Edited
Race is intended to be nationality, I'll edit that. Other than that Accepted.
"Go on! Run! But don't drop the banana."
"Why not!?"
"Good source of potassium!"
I'll start working on a CS sometime.
"Go on! Run! But don't drop the banana."
"Why not!?"
"Good source of potassium!"
Is this dead? If not:
Name: Nova Storm
Nickname, if any:
Age: 23
Time Period: 1967
Gender: Male
Size: 6'1, 185
Nationality: American
Belief: The infinite cosmos of our universe
Sexual Orientation: Strait
Political/Economic View: The Government totally sucks
Personality: He is a recent hippie.
Background: Echo grew up poor, much too poor to avoid the war. He served a 4 year term in Vietnam where he saw... He saw some shit. But he wasn't going to let that hold him back. He was determined to join the movement of peace. That's how he ended up in the bunker...
When he woke up, he was no longer at the big festival. No, his Acid trip must have gone totally wrong, because this Russian city is not the wonderland of fun and mushrooms he was in last night.
And that pile of garbage most diffidently is NOT the pretty girl he bedded the night before. Nor was it any of her friends that came along. While the eerie silence may help his hangover, it diffidently doesn't help his sanity.
"You know what world" Echo says to himself "You got me cornered again... I'm gonna roll another joint"
Physical Abilities: He is in pea physical condition from his recent tour. He is also skilled in hand to hand combat, and gun play.
Other Skills: Good with guns, knives, and survival situations.
Theme Song: CCR- Fortunate Son