Silver Bayonet

Ensign Brock Godolming is too old to be at as low of a rank as Ensign. His stare frightened people and his shock of unkempt ginger hair made him look wild.  If any of his men knew his life before the war they would be shocked, but the increased frequency of missions and the danger almost every evening has them too distracted to think of such things. Brock Godolming was fighting the occult before the spike in activity and the emergence of the Harvestmen.

His father had been a good god-fearing veteran soldier scratching a living on a farm with his doting wife, Brock and Brock’s 4 sisters. He taught his son to fight with his fists and shoot a pistol and taught his son to read. One horrific evening Brock’s entire family was killed by a werewolf. No one believed him and put it down to wild animals and he was sent to live with his drunken brickmaker uncle who resented his presence and drain on his pocket. Brock refused to deny his own eyes and memories and began to look into the occult. This dragged him on a path of revenge and investigation, barely staying solvent in a variety of clerk and bailiff jobs. This lack of stability in his life, the strain of the mental trauma of losing his family, investigating mysterious murders and studying unsettling supernatural goings on ruined him financially and eventually put him in debtors court. The senior figures behind the Silver Bayonet units had set a small band of recruiters and researchers to find “civilians” with occult fighting prowess that previously may have been considered cranks and madmen. His conviction in debtors court was quashed with the understanding that he would join the army. It became apparent that this man was skilled, too vengeful to be lead and dictated to, but too valuable not to have amongst their ranks. They chose to throw him through a crash course in Sandringham Officer training college and make him a leader of men and try to instill an understanding of chain of command and discipline. Thankfully some of it stuck. The army had become a surrogate family; a family that not only believed in werewolves and vampires, but encouraged him to find these monsters and kill them. He is soldier enough for his men to not even note that he was anything other than a career soldier (but perhaps not a very lucky or rich one).