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| - Born in 2240, in Swallow Hills, Hendrickson was born into a dysfunctional family where his father was a rough-housing alcoholic, and his mother passed away in 2243 when he was aged only three years old. To avoid his father's drunken tirades, Hendrickson took to two things; violence against those weaker than himself. His father enforced his late mother's habit of ensuring that Hendrickson self-taught himself through reading over old school books. However, unlike his mother, his father didn't dictate which books should be read, meaning that Hendrickson took to reading only a specific variety of books; namely, those espousing "patriotic American values" and a vitriolic hatred of Communism. Hendrickson began to equate Communism to weakness, thus beginning to see Communism in the victims of his
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| - Born in 2240, in Swallow Hills, Hendrickson was born into a dysfunctional family where his father was a rough-housing alcoholic, and his mother passed away in 2243 when he was aged only three years old. To avoid his father's drunken tirades, Hendrickson took to two things; violence against those weaker than himself. His father enforced his late mother's habit of ensuring that Hendrickson self-taught himself through reading over old school books. However, unlike his mother, his father didn't dictate which books should be read, meaning that Hendrickson took to reading only a specific variety of books; namely, those espousing "patriotic American values" and a vitriolic hatred of Communism. Hendrickson began to equate Communism to weakness, thus beginning to see Communism in the victims of his bullying. When he reached the age of 18, his father now long dead from almost constant drinking, Hendrickson's patriotic zeal of the long dead United States of America made him believe that it was a form of duty to the now forgotten US that he join the local militia of the town. His first year spent in the militia as a Conscript filled him with rage as he watched the bloated and genuinely ineffectual and weak militia struggled under its own weight. By the time Hendrickson had been automatically ranked up to Private, he became determined to reform the militia, and set about trying to prove himself as a capable soldier. This naturally meant not only a genuine amount of heroism, namely in quasi-suicidal charges against Feral Ghouls, Raiders, Bandits and even Red Eyes, but also a hefty amount of schmoozing up to his superior officers. Reaching the rank of Sergeant within two years of becoming Private, he had caught the eye of many influential individuals. Painting himself as a libertarian, Hendrickson argued against taxation on big business, carefully omitting any rejection of taxing poorer citizens. Impressed, many ranchers endorsed him, forcing their workers to do so, whilst also helping his campaign to become the newest Captain of the Guard. In 2265, Hendrickson was elected as Captain of the Guard at the age of 25. Within a few months, Hendrickson had begun to, in his own words, "root out Communist influences", insisting that socialism had ruined Swallow Hills. Many militiamen lost their jobs, due to Hendrickson reducing the amount of militiamen in service and setting up a standard number of active militiamen to be maintained at all times, who were then forced to find work elsewhere, either bitterly settling in as ranchhands on a meagre pittance or turning to Raider gangs to substitute their loss of income. The regular campaigns then held against the Raiders were ceased, mostly due to the lack of numbers for sustained campaigns against the newly rejuvenated Raider and Bandit clans, now led by the brutal and sadistic Lucan Seville and his almost fanatical lieutenants, in favor of protecting large ranches and big businesses. When criticism emerged of this, Hendrickson simply dismissed the talk as Communist propaganda, continuing to rub shoulders with the rich and the powerful, making the right friends and further alienating numerous people, unwittingly allowing breathing room for Lucan's forces, laughing at any scorn thrown at him. In short, not Chairman Cheng's cup of tea.
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