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RICK KETTERSON
The Grandfather
THIS IS HOW IT ENDS?
The Grandfather
THIS IS HOW IT ENDS?
Standing with a slouched posture, grey hairs blending with black to create a dark silver blend of coloring, a man clearing decerning of old age in the coming years ; That man being Rick Ketterson |  | NAME RICK KETTERSON ALIAS WATCHMAN NICKNAMES "RICKY" CID #14399 GENDER MALE AGE 55 DATE OF BIRTH XX/XX/XXXX PLACE OF BIRTH WATERFORD, MICHIGAN CURRENT LOCATION ??? EDUCATION HIGH-SCHOOL GRADUATE OCCUPATION GENEVAN CONSCRIPTION |
-BACKSTORY- Rick Ketterson, born on the outskirts of Waterford Michigan; learning from major highschools and getting into pre-school for education, learning how to speak coherently within weeks of education.Living throughout the pre-war; after graduation was simple, a job in a smoke shop! Back when tobacco was used more than a normal person should; growing a sense for smoking more often than he should, as well as attempting weed for the first time during his young ages, getting hooked on the buzz. Living life within that job era' before the Combine came and took over, he was one of the last affected and evacuated before being shipped off, city to city. Rick used to live in City 37, one of his friends already having his own weed strand and business going around like wildfire, word comes to shove and his friends back in City 32 tells him about a rebel cell off-coast of the Gulf Of Mexico; making contact with a radio before making a small meeting, there he made arrangements, showing off his skillset of getting clientele and profitably selling majority if not all sorts of goods, soon getting into the trade of weapons and more harsher items than just weed. After living in City 37 for nearly a fully year, he was nearly caught by a civil protection sweep after a full year of business, having to buy a relocation coupon and moving to City 24, where he now resides, a major holdback. | -APPEARANCE- Rick Ketterson is a aging man nearing elderly, soft white hairs mixed with his black haired head, or what's left of the black, a major music and weed enthusiast despite his age, often seen with a cigarette closed around his dry lips and rough beard.-PERSONALITY- A man with little steam, rarely blowing off any hatred between people ; Although rare, not impossible if you poke the sleeping bear too much. A often smoker, weed enthusiast with a large expression to show it. -LIKES AND INTERESTS- Often seeking interest in recreational drugs as well as talks about the pre-war have been a top-talk amongst Rick and his associates, often talking with little to no stop. Interested with I.T and computer engineering has been a dream of Rick's, but as of the Combines invasion ; he has been unsuccessful on making this dream come true. -DISLIKES AND AVOIDANCES- Seagulls. Nova Prospekt. Stalkerization |
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 | REBELLION Trade-Route's Freedom FIghters; Often mixed with terrorists. |  | THE COMBINE Forever Lost The current ruling "government" of earth, won a world-war in 7 hours. |
 | Employed Worker. |  | CIVIL PROTECTION Concurrent Slave Some good, some terrible to the bottom. Law Enforcement, with no shame to show. |
 | COMBINE CONSCRIPT RESERVE More friends than foes. I hate what we fight for. |  | CIVIL WORKERS UNION Side-Hustle Work-For-All, a reasonable spot to get Social Points if you're low on such. |
| UNKNOWN | | UNKNOWN |
LOVES ADMIRES BEST FRIEND RESPECTS FRIEND ACQUAINTANCE DISTRUSTS DISLIKES HATES FEAR DECEASED
 | JOE MOTOR Public Enemy My last hope. The last man who sides with me amongst the filth we lie upon ; The only man who TRUELY trusts our story. My brother in arms ; My will to live. I'm sorry, Joe -- I love you, son. |
| MARCUS CROSS Combine-Enthusiast. A man with a shit-stained face. A man who took a beating for me, yet will never speak up for me, why? He saw me in that moment, barraged with false accusations he knew were false I don't blame you, Marcus. |
| MALIK JOHNSON Beloved Family A shell of a human, a Stalker. A man whomst I was dearly loyal to ; I wouldn't pick another man for the most trusted person in this entire world, we could've gone far -- Together. | HIKARU INOUE Conscription Higher-up My new boss. A man with extreme height -- Technically my new boss in-field ; They commended me for doing well .. How can others not? You ratted on me -- Rot here down with me. | ||
| DAAN HELSINKI Soon to be free An asshole, puffy want to be. You’re the reason why Auxiliary’s are frowned upon so much; from boasting about your status and time left, telling me to kill myself. Do the world a favor and do it yourself. | "RUSSIAN CIVIL-PRICK" - TAC-999 Civil Protection. An interrogator, a fear inducer. A civil protection unit, certain they can get their way from blasting a T.V screen to pull information out of people who know nothing. It's gonna bite you in the ass, Prick. | ||
 | IRENE Frog-Girl Off in the wastes, gone. A girl who somehow owns a Xen-Frog, no clue where it went or where she is at all .. Hopefully one day I can see if she's alive, somewhere. | "MONITOR" Civil Protection..? A traitor to human kind. A woman of short height, stating they're secretary ; A soulless shell of a human being. Someone that disgusts me. You chose the worst path a human could take. | |
UNKNOWN |  | "JOUHAD" Enlisted Conscription A sister-in-arms, all above reliability. A woman of average height, standing above all with her rank with few able to order her -- Somehow, she prefers me and moter over any. Serve well for me, alright? |
My thoughts roam endlessly.
A key to my mind.
My brains on the wall.
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JOE MOTOR
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Joe .. Man, sometimes I wish you were around more often.
Sometimes, I just .. I don't know -- You're a amazing boss, but man .. You've been gone for a while.
You're pissed at Malik .. Imagine what you'll see in me after what I do.
I'll try and be on my best behavior.
[Updated 5/14/25]
You better have not ratted anyone out, Joe.
[Updated 6/13/25]
This plan of yours better work, Joe.
I can't let you become who you used to be.
Not this time.
[Updated 8/15/25]
I'm sorry, Joe.
This is the end of the line for me.
Do me a favor and take care of yourself, alright?
Get out of this mess alive -- For me.
I love you, son.
Remember me.
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MARCUS CROSS
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At the beginning, you were and.. most likely are the only one who seems to care.
You took a beating for me, which, I respect dearly out of you, Son.
I had trust in you, I had moments where I thought you believed me — Looking back, I feel stupid.
In that hearing.. You couldn’t even muster the courage to even speak on my behalf, let alone able to say a single word to me in the span of us seeing eachother.
You were glued to CALLAWAY, like some dog.
I have a feeling you won’t realize that idle of yours isn’t who you are hoping he is until the last moment.
I can’t trust you anymore, Marcus.
You never checked up on me when I got to that train, you never spoke a single word to me besides a handshake.
One day, I truly hope you won’t turn on me, Marcus.
I don’t have the heart to turn on you, too.
Question yourself, Marcus — Who are you?
Are you a fighter?
Are you a soldier?
Are you a lover?
Are you a wrecker?
Are you a friend?
Are you a foe?
Are you a mutt?
Are you a dog?
Last time I checked, you aren’t a dog, Marcus.
You’re a human.
Realize it, son.
[Updated 8/15/25]
I don't blame you, Marcus.
I really don't.
I really wish you were there.
To see what Callaway was like.
Take care of Joe for me, okay?
I'll miss you both.
Keep serving.
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FILYA
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Filya! Jesus, man .. The entire city is looking for you!
Fucking -- Anticitizen-One over here .. You've been kind enough to introduce me to some of your friends.
To be honest, I don't know that much about you other than you like cars and .. Something else I can't remember.
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MALIK JOHNSON
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Malik .. Malik -- Such a odd name come to think of it.
Man, your mother must of had a stroke naming you, fucking .. "MUH-LICK - JOHNSON" .. Lick your johnson?
Anyways .. You're a very valuable guy to me, Malik, without you I wouldn't be where I am today.
We make a pretty fine fucking team .. Or used to since you went into super-hiding.
I've been quiet to the cops .. Sort of afraid they'll pluck my teeth out too .. Man, I'm squirmy around blood.
I got us a new buyer too -- Hella fucking rich I can only assume .. This guy is popping out 500 creds a week to buy a brick of weed from us .. We're makin' our name!
Man .. I really hope you don't die some stupid way, like falling off a building or getting nailed by a headcrab.
Till death do us part.
[UPDATED 05/08/25]
Where the FUCK ARE YOU MALIK?
You aren't in C1 -- B4 or even in A3! God .. Malik, I'll fucking gut you if you died.
Christ .. And I thought it was going more than good enough for you, we were so fucking close to getting big.
I'm hoping you left me a letter or -- Something, Malik.
I'll return to the Stool Vorts someday when I'm out, ask about you.
Listen, I'm worried, Malik.
If -- If you died, I would never stop blaming myself, just please tell me you're okay -- For the love of God, Malik.
It can't end like this.
Don't make it end like this.
[UPDATED 06/06]
Y’know, you still look like you have that ugly mug on you, son .. Even after your sentance.
I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you, Malik.
It’s almost.. Laughable, that I thought I’d have a son I never had, someone like you.
You were family to me, Malik.
You didn’t pick at my body, you didn’t pick at my past, you didn’t judge my actions, although I judged yours.
In that cell..
All I could’ve done is looked at you while you looked at me back, in your husk of a body I once knew, groaning and writhing in pain without a care in your mind of what you’re new purpose is.
— Because you can’t care.
I’ll try to find your storage.. Y’know, figure out if there’s anything to remember you by.
I just.. wish I could just talk to you, one last time.
Even if you don’t recognize me.
So remember, even if I cry.
Even if I sob.
Even if I yell.
Even if I beg.
I’ll miss you, Son.
I always will.
[UPDATED 07/08]
Y’know, my birthday passed and I didn't even get to celebrate it with you?
Sometimes, I wish you were here, with me, out in this field where I reside with the rest of these Conscripted Shitheads.
So far, I'm not dead, hopefully you'd be happy to hear that.
I think the only way out of this -- for better of myself and for you is to live a normal .. life, as compared to what the Combine says is normal enough for they're society.
I'll see about getting a reminder of you somehow, alongside with .. hopefully seeing you at somepoint.
I won't be able to release you from your pain, even if you physically can't understand what pain is anymore.
But I'll be able to see you, son.
That's good enough for me.
I’ll miss you, Son.
I always will.
[Updated 8/15/25]
This is .. it.
This is how it feels?
I really wish you were here, with me.
I wish you were.
I'll meet you here once your pain has finally ended.
You're like a son to me, Malik.
Don't forget that.
I will always love you, Son.
Always.
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RUSSIAN CIVIL-PRICK TAC-999
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You shove me in holding after .. What? Not giving you the truth? Yeah, loads of horseshit out of you.
You show off this eagle in my face, demanding day and night I tell you about it from this shitty holding cell you've shoved me in.
I tell you day in and day out that no one knows of that eagle besides it being splattered across the Slums.
You never listen, you never take the truth for a answer.
Malik and Filya are long gone by now, knowing either of them.
You should've picked a different lead besides me ; You knew my record, yet, you never read any investigations.
The Chinese lady .. The letters .. The direct lead you had to FIlya and you blew it!
And I swear to whatever I have left when I get out of this fucking cell --
If you've done anything against my standing out there, I will bring you down like the mutt you are -- You don't scare me.
As soon as I get out of Nova'.
Look where that rank got you, worm.
[UPDATED 06/06]
You did this.
You did this to him.
You did this to me.
I will never let you breathe another breath once I get this collar off.
I will make sure Malik wasn’t in vain.
I know what you did to him.
A key to my mind.
My brains on the wall.
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JOE MOTOR
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Joe .. Man, sometimes I wish you were around more often.
Sometimes, I just .. I don't know -- You're a amazing boss, but man .. You've been gone for a while.
You're pissed at Malik .. Imagine what you'll see in me after what I do.
I'll try and be on my best behavior.
[Updated 5/14/25]
You better have not ratted anyone out, Joe.
[Updated 6/13/25]
This plan of yours better work, Joe.
I can't let you become who you used to be.
Not this time.
[Updated 8/15/25]
I'm sorry, Joe.
This is the end of the line for me.
Do me a favor and take care of yourself, alright?
Get out of this mess alive -- For me.
I love you, son.
Remember me.
---
MARCUS CROSS
---
At the beginning, you were and.. most likely are the only one who seems to care.
You took a beating for me, which, I respect dearly out of you, Son.
I had trust in you, I had moments where I thought you believed me — Looking back, I feel stupid.
In that hearing.. You couldn’t even muster the courage to even speak on my behalf, let alone able to say a single word to me in the span of us seeing eachother.
You were glued to CALLAWAY, like some dog.
I have a feeling you won’t realize that idle of yours isn’t who you are hoping he is until the last moment.
I can’t trust you anymore, Marcus.
You never checked up on me when I got to that train, you never spoke a single word to me besides a handshake.
One day, I truly hope you won’t turn on me, Marcus.
I don’t have the heart to turn on you, too.
Question yourself, Marcus — Who are you?
Are you a fighter?
Are you a soldier?
Are you a lover?
Are you a wrecker?
Are you a friend?
Are you a foe?
Are you a mutt?
Are you a dog?
Last time I checked, you aren’t a dog, Marcus.
You’re a human.
Realize it, son.
[Updated 8/15/25]
I don't blame you, Marcus.
I really don't.
I really wish you were there.
To see what Callaway was like.
Take care of Joe for me, okay?
I'll miss you both.
Keep serving.
---
FILYA
---
Filya! Jesus, man .. The entire city is looking for you!
Fucking -- Anticitizen-One over here .. You've been kind enough to introduce me to some of your friends.
To be honest, I don't know that much about you other than you like cars and .. Something else I can't remember.
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MALIK JOHNSON
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Malik .. Malik -- Such a odd name come to think of it.
Man, your mother must of had a stroke naming you, fucking .. "MUH-LICK - JOHNSON" .. Lick your johnson?
Anyways .. You're a very valuable guy to me, Malik, without you I wouldn't be where I am today.
We make a pretty fine fucking team .. Or used to since you went into super-hiding.
I've been quiet to the cops .. Sort of afraid they'll pluck my teeth out too .. Man, I'm squirmy around blood.
I got us a new buyer too -- Hella fucking rich I can only assume .. This guy is popping out 500 creds a week to buy a brick of weed from us .. We're makin' our name!
Man .. I really hope you don't die some stupid way, like falling off a building or getting nailed by a headcrab.
Till death do us part.
[UPDATED 05/08/25]
Where the FUCK ARE YOU MALIK?
You aren't in C1 -- B4 or even in A3! God .. Malik, I'll fucking gut you if you died.
Christ .. And I thought it was going more than good enough for you, we were so fucking close to getting big.
I'm hoping you left me a letter or -- Something, Malik.
I'll return to the Stool Vorts someday when I'm out, ask about you.
Listen, I'm worried, Malik.
If -- If you died, I would never stop blaming myself, just please tell me you're okay -- For the love of God, Malik.
It can't end like this.
Don't make it end like this.
[UPDATED 06/06]
Y’know, you still look like you have that ugly mug on you, son .. Even after your sentance.
I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you, Malik.
It’s almost.. Laughable, that I thought I’d have a son I never had, someone like you.
You were family to me, Malik.
You didn’t pick at my body, you didn’t pick at my past, you didn’t judge my actions, although I judged yours.
In that cell..
All I could’ve done is looked at you while you looked at me back, in your husk of a body I once knew, groaning and writhing in pain without a care in your mind of what you’re new purpose is.
— Because you can’t care.
I’ll try to find your storage.. Y’know, figure out if there’s anything to remember you by.
I just.. wish I could just talk to you, one last time.
Even if you don’t recognize me.
So remember, even if I cry.
Even if I sob.
Even if I yell.
Even if I beg.
I’ll miss you, Son.
I always will.
[UPDATED 07/08]
Y’know, my birthday passed and I didn't even get to celebrate it with you?
Sometimes, I wish you were here, with me, out in this field where I reside with the rest of these Conscripted Shitheads.
So far, I'm not dead, hopefully you'd be happy to hear that.
I think the only way out of this -- for better of myself and for you is to live a normal .. life, as compared to what the Combine says is normal enough for they're society.
I'll see about getting a reminder of you somehow, alongside with .. hopefully seeing you at somepoint.
I won't be able to release you from your pain, even if you physically can't understand what pain is anymore.
But I'll be able to see you, son.
That's good enough for me.
I’ll miss you, Son.
I always will.
[Updated 8/15/25]
This is .. it.
This is how it feels?
I really wish you were here, with me.
I wish you were.
I'll meet you here once your pain has finally ended.
You're like a son to me, Malik.
Don't forget that.
I will always love you, Son.
Always.
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RUSSIAN CIVIL-PRICK TAC-999
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You shove me in holding after .. What? Not giving you the truth? Yeah, loads of horseshit out of you.
You show off this eagle in my face, demanding day and night I tell you about it from this shitty holding cell you've shoved me in.
I tell you day in and day out that no one knows of that eagle besides it being splattered across the Slums.
You never listen, you never take the truth for a answer.
Malik and Filya are long gone by now, knowing either of them.
You should've picked a different lead besides me ; You knew my record, yet, you never read any investigations.
The Chinese lady .. The letters .. The direct lead you had to FIlya and you blew it!
And I swear to whatever I have left when I get out of this fucking cell --
If you've done anything against my standing out there, I will bring you down like the mutt you are -- You don't scare me.
As soon as I get out of Nova'.
Look where that rank got you, worm.
[UPDATED 06/06]
You did this.
You did this to him.
You did this to me.
I will never let you breathe another breath once I get this collar off.
I will make sure Malik wasn’t in vain.
I know what you did to him.
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