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| - Named in the family tradition of identifying children by their most prominent deformity, Dead-Eye Dick grew up in the swamps of Louisiana with his sister, mother, and father; living off whatever they could shoot. Growing up in isolation, Dead-Eye and his sister Cross-Eye Dick experimented with sex early. They experienced cannibalism by proxy when, in a fit of rage (and hunger) they immediately killed and ate the mutant alligator that ate their parents. This disturbing turn of events led to their expulsion from their Swamper clan family and subsequent banishment to the deeper swamps. Shortly afterward Cross-Eye died in childbirth, leaving Dead-Eye alone in the world, so he left the swamps behind, swearing to never let no water what ain't fall from the sky touch him again. So at the tender a
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| - Named in the family tradition of identifying children by their most prominent deformity, Dead-Eye Dick grew up in the swamps of Louisiana with his sister, mother, and father; living off whatever they could shoot. Growing up in isolation, Dead-Eye and his sister Cross-Eye Dick experimented with sex early. They experienced cannibalism by proxy when, in a fit of rage (and hunger) they immediately killed and ate the mutant alligator that ate their parents. This disturbing turn of events led to their expulsion from their Swamper clan family and subsequent banishment to the deeper swamps. Shortly afterward Cross-Eye died in childbirth, leaving Dead-Eye alone in the world, so he left the swamps behind, swearing to never let no water what ain't fall from the sky touch him again. So at the tender age of 16, he set out towards Nawlens which he hoped would be dryer and a veritable feast without the interference of his former clan mates. Finding the slightly drier climate agreeable to his trench foot, he walked all the way to south Nawlens. On the way, he encountered his first Raider, whom he shot in the testicles from a hundred and fifty yards away. He dragged the wounded man, screaming through the swamp, cutting off what he needed to avoid hunger. His first acquaintance out of the swamp didn't survive the trek, but Dead-Eye made two new friends in the form of a pair of vultures attracted to the overwhelming stench of death that surrounded him. Naming them "Dolce," and "Chanel," after his late Mother's favorite Pre-War Hooch, he wiled away the hours spent walking regaling the birds with wildly false accounts of his life. The birds were attentive listeners, if a bit hungry, after eating what remained of the raider's corpse they pecked out Dead-Eye's namesake blind eye. The three found each other to be good company and are inseparable to this day. Although filling out due to a highly nutritious diet of raider on the way to Nawlens, his new found sunburn was causing problems with his boils, leaving him with a scabrous carapace that caused the locals to initially confuse him with a ghoul. After arriving in the vicinity he is contacted by Obed who arranges employment for him as a “zombie” enforcer. He found the work to be steady, horrifying anyone whom Obed sic’d him on. Having all the local meat he could eat, his only other need was softer company than Dolce and Chanel provided. After convincing the local prostitutes to take hazard pay (under the condition that there be no light, and that they make no protest when he called them "Cross-Eye"), he spent every cap he earned on Jimmy-Hats and prostitutes. He was ostracized when it was discovered that his mutant strains of venereal diseases overpowered the condoms, leaving south New Orleans with a shortage of clean escorts. They were never able to prove whether he was also to blame for a rash (figuratively and literally speaking) of sexual assaults on inebriated members of the Obed’s other enforcers, but they were happy to be rid of him all the same, and in 2260 he fled for his life from the Gendarmerie after they witnessed the horror of his sexual and dietary deviance.
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