The World that Was - N/A
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"Living for the sake of living? Hmph... I guess that's as good a reason as any."
Name:
Joseph L. Price
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Gender:
Male
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Age:
19
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Appearance:
-Relatively slim build,
-5'8 tall,
-160 pounds,
-Fair skin prone to sun burns,
-Moderately long jet-black hair to block the blistering sun when trekking through unforested areas without a hat or hood, worn in a loose pony tail when in jungles or wearing a headgear,
-Striking grey eyes,
-Scar attained from a knife wound running from the tip of his left eye brow to the center of his left cheek.
-Frequently suffers extreme light-headedness, general fatigue, and coughs up blood due to minor radiation poisoning from exploring irradiated areas without proper protection.
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Weapons & Items:
-Rudementary armour made from old belts, scrap metal, and kevlar plates aquired from a rather seedy trader,
-A nylon rucksack for holding gear,
-A carbon fiber kukri with a serrated back edge, kept in a sheath strapped to his leg.
-A broken bolt-action rifle used for bluffing hostile persons into submission kept in a sling over across his back,
-ACR with a forward handgrip
-USP
-A mildly worn & rusted, but still functional Swiss Army Knife,
-A hooded poncho made from stiched together materials of various shades of green & brown including linen & cotton for blending in with this green wasteland.
-A small pouch full of simple tools such as screwdrivers and wrenchs,
-Three canteens filled with 'safe' water, one with 'dirty' water.
-Dried meat, some medical drugs, and various berries.
-Various odds & ends for trading.
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Personality:
Joseph is a man of few words, rarely speaking unless absolutely necessary, which, in this world, is rarely ever an issue. Apart from being rather anti-social, Joseph is a very logical person, rarely allowing his emotions to influence his decisions, and is ocassionally opportunistic.
Apart from his permenant female companion, Natalie, a brunette Scotswoman whom he befriended less than a year ago, Joseph prefers to be alone -a side effect of having lost his entire family mere days after Day Zero- although he does work well with others.
After having lived alone in the green wastes for nearly 4 years, Joseph as become rather capable of defending himself, proving a capable opponant in a fight, be it with firearms or blades, but being of mearly 'average' strength, he would be easily beaten in hand-to-hand combat.
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Bio before and after Day Zero:
Joseph was born and Raised in Canada until he turned the age of 9, when his family moved to a small suburban town in Britain where he lived until Day Zero. After the nuclear blasts Joseph's family fled the immediate area in a desperate attempt to escape the radioactive fallout (Joseph was visiting with friends on a distant town at the time), but to no avail, as they had all absorbed lethal amounts of radiation, succumbing to their massive radiation poisoning in a crowded hospital three days later.
Joseph learned of his family's fate when he saw their bodies amongst the dead during a news broadcast.
Joseph has since forgotten the location of his British hometown, and just as well, as it is more than likely flooded with radiation from the nearby nuclear blast site that absolutely devastated the nearby farming community, attempting to go there would likely result in death via acute radiation poisoning.
Joseph was once an absolutely morally good person, never hesitating to help others in need, but years of being betrayed and tricked in this hellish wasteland has turned him into a very sour and distrustful man, he will rarely help anyone unless doing so benefits him directly in some way. Although Joseph has not lost all sense of morality, as he will help others if their surivival obviously depends on his intervention. But only when his intervention will determine whether they live or not.
Joseph was last seen in former Oxford with Natalie, scavenging abandoned buildings for anything that could be used or traded for food or gear...
Portrait of Joseph [http://i663.photobucket.com/albums/uu352/BakaSmurf/The%20World%20that%20Was/Price.jpg]
Portrait of Natalie [http://i663.photobucket.com/albums/uu352/BakaSmurf/The%20World%20that%20Was/Nat.jpg]
Name:
Joseph L. Price
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Gender:
Male
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Age:
19
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Appearance:
-Relatively slim build,
-5'8 tall,
-160 pounds,
-Fair skin prone to sun burns,
-Moderately long jet-black hair to block the blistering sun when trekking through unforested areas without a hat or hood, worn in a loose pony tail when in jungles or wearing a headgear,
-Striking grey eyes,
-Scar attained from a knife wound running from the tip of his left eye brow to the center of his left cheek.
-Frequently suffers extreme light-headedness, general fatigue, and coughs up blood due to minor radiation poisoning from exploring irradiated areas without proper protection.
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Weapons & Items:
-Rudementary armour made from old belts, scrap metal, and kevlar plates aquired from a rather seedy trader,
-A nylon rucksack for holding gear,
-A carbon fiber kukri with a serrated back edge, kept in a sheath strapped to his leg.
-A broken bolt-action rifle used for bluffing hostile persons into submission kept in a sling over across his back,
-ACR with a forward handgrip
-USP
-A mildly worn & rusted, but still functional Swiss Army Knife,
-A hooded poncho made from stiched together materials of various shades of green & brown including linen & cotton for blending in with this green wasteland.
-A small pouch full of simple tools such as screwdrivers and wrenchs,
-Three canteens filled with 'safe' water, one with 'dirty' water.
-Dried meat, some medical drugs, and various berries.
-Various odds & ends for trading.
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Personality:
Joseph is a man of few words, rarely speaking unless absolutely necessary, which, in this world, is rarely ever an issue. Apart from being rather anti-social, Joseph is a very logical person, rarely allowing his emotions to influence his decisions, and is ocassionally opportunistic.
Apart from his permenant female companion, Natalie, a brunette Scotswoman whom he befriended less than a year ago, Joseph prefers to be alone -a side effect of having lost his entire family mere days after Day Zero- although he does work well with others.
After having lived alone in the green wastes for nearly 4 years, Joseph as become rather capable of defending himself, proving a capable opponant in a fight, be it with firearms or blades, but being of mearly 'average' strength, he would be easily beaten in hand-to-hand combat.
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Bio before and after Day Zero:
Joseph was born and Raised in Canada until he turned the age of 9, when his family moved to a small suburban town in Britain where he lived until Day Zero. After the nuclear blasts Joseph's family fled the immediate area in a desperate attempt to escape the radioactive fallout (Joseph was visiting with friends on a distant town at the time), but to no avail, as they had all absorbed lethal amounts of radiation, succumbing to their massive radiation poisoning in a crowded hospital three days later.
Joseph learned of his family's fate when he saw their bodies amongst the dead during a news broadcast.
Joseph has since forgotten the location of his British hometown, and just as well, as it is more than likely flooded with radiation from the nearby nuclear blast site that absolutely devastated the nearby farming community, attempting to go there would likely result in death via acute radiation poisoning.
Joseph was once an absolutely morally good person, never hesitating to help others in need, but years of being betrayed and tricked in this hellish wasteland has turned him into a very sour and distrustful man, he will rarely help anyone unless doing so benefits him directly in some way. Although Joseph has not lost all sense of morality, as he will help others if their surivival obviously depends on his intervention. But only when his intervention will determine whether they live or not.
Joseph was last seen in former Oxford with Natalie, scavenging abandoned buildings for anything that could be used or traded for food or gear...
Portrait of Joseph [http://i663.photobucket.com/albums/uu352/BakaSmurf/The%20World%20that%20Was/Price.jpg]
Portrait of Natalie [http://i663.photobucket.com/albums/uu352/BakaSmurf/The%20World%20that%20Was/Nat.jpg]
Name: Ami Matsumoto
Gender: Female
Age: 29
Appearance:
Body: 5'11, beautiful face, physically fit, medium body frame, short brown hair, hazel eyes, adequately endowed, looks younger than her age suggests, a red "01 Hatsune Miku" tattoo on her left arm.
Clothing: Tan Combat BDU pants, tan Combat BDU blouse (sleeves rolled up), tan boots, tan sweat-resistant undershirt w/ Primrose[sup]TM[/sup] Logo, Primrose[sup]TM[/sup] Custom Phantom[sup]R[/sup] combat vest, black full-finger gloves, Primrose[sup]TM[/sup] Custom Integrity[sup]R[/sup] kneepads, Universal drop leg platform
Weapons & Items:
Weapons: XM8 Carbine (modified to be compatible with M4/M16 Magazines) w/ 3-9x IR/NV/Optical digital scope, flashlight, laser pointer, MK. 23 pistol w/ LAM, knife, 4 throwing knives.
Items: 10 Waffle Magazines (topped off), 6 MK.23 Magazines (topped off), 3 liter Hydration Pack, 2 canteens (acquired), Short-range Two-way radio, emergency charger (acquired), water purifier (acquired), Multitool, gun cleaning kit, batteries (acquired), collapsible shovel (military surplus)
Personality: Strong willed, courageous, sharp-minded, intelligent, tormented by loss of friends, has a tendency to take risks, can be fun and outgoing in less stressful times.
A natural born leader who thinks only in terms of logic, not emotion. In basic she was highly regarded for her abilities as a leader and strategist. Her only weakness was the thought of the loss of her comrades. Where as the thought of losing acquaintances give her a constant, uncomfortable feeling, seeing death happen in front of her can cause her to mentally break down. Ami was known by her friends as one to take risks and endeavor for great things, often leading to desirable outcomes. Despite her hard, combat-grizzled nature, she can be quite friendly and outgoing. Though her beautiful, exceedingly emotionless face hardly ever changes, beneath her skin lies a volatile mix of emotions.
Bio before and after Day Zero: A member of U.S. based PMC known as Primrose. Was in the U.K. prior to Zero Day on contract for a wealthy corporate executive.
Born in Oahu, Hawaii to Mitsune and Kazuma Matsumoto. Living in a three-story mansion nestled in a small, private cove along the island's northern coast near Waimea, Ami became fond of both the ocean and the physical activities it presented, such as swimming, surfing, scuba diving, and beach sports. Being very active in her early years, Ami developed a taste for adventure, constantly looking for places to climb and jump off of. Her parents were overwhelmed by her zeal, and were in constant fear of her safety.
Achieving above average grade in predominantly English-speaking schools, Ami's parents enrolled her in the newly established Kojiyama Academy, an almost exclusively Japanese private high school. Through her 4 years in Kojiyama school Ami achieved and sustained above average marks while almost constantly changing sports and clubs, only ever settling in the school's Anime Club. While being acknowledged as both popular and dazzlingly beautiful among her fellow students (especially among the male student), she had a disappointing social life and only made friends with a select few, never once having someone she considered a boyfriend. Despite the abundant coaxing from her school counselors that she follow her father's footsteps and become a lawyer, she opted instead for military service.
After graduation Ami enlisted in the United States Marine Corps. Graduating at the top of her class, she left basic with advanced medals in both rifle and pistol marksmanship. She was slated for Combat Journalism and spent the next 4 years embedding herself in units both overseas and at home. Her work and dedication earned her the rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade. She was honorably discharged in January of 2012 without ever having achieved her goal of seeing combat. Immediately after, Ami joined the U.S. based private military corporation Primrose, where she signed on as a field operative.
Ami spent the next year travelling around he world, protecting diplomats and documents, to waging proxy wars against local insurgencies. Her first assignment was to aid the recently set up Iraqi government in dealing with the rising insurgent threat. There she engaged in many firefights and became a well respected member among the deployed volunteers, even those in other PMCs
She continued to take contract after contract in her thirst for more adventure. Her last contract brought her to the U.K to act as a body guard with several others for a vastly unpopular corporate head.
[hr]
Convoy was heading into the city of London when the bombs dropped. The convoy turned around and headed to the nearest functioning airport to escort their VIP back to the European mainland. Among the 48 taking the contract, 25 were left behind with the promise to be picked up later. Two weeks after securing, patrolling, and holding down the airports western terminal, it became abundantly clear that rescue was not coming. And so the 25 members accumulated supplies and headed for the nearest settlement in search of others. After linking up with remnants of the 12th Royal Marines, her and her colleagues were integrated into military search and rescue operations.
Ami and company scoured city after city for the next few years, first by car, then on foot in search of survivors and supplies. Those they encountered had often come down with a radiation related sickness, those that didn't were often deemed too dangerous to keep with the group, or were too injured to move. As time passed on members died out from attacks and other radiation related causes. Three years after the bombings, only Ami and her fellow survivor Martin Best survived.
For the next two years Ami and Martin moved and scavenged for a living. Sometimes making due on one or two cans of fruit or soup. They braved weather, attacks, and disease together, never thinking for a second of leaving the other behind. As time progressed the two became the best of friends, followed by a romantic relationship between them, eventually becoming lovers.
One day while scavenging the outskirts of the city of Redding, Martin and Ami were ambushed by a band of pillagers. The ambush resulted in the attackers' death, but left Martin severely wounded and bleeding profusely. Ill equipped for handling severe wounds and out of gauze wrap, Ami tried as hard as she could to stop Martin's bleeding leg. That night, Martin slipped into a deep sleep and never woke up. Being the logical person she decided it best to bury him and move on.
Since then Ami has moving from location to location, scavenging for supplies and living off of what she could find, bearing with her the wills and memories of long lost friends.
PRIMROSE:TERM_MES
ID#:FO-0191519LAYBACK:INITIATED:3/27/20_13:32:12
"To survive, is to endure, adapt, and prosper. This, most certainly, mankind has not. Oh yes we may have endured, we may have adapted, but most certainly, we have not prospered. It may be impossible for a generation of people who had grown up with the world playing out on a monitor to thrive in this new world which we have been thrust into. The next generation however, if there ever is one, may hold a slightly better chance at survival. Or maybe mankind is destined to go the way of the many species which it has wiped from the face of the Earth. Maybe we deserve it. Maybe this is nature's way of signaling that even the mightiest of natural dynasties must fall at one point or another.
*white noise, fumbling*
If anyone is listening to this message, I, Ami Inoue Matsumoto, have passed on from this plane of existence and moved on to a far better place. And if indeed I have passed on and this message is being played back by someone other than my family, I ask of you one favor. If you survive to see a new world evolve from this wasteland, please try to find a woman named Natsuki Mizuno Lin. If you do, please deliver this device to her. She would most appreciate it."
PLAYBACK_SEQUENCE_COMPLETE
Gender: Female
Age: 29
Appearance:
Body: 5'11, beautiful face, physically fit, medium body frame, short brown hair, hazel eyes, adequately endowed, looks younger than her age suggests, a red "01 Hatsune Miku" tattoo on her left arm.
Clothing: Tan Combat BDU pants, tan Combat BDU blouse (sleeves rolled up), tan boots, tan sweat-resistant undershirt w/ Primrose[sup]TM[/sup] Logo, Primrose[sup]TM[/sup] Custom Phantom[sup]R[/sup] combat vest, black full-finger gloves, Primrose[sup]TM[/sup] Custom Integrity[sup]R[/sup] kneepads, Universal drop leg platform
Weapons & Items:
Weapons: XM8 Carbine (modified to be compatible with M4/M16 Magazines) w/ 3-9x IR/NV/Optical digital scope, flashlight, laser pointer, MK. 23 pistol w/ LAM, knife, 4 throwing knives.
Items: 10 Waffle Magazines (topped off), 6 MK.23 Magazines (topped off), 3 liter Hydration Pack, 2 canteens (acquired), Short-range Two-way radio, emergency charger (acquired), water purifier (acquired), Multitool, gun cleaning kit, batteries (acquired), collapsible shovel (military surplus)
Personality: Strong willed, courageous, sharp-minded, intelligent, tormented by loss of friends, has a tendency to take risks, can be fun and outgoing in less stressful times.
A natural born leader who thinks only in terms of logic, not emotion. In basic she was highly regarded for her abilities as a leader and strategist. Her only weakness was the thought of the loss of her comrades. Where as the thought of losing acquaintances give her a constant, uncomfortable feeling, seeing death happen in front of her can cause her to mentally break down. Ami was known by her friends as one to take risks and endeavor for great things, often leading to desirable outcomes. Despite her hard, combat-grizzled nature, she can be quite friendly and outgoing. Though her beautiful, exceedingly emotionless face hardly ever changes, beneath her skin lies a volatile mix of emotions.
Bio before and after Day Zero: A member of U.S. based PMC known as Primrose. Was in the U.K. prior to Zero Day on contract for a wealthy corporate executive.
Born in Oahu, Hawaii to Mitsune and Kazuma Matsumoto. Living in a three-story mansion nestled in a small, private cove along the island's northern coast near Waimea, Ami became fond of both the ocean and the physical activities it presented, such as swimming, surfing, scuba diving, and beach sports. Being very active in her early years, Ami developed a taste for adventure, constantly looking for places to climb and jump off of. Her parents were overwhelmed by her zeal, and were in constant fear of her safety.
Achieving above average grade in predominantly English-speaking schools, Ami's parents enrolled her in the newly established Kojiyama Academy, an almost exclusively Japanese private high school. Through her 4 years in Kojiyama school Ami achieved and sustained above average marks while almost constantly changing sports and clubs, only ever settling in the school's Anime Club. While being acknowledged as both popular and dazzlingly beautiful among her fellow students (especially among the male student), she had a disappointing social life and only made friends with a select few, never once having someone she considered a boyfriend. Despite the abundant coaxing from her school counselors that she follow her father's footsteps and become a lawyer, she opted instead for military service.
After graduation Ami enlisted in the United States Marine Corps. Graduating at the top of her class, she left basic with advanced medals in both rifle and pistol marksmanship. She was slated for Combat Journalism and spent the next 4 years embedding herself in units both overseas and at home. Her work and dedication earned her the rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade. She was honorably discharged in January of 2012 without ever having achieved her goal of seeing combat. Immediately after, Ami joined the U.S. based private military corporation Primrose, where she signed on as a field operative.
Ami spent the next year travelling around he world, protecting diplomats and documents, to waging proxy wars against local insurgencies. Her first assignment was to aid the recently set up Iraqi government in dealing with the rising insurgent threat. There she engaged in many firefights and became a well respected member among the deployed volunteers, even those in other PMCs
She continued to take contract after contract in her thirst for more adventure. Her last contract brought her to the U.K to act as a body guard with several others for a vastly unpopular corporate head.
[hr]
Convoy was heading into the city of London when the bombs dropped. The convoy turned around and headed to the nearest functioning airport to escort their VIP back to the European mainland. Among the 48 taking the contract, 25 were left behind with the promise to be picked up later. Two weeks after securing, patrolling, and holding down the airports western terminal, it became abundantly clear that rescue was not coming. And so the 25 members accumulated supplies and headed for the nearest settlement in search of others. After linking up with remnants of the 12th Royal Marines, her and her colleagues were integrated into military search and rescue operations.
Ami and company scoured city after city for the next few years, first by car, then on foot in search of survivors and supplies. Those they encountered had often come down with a radiation related sickness, those that didn't were often deemed too dangerous to keep with the group, or were too injured to move. As time passed on members died out from attacks and other radiation related causes. Three years after the bombings, only Ami and her fellow survivor Martin Best survived.
For the next two years Ami and Martin moved and scavenged for a living. Sometimes making due on one or two cans of fruit or soup. They braved weather, attacks, and disease together, never thinking for a second of leaving the other behind. As time progressed the two became the best of friends, followed by a romantic relationship between them, eventually becoming lovers.
One day while scavenging the outskirts of the city of Redding, Martin and Ami were ambushed by a band of pillagers. The ambush resulted in the attackers' death, but left Martin severely wounded and bleeding profusely. Ill equipped for handling severe wounds and out of gauze wrap, Ami tried as hard as she could to stop Martin's bleeding leg. That night, Martin slipped into a deep sleep and never woke up. Being the logical person she decided it best to bury him and move on.
Since then Ami has moving from location to location, scavenging for supplies and living off of what she could find, bearing with her the wills and memories of long lost friends.
PRIMROSE:TERM_MES
ID#:FO-0191519LAYBACK:INITIATED:3/27/20_13:32:12"To survive, is to endure, adapt, and prosper. This, most certainly, mankind has not. Oh yes we may have endured, we may have adapted, but most certainly, we have not prospered. It may be impossible for a generation of people who had grown up with the world playing out on a monitor to thrive in this new world which we have been thrust into. The next generation however, if there ever is one, may hold a slightly better chance at survival. Or maybe mankind is destined to go the way of the many species which it has wiped from the face of the Earth. Maybe we deserve it. Maybe this is nature's way of signaling that even the mightiest of natural dynasties must fall at one point or another.
*white noise, fumbling*
If anyone is listening to this message, I, Ami Inoue Matsumoto, have passed on from this plane of existence and moved on to a far better place. And if indeed I have passed on and this message is being played back by someone other than my family, I ask of you one favor. If you survive to see a new world evolve from this wasteland, please try to find a woman named Natsuki Mizuno Lin. If you do, please deliver this device to her. She would most appreciate it."
PLAYBACK_SEQUENCE_COMPLETE
Name: Nicolas Drexler
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Appearance: Nicolas is 6'4 and weighs approximately two hundred and fifty pounds. He is in very good shape. He has tan skin and dark brown hair, which is cut very short. He has two scars, one running down the side of his cheek and another small one on the left side of his forehead. He wears dark green BDU's that are actually part of an M.O.P.P combat suit. He will wear the full hood and mask combination when traveling through unknown areas or in combat. When not traveling through unknown areas or fighting, he wears a tan beret.
Weapons and items:
1 bicycle
1 bicycle cart (which is pulled by the bike)
Mk 14. EBR
5 clips of ammunition (2 empty)
1 small survival tent
3 bottles of clean water
1 canteen full of clean water
1 Ka-bar combat knife
20 feet of nylon rope
1 PLCE (Personal Load Carrying Equipment, basically the British Army's military backpack)
1 E-tool (Entrenchment tool)
1 small field first-aid kit (contains gauze strips, three doses of morphine, a bottle of iodine, a bottle of rubbing alcohol, a bottle of saline, tweezers and scissors)
1 Lighter
1 hand cranked rechargeable flash light
1 Compass
1 Map of the United Kingdom
6 replacement gas mask filters
1 Wallet with a picture in it
Personality: Nicolas has always had a sense of duty to others ever since he was a young child. He is intensely protective of those he cares about and will go to great lengths to protect others. He also possesses a strong sense of duty and honor. He has an intense fear of needles and spiders, but usually can control it to a certain extent.
Biography:
Nicolas was born in Hastings on March 10th 1985. He was the first child of Rex and Lynne Drexler; Nicolas would eventually have five siblings in total, three sisters and two brothers. He was especially close to his second sister Hannah, who was born with an extreme heart murmur that fluctuated wildly when she was a young child. Nicolas kept a close eye on her to make sure that she stayed healthy. He was however very protective of his siblings in general. This protectiveness carried over to when he was in school, by the time he was a senior in secondary school, Nicolas had been suspended over six times for picking fights with bullies who had harassed his siblings. While Nicolas had been academically above average, he decided to pursue a career in the military; he enlisted in the British army when he graduated from secondary school. Nicolas had always had a love fro his country and wanted to be in a profession where he could defend it and its people from danger.
Nicolas served in the main Royal British army for ten years, rising to the rank of lieutenant. After his tenth year, Nicolas requested a transfer to Special Air Service. After passing basic fitness exams, Nicolas began the long grueling task of S.A.S training, the physical training was intense, especially the Fan Dance (a twenty four kilometer Yomp with everyone carrying a fully loaded backpack over hilly terrain). Yet despite the harshness of the training, Nicolas managed to hang on. Eventually, after five months of exhausting exercises, Nicolas was transferred to St. Mawgan for the final part of his training, the Survive, Evade, Resist, Extract portion. The day he and several others were to be deposited into the forest, he got a call from his sister Hannah in London, his family were taking a trip to visit the city. His sister told him that everyone was having fun and how much she and everyone else missed him. She mentioned being excited to visit Buckingham Palace before he had to hang up. On his survival trip however, he snuck his wallet which had a photo of his family in it.
[hr]
Nicolas was droped in early to mark an LZ for his group. Given a map, a knife, a couple MREs and a compass. After marking the location, Nicolas waited for a day, howeven no one came. Concered and having a feeling that something was wrong, Nicolas used his map and compass to navigate himself to a motorway. Nicolas eventually found a motorway that was littered with abandoned cars, but had no people. Walking down the road, he found a jackknifed military truck and trailer of onto the side loaded with supplies, but no sighns of the soldiers. Nicolas found a clipboard on the dashbord that had a short message
"Hereford, Leeds, Glasgow,Warwick,Coventry, St Mawgan and London are confirmed to have been hit. We also have reports that Cardiff, Belfest and Abberdeen may have been hit as well. Presence of radiation confirmed also, full MOPP authorized."
Reading the message, Nicolas saw a small set of corrdinants written down. Using his map, he placed it fourty miles north on London. After loading up two backpacks with all the supplies he could grab (MREs, Space Gas Mask Filters, Ammunition, A few First Aid kits) and suiting up in a MOPP suit, Nicholas began his journey to the corrdinants.
After waling for a week, he finally located the position indicated on the corrdinantes, it was a small camp walled off with recently sawed trees. Once inside the camp, Nicolas found that it was manned mostly by British soldiers and their families. Over all there were about one hundred people in the camp.
As Nicholas intigrated himself into the camp, he befriended an old man Named Westler King., who was suprisingly fit for his age of sixty five. King and Nicolas bonded, both ahd been outsiders who were welcomed into the camp, so they shared the comradery of being the unknows. Throught King, Nicolas found out about the nuclear strikes on the cities of both the U.K and the world. Nicolas was devestated when he found out that one of the missiles had detonated right above Buckingham, he still remembered his conversation with his sister, about how excited she had been about visiting the palace. At first he wanted to charge off the the London metropolitan area to serch for his family, but King warned him against it, saying the area had been hit with multiple strikes and was heavily irradiated. This revelation nearly drove Nicholas to commit suicide, the revoltation that his family was probably dead haunted his very dreams for a long time.
Nicholas continued to help his adoptive community in any way he could, he primarily helped out on the salvaging missions, his MOPP suit allowed him to get into areas that were heavily damaged. However as time passed on, the camps numbers fell, the odd mutant attack, raider strikes and disease had killed a large portion of the camp. By the time 2019 came around, only twenty five of the original one hundred were left. One night, while Nicholas slept, a massive explosion woke him up. He saw pieces of the wooden palisaide on fire and a large hole in one of the walls, with raiders pouring through. Nicholas, along with the other camp inhabitants lead by King fought back, even as raider arrows and the occasional bullet brought the defenders down one by one. After what seemed like eternity, the battle was over, with the attackers repulsed. As Nicholas looked around though, he saw that his friends had fallen, some were motionless, others still moved, with letathal wounds penetrating their bodies.
Nicholas tried to use what supplies the med kits had to stabilize the survivors, but to no avail, one by one their injuries claimed their lives. Finally, only two people were left alive in the camp: Nicholas and King. King was dying thoguht, an arrow he had taken through his leg has severed an artery and the wound had become infected. As King lay dying, he told Nicholas about his life, growing up in Scotland on a small farm, how he enlisted at a yuoung age just like Nicholas and how his happiest moment had been when he was accepted into the Special Air Serive. He retold his tales of fighting in the Trobles and the Falkland War. He had Nicholas bring him his small knapsack, as he weakly opened it, he showed Nicholas his prize possesions: an old Colt .45 from when he was in the servie, his Tan berret and a Victoria cross, which he had earned during the Falkland War when he saved five soldiers who were pinned down. He told Nicholas to bury him with his Colt and his Cross, but told Nicholas to take the Berret.
At first Nicholas protested, saying he had never fully graduated and that King should be buried his all three of his items, King just chuckled and said with last breath: "Nicholas, you helped keep us alive for six years in a world that's gone to hell, I think that qualifies you for a damned hat!"
After King died, Nicholas buried the bodies of his friends and comerades. As he lowered King into his grave, he gently pinned King's old victoria cross on the old mans shirt and cradled in his crossed arms was his old Colt.
With the dead buried, Nicholas realized that he could not hold the camp by himself. He sadly loaded what supplies he could onto a bycicle cart and backpack. As he road away from the camp, Nicholas took one last sorrowful look back at his home for six years, doned his MOPP hood and lit the plaside on fire. He knew that the inhabitants would rather have seen the camp and its supplies destroyed rather than in the hands of oppertunistic raiders.
With his home gone, Nicholas rides north, having vaugly heard King mention radio broadcasts coming from that direction.
Gender: Male
Age: 34
Appearance: Nicolas is 6'4 and weighs approximately two hundred and fifty pounds. He is in very good shape. He has tan skin and dark brown hair, which is cut very short. He has two scars, one running down the side of his cheek and another small one on the left side of his forehead. He wears dark green BDU's that are actually part of an M.O.P.P combat suit. He will wear the full hood and mask combination when traveling through unknown areas or in combat. When not traveling through unknown areas or fighting, he wears a tan beret.
Weapons and items:
1 bicycle
1 bicycle cart (which is pulled by the bike)
Mk 14. EBR
5 clips of ammunition (2 empty)
1 small survival tent
3 bottles of clean water
1 canteen full of clean water
1 Ka-bar combat knife
20 feet of nylon rope
1 PLCE (Personal Load Carrying Equipment, basically the British Army's military backpack)
1 E-tool (Entrenchment tool)
1 small field first-aid kit (contains gauze strips, three doses of morphine, a bottle of iodine, a bottle of rubbing alcohol, a bottle of saline, tweezers and scissors)
1 Lighter
1 hand cranked rechargeable flash light
1 Compass
1 Map of the United Kingdom
6 replacement gas mask filters
1 Wallet with a picture in it
Personality: Nicolas has always had a sense of duty to others ever since he was a young child. He is intensely protective of those he cares about and will go to great lengths to protect others. He also possesses a strong sense of duty and honor. He has an intense fear of needles and spiders, but usually can control it to a certain extent.
Biography:
Nicolas was born in Hastings on March 10th 1985. He was the first child of Rex and Lynne Drexler; Nicolas would eventually have five siblings in total, three sisters and two brothers. He was especially close to his second sister Hannah, who was born with an extreme heart murmur that fluctuated wildly when she was a young child. Nicolas kept a close eye on her to make sure that she stayed healthy. He was however very protective of his siblings in general. This protectiveness carried over to when he was in school, by the time he was a senior in secondary school, Nicolas had been suspended over six times for picking fights with bullies who had harassed his siblings. While Nicolas had been academically above average, he decided to pursue a career in the military; he enlisted in the British army when he graduated from secondary school. Nicolas had always had a love fro his country and wanted to be in a profession where he could defend it and its people from danger.
Nicolas served in the main Royal British army for ten years, rising to the rank of lieutenant. After his tenth year, Nicolas requested a transfer to Special Air Service. After passing basic fitness exams, Nicolas began the long grueling task of S.A.S training, the physical training was intense, especially the Fan Dance (a twenty four kilometer Yomp with everyone carrying a fully loaded backpack over hilly terrain). Yet despite the harshness of the training, Nicolas managed to hang on. Eventually, after five months of exhausting exercises, Nicolas was transferred to St. Mawgan for the final part of his training, the Survive, Evade, Resist, Extract portion. The day he and several others were to be deposited into the forest, he got a call from his sister Hannah in London, his family were taking a trip to visit the city. His sister told him that everyone was having fun and how much she and everyone else missed him. She mentioned being excited to visit Buckingham Palace before he had to hang up. On his survival trip however, he snuck his wallet which had a photo of his family in it.
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Nicolas was droped in early to mark an LZ for his group. Given a map, a knife, a couple MREs and a compass. After marking the location, Nicolas waited for a day, howeven no one came. Concered and having a feeling that something was wrong, Nicolas used his map and compass to navigate himself to a motorway. Nicolas eventually found a motorway that was littered with abandoned cars, but had no people. Walking down the road, he found a jackknifed military truck and trailer of onto the side loaded with supplies, but no sighns of the soldiers. Nicolas found a clipboard on the dashbord that had a short message
"Hereford, Leeds, Glasgow,Warwick,Coventry, St Mawgan and London are confirmed to have been hit. We also have reports that Cardiff, Belfest and Abberdeen may have been hit as well. Presence of radiation confirmed also, full MOPP authorized."
Reading the message, Nicolas saw a small set of corrdinants written down. Using his map, he placed it fourty miles north on London. After loading up two backpacks with all the supplies he could grab (MREs, Space Gas Mask Filters, Ammunition, A few First Aid kits) and suiting up in a MOPP suit, Nicholas began his journey to the corrdinants.
After waling for a week, he finally located the position indicated on the corrdinantes, it was a small camp walled off with recently sawed trees. Once inside the camp, Nicolas found that it was manned mostly by British soldiers and their families. Over all there were about one hundred people in the camp.
As Nicholas intigrated himself into the camp, he befriended an old man Named Westler King., who was suprisingly fit for his age of sixty five. King and Nicolas bonded, both ahd been outsiders who were welcomed into the camp, so they shared the comradery of being the unknows. Throught King, Nicolas found out about the nuclear strikes on the cities of both the U.K and the world. Nicolas was devestated when he found out that one of the missiles had detonated right above Buckingham, he still remembered his conversation with his sister, about how excited she had been about visiting the palace. At first he wanted to charge off the the London metropolitan area to serch for his family, but King warned him against it, saying the area had been hit with multiple strikes and was heavily irradiated. This revelation nearly drove Nicholas to commit suicide, the revoltation that his family was probably dead haunted his very dreams for a long time.
Nicholas continued to help his adoptive community in any way he could, he primarily helped out on the salvaging missions, his MOPP suit allowed him to get into areas that were heavily damaged. However as time passed on, the camps numbers fell, the odd mutant attack, raider strikes and disease had killed a large portion of the camp. By the time 2019 came around, only twenty five of the original one hundred were left. One night, while Nicholas slept, a massive explosion woke him up. He saw pieces of the wooden palisaide on fire and a large hole in one of the walls, with raiders pouring through. Nicholas, along with the other camp inhabitants lead by King fought back, even as raider arrows and the occasional bullet brought the defenders down one by one. After what seemed like eternity, the battle was over, with the attackers repulsed. As Nicholas looked around though, he saw that his friends had fallen, some were motionless, others still moved, with letathal wounds penetrating their bodies.
Nicholas tried to use what supplies the med kits had to stabilize the survivors, but to no avail, one by one their injuries claimed their lives. Finally, only two people were left alive in the camp: Nicholas and King. King was dying thoguht, an arrow he had taken through his leg has severed an artery and the wound had become infected. As King lay dying, he told Nicholas about his life, growing up in Scotland on a small farm, how he enlisted at a yuoung age just like Nicholas and how his happiest moment had been when he was accepted into the Special Air Serive. He retold his tales of fighting in the Trobles and the Falkland War. He had Nicholas bring him his small knapsack, as he weakly opened it, he showed Nicholas his prize possesions: an old Colt .45 from when he was in the servie, his Tan berret and a Victoria cross, which he had earned during the Falkland War when he saved five soldiers who were pinned down. He told Nicholas to bury him with his Colt and his Cross, but told Nicholas to take the Berret.
At first Nicholas protested, saying he had never fully graduated and that King should be buried his all three of his items, King just chuckled and said with last breath: "Nicholas, you helped keep us alive for six years in a world that's gone to hell, I think that qualifies you for a damned hat!"
After King died, Nicholas buried the bodies of his friends and comerades. As he lowered King into his grave, he gently pinned King's old victoria cross on the old mans shirt and cradled in his crossed arms was his old Colt.
With the dead buried, Nicholas realized that he could not hold the camp by himself. He sadly loaded what supplies he could onto a bycicle cart and backpack. As he road away from the camp, Nicholas took one last sorrowful look back at his home for six years, doned his MOPP hood and lit the plaside on fire. He knew that the inhabitants would rather have seen the camp and its supplies destroyed rather than in the hands of oppertunistic raiders.
With his home gone, Nicholas rides north, having vaugly heard King mention radio broadcasts coming from that direction.
Name: Sydney Orson Shaw
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Appearance:
-6' 2"
-148 lbs.
-Moderate Build
-Caucasian
-Short length brown hair and a short trimmed fair beard.
-Green Eyes
-He wears glasses that are missing one lens making his left eye the good one.
-He wears a black business attire that he has torn the lining out of in order to accommodate with the jungle heat, and wears black laced business shoes.
Weapons & Items:
-A classic revolver
-Glock 17
-Scoped hunting rifle with a strap to carry on his back.
-Ammo belt with pistol holsters
-Machete tucked inside of ammo belt
-Canteen with pure water
-One Dead Cell Phone
Personality:
Sydney is a very reserved man rarely letting anyone into his mind concerning his personal issues. He was clinically depressed before the bombings, but has recovered to some degree ever since the bombings due to a new goal. He is quick witted in a situation and tries to make people laugh so he feels that he won't be missed by someone when and if he were to die, and to deal with his fear of being lonely.
His previous lifestyle as a cunning business man have made him emotionally void, violent, and effecient during "business hours," whenever the moment became tense.
Back Story:
Sydney since birth was a business man at heart growing up in New York. He was always getting his work done on time at school and thinking of ways to change the game. He lived a normal lifestyle graduating high school with high grades, but lack of motivation. At college he earned a business degree from Harvard opening the door to his eventual corporate lifestyle.
Sydney became depressed over the last couple of years dealing with pending Ponzi Scheme trial, and dealing with the guilt of shutting down several orphanages during hostile business takeovers along with receiving constant harassment from civilians in America. The only thing keeping him from ending it all was the support and love from high school sweetheart, now wife.
He flew out to Europe the day of the bombing, the plane crashed on the beaches of Britain, there was only one other survivor during the crash, the plane's pilot. He took the revolver he had packed in his suitcase and embarked on a journey with the pilot, eventually the pilot died during their first encounter with the mutants and other denizens of this new world, but took the pilots Glock before departing. Sydney pondered suicide being unable to cope with a the new world, but was saved by a phone call from his wife indicating she survived the bombing, they talked for hours until the battery in his phone died and couldn't find his charger amongst the planes wreckage. His new goal is now to live long enough to make it back to America and be with his wife and start over.
He has now been using the pilot's crashed plane as his hideout for the duration of his arrival. When using the pilots radio one day he came across the message of a so called "Safe Haven". Sydney now finds himself making his way to this "Safe Haven" hoping they'll have enough technology to get him back home to the arms of his beloved.
Gender: Male
Age: 36
Appearance:
-6' 2"
-148 lbs.
-Moderate Build
-Caucasian
-Short length brown hair and a short trimmed fair beard.
-Green Eyes
-He wears glasses that are missing one lens making his left eye the good one.
-He wears a black business attire that he has torn the lining out of in order to accommodate with the jungle heat, and wears black laced business shoes.
Weapons & Items:
-A classic revolver
-Glock 17
-Scoped hunting rifle with a strap to carry on his back.
-Ammo belt with pistol holsters
-Machete tucked inside of ammo belt
-Canteen with pure water
-One Dead Cell Phone
Personality:
Sydney is a very reserved man rarely letting anyone into his mind concerning his personal issues. He was clinically depressed before the bombings, but has recovered to some degree ever since the bombings due to a new goal. He is quick witted in a situation and tries to make people laugh so he feels that he won't be missed by someone when and if he were to die, and to deal with his fear of being lonely.
His previous lifestyle as a cunning business man have made him emotionally void, violent, and effecient during "business hours," whenever the moment became tense.
Back Story:
Sydney since birth was a business man at heart growing up in New York. He was always getting his work done on time at school and thinking of ways to change the game. He lived a normal lifestyle graduating high school with high grades, but lack of motivation. At college he earned a business degree from Harvard opening the door to his eventual corporate lifestyle.
Sydney became depressed over the last couple of years dealing with pending Ponzi Scheme trial, and dealing with the guilt of shutting down several orphanages during hostile business takeovers along with receiving constant harassment from civilians in America. The only thing keeping him from ending it all was the support and love from high school sweetheart, now wife.
He flew out to Europe the day of the bombing, the plane crashed on the beaches of Britain, there was only one other survivor during the crash, the plane's pilot. He took the revolver he had packed in his suitcase and embarked on a journey with the pilot, eventually the pilot died during their first encounter with the mutants and other denizens of this new world, but took the pilots Glock before departing. Sydney pondered suicide being unable to cope with a the new world, but was saved by a phone call from his wife indicating she survived the bombing, they talked for hours until the battery in his phone died and couldn't find his charger amongst the planes wreckage. His new goal is now to live long enough to make it back to America and be with his wife and start over.
He has now been using the pilot's crashed plane as his hideout for the duration of his arrival. When using the pilots radio one day he came across the message of a so called "Safe Haven". Sydney now finds himself making his way to this "Safe Haven" hoping they'll have enough technology to get him back home to the arms of his beloved.
Remember: Strong characters make strong stories. I will not accept a character if I do not feel that they are anything but novel material. Your character is expected to have some backstory, the depth of which is up to you. And make sure your posts and characters are grounded in the realm of realism.
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Name: Vjenceslav Tkalčić
Gender: Male
Age: 43
Appearance: Tall, but not extremely tall, around 6' 3". He is also underweight for his height, abound 142 lbs, making him quite thin, but he has a good amount of lean muscle. He has light skin, but an olive complexion coming from his Slavic roots. His face is slightly long and rather bony. He is clean-shaven, and has a small crescent-shaped scar on his left cheek. His dark brown hair is slightly long, if only because he hasn't had the time to cut it in a while.
Weapons & Items: -Armalon PC, with 2 magazines (14 rounds) of .357 Magnum ammunition
-Large metal canteen
-3 rations of food.
-Utility Knife
-Home First-Aide Kit
Personality: Vjenceslav was not a very outgoing man before Day Zero, and the end of the world has only made him more of a loner. Initially considering himself the last human alive, he had resigned himself to being alone for the rest of his life, and even considered suicide. However, after he met an small enclave of fellow survivors, he realized that humanity hadn't yet died, and strengthened his resolve to survive. He doesn't have any real so-called fears (other than being alone for eternity), but he does hate bees.
Bio before and after Day Zero: Born in his native Croatia, Vjenceslav and his family moved to Great Britain in order to escape the Croatian War for Independence, although Vjenceslav wanted to fight. Living in a Balkan Republic, he needed to be fiercely patriotic, or he'd have no friends on either side. If he wasn't a proud Croatian, the other Croatians would see him as a traitor. If he preferred the Serbs, they would never accept him, because he was Croatian. "With ethnic tensions at the levels they were, it was one or the other. No room for in between."
Upon moving away from his home, not to mention his friends and extended family, and settling in Great Britain, Vjenceslav wanted to leave when the war ended, but he had to stay in order to care for his ailing mother with his father. His mother had been diagnosed with lung cancer, most likely coming from a life of heavy smoking. Caring for her was hard work, even with help from his father and the British hospital system, though it was inevitably in vain. Deciding to stay in Great Britain, even after her passing, Vjenceslav grew to like the country, where he lived until Day Zero.
After Day Zero (which, as you might have seen from the Personality section, was a but traumatic for him), he remained in his old home, it's structure still relatively stable after Day Zero, even with the overgrowth. He dug out the rifle his father had bought for hunting, and occasionally leaves for supplies.
Gender: Male
Age: 43
Appearance: Tall, but not extremely tall, around 6' 3". He is also underweight for his height, abound 142 lbs, making him quite thin, but he has a good amount of lean muscle. He has light skin, but an olive complexion coming from his Slavic roots. His face is slightly long and rather bony. He is clean-shaven, and has a small crescent-shaped scar on his left cheek. His dark brown hair is slightly long, if only because he hasn't had the time to cut it in a while.
Weapons & Items: -Armalon PC, with 2 magazines (14 rounds) of .357 Magnum ammunition
-Large metal canteen
-3 rations of food.
-Utility Knife
-Home First-Aide Kit
Personality: Vjenceslav was not a very outgoing man before Day Zero, and the end of the world has only made him more of a loner. Initially considering himself the last human alive, he had resigned himself to being alone for the rest of his life, and even considered suicide. However, after he met an small enclave of fellow survivors, he realized that humanity hadn't yet died, and strengthened his resolve to survive. He doesn't have any real so-called fears (other than being alone for eternity), but he does hate bees.
Bio before and after Day Zero: Born in his native Croatia, Vjenceslav and his family moved to Great Britain in order to escape the Croatian War for Independence, although Vjenceslav wanted to fight. Living in a Balkan Republic, he needed to be fiercely patriotic, or he'd have no friends on either side. If he wasn't a proud Croatian, the other Croatians would see him as a traitor. If he preferred the Serbs, they would never accept him, because he was Croatian. "With ethnic tensions at the levels they were, it was one or the other. No room for in between."
Upon moving away from his home, not to mention his friends and extended family, and settling in Great Britain, Vjenceslav wanted to leave when the war ended, but he had to stay in order to care for his ailing mother with his father. His mother had been diagnosed with lung cancer, most likely coming from a life of heavy smoking. Caring for her was hard work, even with help from his father and the British hospital system, though it was inevitably in vain. Deciding to stay in Great Britain, even after her passing, Vjenceslav grew to like the country, where he lived until Day Zero.
After Day Zero (which, as you might have seen from the Personality section, was a but traumatic for him), he remained in his old home, it's structure still relatively stable after Day Zero, even with the overgrowth. He dug out the rifle his father had bought for hunting, and occasionally leaves for supplies.
The spoiler box fucks his name up, but there is my sheet.
EDIT: So far, that's what I got, but if any more is needed, I would be more than happy to add.
Well, I am 14. I try to get them around the same age as me usually.
Also, almost always have mental problems. Like Weird Girl. She was fucked up.
Also, almost always have mental problems. Like Weird Girl. She was fucked up.
Well, I am odd... In many ways. But I think thats what happens when your 25% Welsh, 48% English, 10% Russian and the rest is god-knows-what.
Just use common sense, how old do you think one could be to be able to survive in a massive jungle ecosystem full of horrible monsters and psychotic people?Fallen-Angel Risen-Demon said:
Although I suppose it all boils down to if you can make the character believable, a younger person surviving by using guile 'ala sneaking around and remaining out of detection from predators is more believable than a young person surviving by lugging around a machine gun and firing it from the hip like a midget Rambo, for example.
Just keep it within the realms of believability and you should be fine.
Name: He has two personality's which go by different names.
Jack Thompson and Lee Pope.
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Appearance: He has unkempt dark blond medium-long hair. 129 pound. 5'8 tall. Hazel eyes. Caucasian. Wears black jeans with several holes in, a scraggy white top with dirt marks on and white shoe, goggles and a knife guard.
Weapons and Items:
A large kitchen knife in his guard used for defensive purposes.
A backpack with the following items in.
A swiss-army knife.
Ten lots of bandages.
A first-aid kit.
A jar of sweets.
Several books ranging from fiction to factual.
A M9 pistol with three magazines used only in emergencies.
Personalities: From his Dissociative Identity Disorder (Or DID) he has two personalities.
Jack: Jack is quiet, sensitive and honest. He tries to befriend anyone he comes across and dislikes resorting to violence. If he sees anything that looks hostile he tries to sneak around it. The thing he aims for is finding out who he was before but that is third priority to helping others and surviving. He fears Lee for his ruthlessness.
Lee: Lee is a talkative boy, always voicing his opinion as fact. His first instinct when seeing people is to steal from them, as much as possible. When he sees anything hostile his first instinct is too sneak behind them and kill them with his knife. He only aims to survive. He believes Jack is too weak, that he lacks the feeling of revenge. He believes that the only reason they are alive is because of himself.
Bio: Neither of his personalities know what happened before. One day he woke up in a house in a town in the Wiltshire area. Since then he wandered around Jack looking for answers, Lee just surviving. He (or they depending on your view) only learned about his other personality a year after waking up when one day Jack woke up covered in blood with a dead survivor next to him with stab wounds that seemed to come from his knife. The stress this caused made his condition to develop so that the alternate personalities would remember what the other one had done as if viewing it from their eyes. After that he wandered around sneaking, stealing and befriending. He found his knife in the house where he woke, the backpack was in the room and most of the other stuff from stealing and scavenging. A few years ago he encountered a group of survivors as Jack, he traveled with them for a week. Chatting, joking, generally having fun. Then one day another group attacked. Jack was almost killed but managed to run away leaving the others to die. Then Lee took over. Lee liked the people too, he wanted revenge like nothing else. He followed them for ten days, picking them off slowly and quietly leaving the leader for last. Instead of killing the leader he disabled him by cutting his legs then threw him to the mutants. Since then Jack has been afraid of Lee and fights to keep control, this makes Jack usually the one in control. His fear of Lee driving him so that a repeat never happens.
Jack Thompson and Lee Pope.
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Appearance: He has unkempt dark blond medium-long hair. 129 pound. 5'8 tall. Hazel eyes. Caucasian. Wears black jeans with several holes in, a scraggy white top with dirt marks on and white shoe, goggles and a knife guard.
Weapons and Items:
A large kitchen knife in his guard used for defensive purposes.
A backpack with the following items in.
A swiss-army knife.
Ten lots of bandages.
A first-aid kit.
A jar of sweets.
Several books ranging from fiction to factual.
A M9 pistol with three magazines used only in emergencies.
Personalities: From his Dissociative Identity Disorder (Or DID) he has two personalities.
Jack: Jack is quiet, sensitive and honest. He tries to befriend anyone he comes across and dislikes resorting to violence. If he sees anything that looks hostile he tries to sneak around it. The thing he aims for is finding out who he was before but that is third priority to helping others and surviving. He fears Lee for his ruthlessness.
Lee: Lee is a talkative boy, always voicing his opinion as fact. His first instinct when seeing people is to steal from them, as much as possible. When he sees anything hostile his first instinct is too sneak behind them and kill them with his knife. He only aims to survive. He believes Jack is too weak, that he lacks the feeling of revenge. He believes that the only reason they are alive is because of himself.
Bio: Neither of his personalities know what happened before. One day he woke up in a house in a town in the Wiltshire area. Since then he wandered around Jack looking for answers, Lee just surviving. He (or they depending on your view) only learned about his other personality a year after waking up when one day Jack woke up covered in blood with a dead survivor next to him with stab wounds that seemed to come from his knife. The stress this caused made his condition to develop so that the alternate personalities would remember what the other one had done as if viewing it from their eyes. After that he wandered around sneaking, stealing and befriending. He found his knife in the house where he woke, the backpack was in the room and most of the other stuff from stealing and scavenging. A few years ago he encountered a group of survivors as Jack, he traveled with them for a week. Chatting, joking, generally having fun. Then one day another group attacked. Jack was almost killed but managed to run away leaving the others to die. Then Lee took over. Lee liked the people too, he wanted revenge like nothing else. He followed them for ten days, picking them off slowly and quietly leaving the leader for last. Instead of killing the leader he disabled him by cutting his legs then threw him to the mutants. Since then Jack has been afraid of Lee and fights to keep control, this makes Jack usually the one in control. His fear of Lee driving him so that a repeat never happens.
TheSentinel said:
Not quite acceptable levels yet. You'll need to put a lot more work into your character(s).Fallen-Angel Risen-Demon said:
ThreeWords said:
Done.FinalDream said:
ThreeWords: Make anything close to 3W again and I will not hesitate to get all up in yo' bizzy.