NAME: Samuel Gerard
OCCUPATION: Deputy United States Marshal for the State of New York
SEX: Male
MARITAL STATUS: Divorced
RACE: Caucasian
DOB: May 4, 1950
AGE: 53
HAIR: Short, grey.
EYES: Dark blue.
SIDEARM: Government Issue Glock 17
VEHICLE: Dark Green ’96 GMC Yukon
PREVIOUS EMPLOYMENT(S): Department of Corrections Officer
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: None.
LIKES: Fugitives who make his job interesting.
DISLIKES: People questioning his authority.
Being chased by this man is not a good thing. His relentless investigating and his tough-as-nails approach towards their targets can be only evaded by pure luck, nothing more. He will do anything, even have his warrant squad skip a few night’s sleep to get the job done.
His personality is so strong, that you’ll either like him, or you sure as hell won’t. He’s had a few girlfriends, but he pretty much has given up on looking for another wife. Just as well, his job keeps him entertained more than some wrinkly old bat ever will.
"The average foot speed on uneven ground, baring injuries, is four miles an hour, that gives us a radius of six miles. Now I want every building, residence, farmhouse, outhouse and doghouse in that area! Checkpoints go up for fifteen miles! Your fugitive’s name is Dr. Richard Kimble."
-The chase is on.
Deputy United States Marshal Samuel Gerard
"Everybody walks away breathing, everybody wins."
Watching his target from a distance.
No, it's not what you think!
VOICE CLIPS:
All clips are in .wav format.
"You know, we're always fascinated when we find leg irons with no legs in them." - 42kb
"Do you wanna change your bullshit story sir?" - 64kb
"Well think me up a cup of coffee and a chocolate donut with some of those little sprinkles on top willya?" - 72kb
Laying out the game plan. - 256kb
"Get yourself a Glock, lose that nickel-plated sissy pistol." - 91kb
"Stay on the trail, you can sleep next month." - 59kb
"Alright, which one of you is the ugliest most inbred country son of a bitch out here?" - 120kb
Not one for apologies. - 179kb