Name: Daniel Johnson
Nickname(s): Danny, DJ
Age: 27
Height: 5' 9"
Build: Athletic
Arsenal:
Slingbow with 15 arrows.
Shotgun - w/ military steel ammo box (100 shells)
Kimber handgun - Springfield 1911 model .45 cal - 50 rounds.
Equipment - some gear is on person, some is in the duffel bag, some in the knapsack, it looks like a lot, but when distributed across person and a couple storage items, it's not.
Two sets of clothes, good boots, running shoes, gloves (leather), sunglasses, baseball cap, Leatherman, binoculars, machete, a few Bic lighters, a firesteel, pocket knife, box cutter, survival/field/bushcraft knife, backup knife, e-tool, hobo stove, vaseballs, duct tape, bank line, tarp, bed roll, couple sets of eating utensils, a few stale power/protein bars, crowbar (for B&E), small tool kit, backpack, knapsack, duffel bag. mirror (old CD), chap stick, small jar of vaseline, storm matches, canteen
Transportation - bicycle w/ small trailer
Bio/Narrative:
They say you never really realize what you have until it’s gone. God that’s so damn true, isn’t it? Let me introduce myself, dear reader. My name is Daniel Johnson. I tend to go by Danny or DJ a lot among my friends, when I had them. I figure it’s a good idea to talk to you like this instead of talking to myself. That’s not healthy, right? I mean sometimes it’s the only intelligent conversation you can have, even before … the Turn. Anyway, Daniel Johnson, you might or might not recognize the name. I used to be an entertainer. I started out doing set construction stage as well as big and small screen companies. One day they needed a stand-in for somebody I looked like. It went well, I was invited back to help. Soon after, I was working on getting my certification in stunt work through the stunt actors guild, basically. I picked up stage fighting, driving, falling, all sorts of things. It was fun, and I enjoyed the adrenaline rush. I’ve always been a jack-of-all-trades kind of person, so when I wasn’t doing stunt work, I was doing production work. Training in Kali through Guru Inosanto and Kuya Marcaida. They thought I was a natural, and maybe I was. I picked it all up. Never thought I’d have to use it for real.
So if you know my face, that’s great. If not, that was part of the job too. I got to do some cool stuff in the day. Least I got paid for crazy stuff. These days I don’t work for money, I work for my life. Thirty foot fall into a raging river? Yeah I don’t have divers to pull me out now, or give me air from a scuba tank. Better know how to swim, and you better be able to put your own shoulder back in if you pop it out.
So, skills. I mentioned some. I can cook, decently. I’ve several years in Filipino Martial Arts and stage fighting, and some kickboxing, but since then I’ve had to make use of it for real. I can handle most firearms pretty well. My armorers on set saw to that. I can build and wire a house, repair most mechanical things. I can do general repair and maintenence and jury-rig a lot of stuff. I can drive and handle a radio. Set work and the training made me strong, but I’m not a bodybuilder. I’ve got some mobility training for doing stuff like parkour but.. I’m nowhere near some of the people on Youtube, even after all this time. I play guitar, and can sing decently. It helps from time to time. Beatbox as well as just general impressions and impersonations. Sometimes it’s good to talk my way past people, other time it gets a smile or a laugh. So what first aid I picked up on the set, I’ve had to live by and it’s gotten better. I had to learn survival out here in the wild, scrounged up some books, but I’ve run into a few good ol’ boys. Jason Raynes was one of them. Former Army CavScout/Sniper, was running with a motorcycle gang for a while. Film crews sometimes have to make good out there, and you pick up stuff, but he took what I knew and built on it a ton. I heard he’s alive in Colorado somewhere. Might have to track him down.
I guess being able to do a lot is the advantage of above average intelligence. It sounds like I’m some sort of war machine, but I’m not. The injuries catch up to you, especially on the cold days sometimes. I don’t fight unless I gotta. Running is usually a better option. Ammo is scarce, even in Tennessee.. you know the patron state of shootin’ stuff. I’ve had to learn how to use a bow in the process. I had some training, but these days you have to live by it. Jason introduced me to ‘em. Most of the time I carry a sling-bow. Small, compact, folds up, easy to find the parts for, can take down a deer or a man no problem. Undead too with a clean shot. Ammo is cheap for hunting small game. Rocks will usually do just fine. When you need something meatier taken down, a quick conversion and it’s ready. Arrows can be hard to come by. Most department stores were out of them after hunting season when the Turn happened. I have to make my own. I’ve got a few things to help, but I can make do with just a pocket knife in a pinch.
Most of the time you’ll find me wearing at least a leather jacket. It rubs less than cloth, cuts the wind, and oh yeah… the undead can't scratch or bite through it most of the time. I’ve got a couple old t-shirts I wear. Ripstop cargo pants, olive drab are usually what you can find me wearing, with a pair of broken-in hiking boots, or a pair of running shoes sometimes. I usually have gloves, shades, cap and hoodie. Been having to scrounge warmer clothes lately, heading up north.
Nickname(s): Danny, DJ
Age: 27
Height: 5' 9"
Build: Athletic
Arsenal:
Slingbow with 15 arrows.
Shotgun - w/ military steel ammo box (100 shells)
Kimber handgun - Springfield 1911 model .45 cal - 50 rounds.
Equipment - some gear is on person, some is in the duffel bag, some in the knapsack, it looks like a lot, but when distributed across person and a couple storage items, it's not.
Two sets of clothes, good boots, running shoes, gloves (leather), sunglasses, baseball cap, Leatherman, binoculars, machete, a few Bic lighters, a firesteel, pocket knife, box cutter, survival/field/bushcraft knife, backup knife, e-tool, hobo stove, vaseballs, duct tape, bank line, tarp, bed roll, couple sets of eating utensils, a few stale power/protein bars, crowbar (for B&E), small tool kit, backpack, knapsack, duffel bag. mirror (old CD), chap stick, small jar of vaseline, storm matches, canteen
Transportation - bicycle w/ small trailer
Bio/Narrative:
They say you never really realize what you have until it’s gone. God that’s so damn true, isn’t it? Let me introduce myself, dear reader. My name is Daniel Johnson. I tend to go by Danny or DJ a lot among my friends, when I had them. I figure it’s a good idea to talk to you like this instead of talking to myself. That’s not healthy, right? I mean sometimes it’s the only intelligent conversation you can have, even before … the Turn. Anyway, Daniel Johnson, you might or might not recognize the name. I used to be an entertainer. I started out doing set construction stage as well as big and small screen companies. One day they needed a stand-in for somebody I looked like. It went well, I was invited back to help. Soon after, I was working on getting my certification in stunt work through the stunt actors guild, basically. I picked up stage fighting, driving, falling, all sorts of things. It was fun, and I enjoyed the adrenaline rush. I’ve always been a jack-of-all-trades kind of person, so when I wasn’t doing stunt work, I was doing production work. Training in Kali through Guru Inosanto and Kuya Marcaida. They thought I was a natural, and maybe I was. I picked it all up. Never thought I’d have to use it for real.
So if you know my face, that’s great. If not, that was part of the job too. I got to do some cool stuff in the day. Least I got paid for crazy stuff. These days I don’t work for money, I work for my life. Thirty foot fall into a raging river? Yeah I don’t have divers to pull me out now, or give me air from a scuba tank. Better know how to swim, and you better be able to put your own shoulder back in if you pop it out.
So, skills. I mentioned some. I can cook, decently. I’ve several years in Filipino Martial Arts and stage fighting, and some kickboxing, but since then I’ve had to make use of it for real. I can handle most firearms pretty well. My armorers on set saw to that. I can build and wire a house, repair most mechanical things. I can do general repair and maintenence and jury-rig a lot of stuff. I can drive and handle a radio. Set work and the training made me strong, but I’m not a bodybuilder. I’ve got some mobility training for doing stuff like parkour but.. I’m nowhere near some of the people on Youtube, even after all this time. I play guitar, and can sing decently. It helps from time to time. Beatbox as well as just general impressions and impersonations. Sometimes it’s good to talk my way past people, other time it gets a smile or a laugh. So what first aid I picked up on the set, I’ve had to live by and it’s gotten better. I had to learn survival out here in the wild, scrounged up some books, but I’ve run into a few good ol’ boys. Jason Raynes was one of them. Former Army CavScout/Sniper, was running with a motorcycle gang for a while. Film crews sometimes have to make good out there, and you pick up stuff, but he took what I knew and built on it a ton. I heard he’s alive in Colorado somewhere. Might have to track him down.
I guess being able to do a lot is the advantage of above average intelligence. It sounds like I’m some sort of war machine, but I’m not. The injuries catch up to you, especially on the cold days sometimes. I don’t fight unless I gotta. Running is usually a better option. Ammo is scarce, even in Tennessee.. you know the patron state of shootin’ stuff. I’ve had to learn how to use a bow in the process. I had some training, but these days you have to live by it. Jason introduced me to ‘em. Most of the time I carry a sling-bow. Small, compact, folds up, easy to find the parts for, can take down a deer or a man no problem. Undead too with a clean shot. Ammo is cheap for hunting small game. Rocks will usually do just fine. When you need something meatier taken down, a quick conversion and it’s ready. Arrows can be hard to come by. Most department stores were out of them after hunting season when the Turn happened. I have to make my own. I’ve got a few things to help, but I can make do with just a pocket knife in a pinch.
Most of the time you’ll find me wearing at least a leather jacket. It rubs less than cloth, cuts the wind, and oh yeah… the undead can't scratch or bite through it most of the time. I’ve got a couple old t-shirts I wear. Ripstop cargo pants, olive drab are usually what you can find me wearing, with a pair of broken-in hiking boots, or a pair of running shoes sometimes. I usually have gloves, shades, cap and hoodie. Been having to scrounge warmer clothes lately, heading up north.
