Name: Dr. Hector Baez



Nickname (if applicable): There is a tradition in the military for calling the medic “Doc.” Hector seems to have picked up this nickname even among people who don’t know of his military background.

Age: 39

Is your character a visitor, newcomer to town, or resident? If they are a resident, how long have they been in Breckenridge?: New resident, recently moved from Los Angeles, California to take up a job at the town clinic.

Occupation: Medical Doctor

Faceclaim: Wilmer Valderrama

Theme Song: TBD

Physical Description/Distinguishing Features: Hector is a typical Hispanic male, with a light olive complexion, and typically short, dark coloured and neat hair. He stands on the taller side of average height at about 5’10”, and weighs in at around 200lb of lean muscle. His grey-green eyes have a steady, piercing quality to them, and they rarely fail to make solid contact with yours.

Hector has no visible tattoos or piercings, but his body does carry more scars than someone his age should have. In various points on his body you can find healed over bullet holes, a few knife wounds, and even a large patch of skin on his back that looks like it was badly burned at some point. None of these injuries seem to particularly hamper him much.

His most distinctive features, the things people really tend to notice, are his body language and his hands. His straight backed posture, with shoulders squared back tells the tale of a military career, and the way he moves is reminiscent of a large cat closing in for the kill. His hands and forearms are large, seemingly several sizes too large for the rest of his substantial frame. They are heavily callused, and muscular in a way that some might think is an indicator of manual labor, but others, those who know, recognize from extensive martial arts training.

Personality Description: Hector is an intense, focused person, to a point that some people find off putting. It’s not that he’s bull-headed about how he goes about things. He’s quite willing to pivot and change tactics if what he’s doing isn’t working, but ultimately he has a goal in mind and he’s going to achieve it. Just how dogged he will be depends on what it is. His military experience has made him disciplined and organized, not rigid or dogmatic.

Morally speaking he’s a bit of a contradiction at times. He seems to both have a high moral standard in a lot of ways, but is weirdly morally flexible in others. Using force against people, for example. He’ll never raise a hand against an innocent, but if someone seems a legitimate threat that threat will be removed as efficiently as possible and Hector will show no particular remorse for it.

Likes and Dislikes (non-sexual):

Likes: Camping, hiking, climbing and hunting. Bourbon, motorcycles, firearms, fitness, martial arts. Languages. Also enjoys parachuting and diving when he can.

Dislikes: Cops, unnecessary violence, excessive egos, overly optimistic or pessimistic people.

History: Hector was your typical immigrant kid from a bad neighborhood.  His childhood wasn’t particularly great, although it was more due to the area he grew up in and the constant pressure to join the gangs than his parents. Mom and dad were actually both decent upstanding, if poor, people. Hector wasn’t raised in some cliche single parent household.

It was trouble with other kids, more then anything, that caused Hector problems in his early life. More specifically, problems being constantly pressed into joining one gang or the other. This, more than any other, spurred him into working out and training boxing and wrestling. Running away or fighting are a lot easier when you’re in good shape and you know how.

While there were a few who did well enough in academics or sports to get scholarships, college was beyond the reach of most. For a lot of the kids who lived in Chesterfield Park, it was work a dead end job, join a gang or join the military.

Ultimately Hector chose the latter option. The recruiters were always sniffing around the high schools, showing glamorous photos and videos of men and women doing exciting and exceptional things. Truth be told, Hector got suckered in by it. They lured him in with promises and he signed up for the army with the promise that he would get a chance to try out for the coolest job of them all. Special Forces.

And so it was that Hector found himself on a bus to Fort Benning, Georgia to attend basic training and infantry school. He did well at both, becoming a squad leader early on in Basic and staying that way throughout. He proved himself a clever recruit, having researched the fitness test requirements and trained himself until he could pull top score without much difficulty, which made it easier.

Special Forces training was a lot more challenging. Hector learned to dig deep for what he wanted, endure pain and deprivation, and manage stress and fear. After Selection and the Q-course, the Army decided to send him to train as an 18D, Special Forces Medical Sergeant, which is where his interest in a medical career (and emergency medicine in particular) was sparked, although it wouldn’t fully take root until Hector actually used his medical skills on deployment.

Special Forces training is comprehensive and exhaustive, and includes a variety of skills that most people wouldn’t associate with soldiers. Hector has an eclectic blend of skills, including weapons and tactics, and explosives, close quarters combat, survival, driving, diving, parachuting, and even languages and mountaineering.

Hector served 8 years in the military, being deployed to Afghanistan 3 times. He’d been trained to speak Farsi, and picked up a fair amount of Pashto over the years, as well as learning mountaineering and climbing. He was wounded in combat a number of times, and received several medals.

After returning, Hector took his GI Bill scholarships and went to UCLA, studying biology with an eye toward medical school, and was accepted into UCLA Med School. During his time at university, he took summers working as a “private security contractor” overseas, which he refuses to say much about, except that he was well paid for his work and wasn’t always providing “security” in the strictest sense of the word.

Hector did his residency at a hospital in Los Angeles, where his family still lived at the time. While he was still living there, they were killed in a car accident, prompting him to want to leave when his contract at the hospital was up. He took a job at a small town clinic in Connecticut.