in his later years in the South African Army.

DISLIKES

Terrorism - Having seen first hand the effect on humans that blind idealists and their actions can have, he has spent many years fighting it in one way or another.

Cancer - Well, his wife died in it.

Bullies - Little more to him than terrorist lite.

Politics - As a soldier, he's always been a hands-on approach kind of helper; it's easier to know what is the right thing to do when you're on site, rather than a thousand miles away deciding what an army should do. Politics is for thinkers; he's a doer.

Lack of discipline or professionalism - Anybody who has no discipline, who whines, or who can't do their own job because of interpersonal conflicts with coworkers, grates on his nerves.

MISC NOTES

Schaeffer has several scars on his body; two bullet wound scars, one knife scar on his right side, and one knife scar on the left side of his neck. He also has scars from grenaded shrapnel from an IED on his right leg and thigh.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Gabrielle Schaeffer; wife; deceased.
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Kurdistan, Iraq
June, 2015

The gunfire was ear deafening. It was a literal barrage of lead coming their way. The men, nine of them all in all, one more occupied with trying to provide first aid for another man who had caught a bullet in the neck, behind the walls of sand and concrete that they had built as a kind of trench to protect against the bullets. In the distance, they could hear explosions from artillery, and the following - closer - detonations when the artillery shells landed behind their own lines.<P><P>
Jonathan was cool, as the rest of them, all talking in fluent Kurdish whether they were South African or Kurds, while he removed magazines for his R5 assault rifle, placing them in an indent on the wall in front of him. They were joined by a couple of fragmentation and smoke grenades.<P><P>
"Suppressive!" Schaeffer called out.<P><P>
The squad, spread out over roughly thirty foot of wall, lay down a counter-barrage towards the Caliphate terrorists attempting to advance on the small improvised stronghold. The enemies, cowardly as most of their kind, immediately kissed the ground seeking cover, surprised by the aggressive and explosive returned fire.<P><P>
"Recoilless ready." Somebody called to his left.<P><P>
A Kurd, trained by him, was sitting in a crouched position, a recoilless 84 mm grenade rifle on his shoulder. The grenade that was being loaded into the weapon had been "tempered" to explode after a certain distance. A shrapnel grenade, its intended purpose was not to be used on armored vehicles, but rather on personnel.<P><P>
As he fired the grenade up into the air above the heads of the terrorists, sending a pressure wave of fire and death not only forward, but up to fifty meters behind him, the grenade detonated above the heads of their enemies, raining shrapnel down on their heads, rendering the flesh and blood of their enemies.<P><P>
Silence followed after the detonation. Then, screams, wails of agony.<P><P>
"Prepare to advance." Schaeffer commanded.<P><P>
As the group, a minute later advanced very carefully, the wails grew louder. They reached the walls the enemies had used as a bridgehead, blown almost entirely out by many years of conflict. A few Salafist terrorists were writhing in their own blod on the ground. Most had left them there and fled for their lives when they realized they could not win the firefight against the elite Kurdish squad.<P><P>
Schaeffer fired a burst into one of the wounded Salafists. Another couple of soldiers finished off some other terrorists. There was no place to take their prisoners - and there was no mercy that could be shown to these animals.<P><P>
The battle over, the sweet, spicy gunsmoke settling, Schaeffer gazed up at the sun as he exhaled. Another battle won. Another day survived.<P><P>
"Search the bodies. Gather weapons, ammunition, and any intelligence you can find." He commanded in Kurdish.
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