Post by micrichard12 on Jan 23, 2011 22:28:19 GMT -6
Tell us about yourself
Name/alias: Michael K. Richardson III
Age: 17
How long have you been RPing? about four years
Do you have any other characters on the site? No
Your character; bare bones
Name: George Hamilton
Age: 17
Location: Minneapolis, Minnesota
Immune or Carrier? Immune
Skills: only if Immune, maximum of 2 Assimilation and Puppetmaster
Status: single, taken, married? Single
Celebrity face:none
Picture:
Brief appearance description: Tall, standing at 6'2 and weighing in at 200 pounds with a broad, muscular torso, keg, and long lean legs. Before the outbreak, he kept his dark hair trimmed short, however it has grown out a bit due to his lack of time to cut it, and is rather wild, usually tied into with a black bandana and topped with a gray military patrol cap. Has white skin, though it has been lightly tanned where it is exposed to the sun. Wears gray combat trousers and a pair of hobnailed jump boots. Over a plain black beater, he wears an open leather luftwaffe jacket, along with a shoulder holster containing a .454 ruger Super redhawk with 9.5 inch barrel. Ammunition is stocked in pouches at his belt, carries a Kel-Tech PLR16 at his hip. For melee, he uses a crowbar, and for a main weapon, he uses a semi auto M14. Either wears aviator sunglasses or a pair of aviators flight goggles.
Inside their head.
Personality: Even as a child, George never really talked much, and was always inquisitive of his surroundings. From day one, he rarely cried, even when he was born he was silent. When he reached schooling age, he had friends like most other kids, and often would sit back, taking a second in command role but never a full on leadership. As he moved on to highschool, he became infatuated with firearms, and trained up with airsoft as well as getting a job at the local gunshop. Planned on joining the marines, but obviously missed out.
He has an interesting habit of memorizing historical facts and the like, as an interest in politics. He usually comes across as rude, however increasingly, he is merely being blunt and honest, never liking such trivial things as sarcasm and the like. Is extremely loyal to his friends and ruthless to his enemies.
Likes: at least 3 Vodka, women, firearms, politics, history, the military, dogs, reading, music (classical, metal, rock, rap, R&B, techno), and intelligent people.
Dislikes: at least 3 Stupidity, zombies, muslims, loud people, tequila
Strengths: physically strong, good at close to mid ranged combat without a scope, loyal, intelligent, and quick thinker
Weaknesses: slower runner, needs glasses, so is not very good at sniping without a scope, lone wolf
Fears: death, homosexuals, being torn apart, crowds
Family: Mother, father, 2 sisters. Fate unknown
History: Born to a middle class family in the urban area of Minneapolis, he grew up pretty normally, however he went hiking along the Mississippi river as well as taking many trips up north with his father. As a small child, he would usually spend time out playing in nature, which was what taught him the survival techniques in their infancy, and eventually through the assistance of his fathers knowledge, refined them.
In his teens, he always fantasized about joining the military, fighting zombies, and he always had a sort of racist humor. His first encounter with the infected was when he was in class, and a classmate attacked a teacher. He immediately fled the school, using the fire route, but many students didn't make it.
Holed up with a few friends and the local law enforcement, until they were ambushed in the local bank, at the time their stronghold. They fought hard, but were forced to flee, separating George from the group. He now roams the country alone, driving his ancient 1991 chevy suburban, which runs on bio diesel he keeps stocked up.
What do you think of this situation? Personally, I find the situation thrilling! It moves me to know that there are others out there to keep up the passion and preparation for the apocalypse. I hope to ad some ideas and insight, as well as hear others out and have a great fun time whilst doing so.
RP sample: At least 2 paragraphs--you only have to do this once
It was mid day when George finally rose up from his slumber, blinking a few moments before realizing he was still, once again, outside. The wind seemed to bristle through his hair as he tied it back, making sure not to snag himself on the branches of the tree he was in, well off the ground.
The forest beneath was quit tranquil, but he also know it would turn into a bloody nightmare if more than one of the infected were near. After a quick gulp of water and a few vitamin pills, he munched down a stale graham cracker pack, and proceeded with checking his .454 revolver, opening the unfluted cylinder and loading in two more shells to supplement the ones used the previous day. He slipped the cylinder back into position, and holstered it in the large black leather shoulder holster underneath his luftwaffe aviators jacket.
He tightened his boots, wiped his eyes, and hoisted his M14 onto his back, starting the climb down to the forest floor, glancing to the bushes, which concealed his suburban, as he prepared to continue his journey southward, following the only signs of his comrades he could find. Another days work ahead, hopefully another day in one piece...
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Name/alias: Michael K. Richardson III
Age: 17
How long have you been RPing? about four years
Do you have any other characters on the site? No
Your character; bare bones
Name: George Hamilton
Age: 17
Location: Minneapolis, Minnesota
Immune or Carrier? Immune
Skills: only if Immune, maximum of 2 Assimilation and Puppetmaster
Status: single, taken, married? Single
Celebrity face:none
Picture:
Brief appearance description: Tall, standing at 6'2 and weighing in at 200 pounds with a broad, muscular torso, keg, and long lean legs. Before the outbreak, he kept his dark hair trimmed short, however it has grown out a bit due to his lack of time to cut it, and is rather wild, usually tied into with a black bandana and topped with a gray military patrol cap. Has white skin, though it has been lightly tanned where it is exposed to the sun. Wears gray combat trousers and a pair of hobnailed jump boots. Over a plain black beater, he wears an open leather luftwaffe jacket, along with a shoulder holster containing a .454 ruger Super redhawk with 9.5 inch barrel. Ammunition is stocked in pouches at his belt, carries a Kel-Tech PLR16 at his hip. For melee, he uses a crowbar, and for a main weapon, he uses a semi auto M14. Either wears aviator sunglasses or a pair of aviators flight goggles.
Inside their head.
Personality: Even as a child, George never really talked much, and was always inquisitive of his surroundings. From day one, he rarely cried, even when he was born he was silent. When he reached schooling age, he had friends like most other kids, and often would sit back, taking a second in command role but never a full on leadership. As he moved on to highschool, he became infatuated with firearms, and trained up with airsoft as well as getting a job at the local gunshop. Planned on joining the marines, but obviously missed out.
He has an interesting habit of memorizing historical facts and the like, as an interest in politics. He usually comes across as rude, however increasingly, he is merely being blunt and honest, never liking such trivial things as sarcasm and the like. Is extremely loyal to his friends and ruthless to his enemies.
Likes: at least 3 Vodka, women, firearms, politics, history, the military, dogs, reading, music (classical, metal, rock, rap, R&B, techno), and intelligent people.
Dislikes: at least 3 Stupidity, zombies, muslims, loud people, tequila
Strengths: physically strong, good at close to mid ranged combat without a scope, loyal, intelligent, and quick thinker
Weaknesses: slower runner, needs glasses, so is not very good at sniping without a scope, lone wolf
Fears: death, homosexuals, being torn apart, crowds
Family: Mother, father, 2 sisters. Fate unknown
History: Born to a middle class family in the urban area of Minneapolis, he grew up pretty normally, however he went hiking along the Mississippi river as well as taking many trips up north with his father. As a small child, he would usually spend time out playing in nature, which was what taught him the survival techniques in their infancy, and eventually through the assistance of his fathers knowledge, refined them.
In his teens, he always fantasized about joining the military, fighting zombies, and he always had a sort of racist humor. His first encounter with the infected was when he was in class, and a classmate attacked a teacher. He immediately fled the school, using the fire route, but many students didn't make it.
Holed up with a few friends and the local law enforcement, until they were ambushed in the local bank, at the time their stronghold. They fought hard, but were forced to flee, separating George from the group. He now roams the country alone, driving his ancient 1991 chevy suburban, which runs on bio diesel he keeps stocked up.
What do you think of this situation? Personally, I find the situation thrilling! It moves me to know that there are others out there to keep up the passion and preparation for the apocalypse. I hope to ad some ideas and insight, as well as hear others out and have a great fun time whilst doing so.
RP sample: At least 2 paragraphs--you only have to do this once
It was mid day when George finally rose up from his slumber, blinking a few moments before realizing he was still, once again, outside. The wind seemed to bristle through his hair as he tied it back, making sure not to snag himself on the branches of the tree he was in, well off the ground.
The forest beneath was quit tranquil, but he also know it would turn into a bloody nightmare if more than one of the infected were near. After a quick gulp of water and a few vitamin pills, he munched down a stale graham cracker pack, and proceeded with checking his .454 revolver, opening the unfluted cylinder and loading in two more shells to supplement the ones used the previous day. He slipped the cylinder back into position, and holstered it in the large black leather shoulder holster underneath his luftwaffe aviators jacket.
He tightened his boots, wiped his eyes, and hoisted his M14 onto his back, starting the climb down to the forest floor, glancing to the bushes, which concealed his suburban, as he prepared to continue his journey southward, following the only signs of his comrades he could find. Another days work ahead, hopefully another day in one piece...
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