Voice:Peter Stormare only at a lower octave, a baritone with a rasp.
Appearance
Personality:Stern, dry, and to the point, Sergeant Major Travis LaRocca is stone faced and humorless man. He has no room for tomfoolery and clowning, although he has a strange tendency to make rather from spirited and even sinister sounding wise cracks and "one liners." Although not cruel or selfish, he puts he and those under his eye and arm first, and isn't afraid to make sacrifices when he deems necessary.
Job/Career:Sergeant Major in the National Guard.
Biography:Not disclosing anything as I wish to keep my character a "mystery man."
Current Residence: NA
Strengths:Natural born leader, very charismatic, skilled in melee and close quarters combat, excellent shot, excellent physical condition.
Weaknesses: Hasty and impatient, hot tempered and easy to anger, heavy sleeper.
RP Sample:This. :p
Which "Walking Dead" antagonist did you hate more; Shane or The Governor? Me?I hated the Governor more because he killed poor old Hershel. :/
Gia is someone that would see you eating lunch by yourself and not hesitate to walk over and keep you company. She is usually the first one to greet you and the last to tell you goodbye. Granted, she might sit down and end up eating half of your meal while she talks to you but she means well, she cares. Gia is not dumb, but can often appear air-headed and aloof based on her social activities and her tendency to go off on a tangent of something that she is passionate about. She wants the best for everyone and herself. However, once a seed is planted in her head or heart to put you as a bad guy, it will take a lot of energy and convincing for her to think otherwise.
Jᴏʙ/Cᴀʀᴇᴇʀ: Marketing and Sales.
Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ: Gianna was conceived in Las Vegas, Nevada. Her parents had both been on their honeymoon with their spouses and ended up banging each other's brains out behind Caesar's Palace, or was it a Little Caesar's pizza? Either way, the two lovebirds had put their last relationships in the past and began the whirlwind that was Giovanni and Diane. A couple years had gone by but as soon as the big P word slipped from doctor's mouth, Gia's father had said he had other places to be- and thanks for the good time, it was fun. He even left a "Get well soon" card on the dresser, with about nine dollars in singles.
Diane now was dumbfounded, pregnant, and all alone. She went online and met Franklin (Frank), an older gentleman who was in need of a wife and had a bit of cash to spend. Work was all that Frank knew, work and the bottom of the liquor bottle. The bottles that came each and every paycheck. Despite his addiction, he climbed the ladder and got lucky with a few well known law cases. So Diane decided to leave sin city and try to find a better life with rich man Frank in Brooklyn, New York. She didn't find any greener grass, but when Gia was born she did find out what happiness was again. The two lived in Frank's apartment, growing up together and experiencing what life had to offer without the absence of material goods.
Growing up was smooth sailing for Gia. She was well rounded, liked by most people and an average student. She went to college and graduated with a degree in business. She used it to join a small sales company. While attending a company night out at the bar, she met her current husband; who she loves very much and encourages to follow his dreams no matter what they may be at the moment. She dreams to have a family with him, and give their children an even better life than she had growing up.
Cᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ Rᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ: Brooklyn, New York
Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs: - Quick witted and sweet talker, making friends with no issue. - Doesn't take no for an answer when she wants her way. - Used to run cross country in college, so she has good endurance.
Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs: - She is small and petite. - Trusts people way too quickly, easily manipulated. - Afraid of heights, bugs, and rodents.
RP Sᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ: "You talking about pizza like, you don't think I know about pizza?"
The Brooklyn raised girl retorted to her coworker as they sat together at lunch that afternoon. A look of disbelief on her face, but in a playful way. "I'm Italian and I was raised in Brooklyn, I know about pizza. It's in the freaking water." she commented, as her coworker laughed. "Gia you're ridiculous." she said as the two giggled. Gia continued to fold in half and eat her slice of pepperoni pizza that she had got from the cafeteria. It was not a very good slice but it would suffice. She thought about what she was going to make for dinner that night for her husband and her. It was coming up on their first wedding anniversary and she would admit that was exciting for her. For them.
She reached to her phone that sat on the table, sending a text to him while she thought about it.
Cant wait to see u baby. Treating tonight ;) I love you. Ttyl
Sending she looked up to her co-worker. The two exchanged friendly smiles, continuing their lunch as normal without many more words spoken between them. After finishing her pizza, she wiped her hands with an napkin and tossed the paper plate they had given her in the trash. Crumbling the greasy used napkin along with it. She went back to the table and grabbed her cellphone and walked back to her cubicle where she would start again on her call list to clients. After a few hours of this she clocked out and began her journey home.
Gia never got her drivers license, relying on the subway and bus system her whole life. She pulled her jacket tight around her, adjusting her beanine in the cold March weather that New York gave. Soon it would be warm again, but for now the city still had a crisp chill. Jogging down the subway stairs she slid her card and went through the turnstyle. Picking a seat on the subway she looked at her phone, with no reply from her husband. She let out a soft sigh, before plugging her ear buds into the headphone jack and listening to music on her way home.
Personality: (Introverted/Sensing/Thinking/Perception) To most Alex appears cold and standoffish, but those who know him well realize he is just a quiet guy. He can seem rude but that is only because he is very direct and rarely lets bias change how he deals with things unless he REALLY dislikes someone. He is fiercely loyal and if someone hurts or wrongs someone he cares about he will defend them, but he rarely defends himself. He loves bringing characters to life and enjoys making people happy despite not seeming like it. He tends to have issues with trusting people, but if people try hard enough they can gain it. When it comes to his wife he can be a sappy love struck buffoon, but he always does his best to make her happy.
Job/Career: Private Tutor (Attempting to become a full time actor)
Biography: Alex is the second oldest of his siblings. When he was younger he connected fairly well with others, but eventually someone really close to him betrayed him. Also almost all of the friend groups he has ever been in tend to have a large falling out leaving him to have to decide which side he would join. He never could choose so he always got left behind. He has never had a real relationship either. The only occurrence was in fifth grade he rode on the bus home and sat beside a girl. The whole year they got really close even to the point of having a secret 'boyfriend/girlfriend relationship'. Alex thought it was real but over the summer they lost contact and when they met up the next school year she acted like she had never known him.
Over the next couple of years he was constantly bullied yet never stood up for himself. Over this time period he closed himself off to many things primarily when it comes to how he feels. He rarely opens up to anyone now. It takes a long time and much kindness. He is fiercely loyal and will always stand by them but in reverse effect if they break his trust he will never be on their side again unless they go to great lengths to get his forgiveness. Only once starting high school did he start opening up, but what he opened up was really a colder side of him.
He didn't connect well with most of the people around him because of the fact that most only looked at the surface and didn't try to get to really know him other than a select few. His years at college were pretty uneventful except for the moments when he was on stage. He went to a private university for theater arts. After college he spent a few years in his hometown working at the local community theater and saving up money.
Eventually he made his way to New York in an attempt to become a full-time actor. Unfortunately, everything didn't pan out exactly as planned and his night didn't go very good. He eventually ended up at a bar not sure of what to do but feeling very depressed. That was until a woman brightened his day up. This woman eventually became his wife. Now he does whatever he can to make her happy and through her support continues to follow his dreams.
Current Residence: Brooklyn, New York
Strengths: Great Actor, Highly Analytical, Good with a sniper rifle
Weaknesses: Has difficulties trusting others, Not the best at hand to hand combat
He wears a red, oil covered t-shirt under a brown Carhart jacket with olive drab 5.11 cargo pants underneath. Concealed carried is a Glock 19 Gen4 with 2 extra mags (its a 9mm pistol that holds 15 rounds per magazine giving him 45 rounds), he carried this with him at all times despite the restrictive gun laws in New York state. He also wore a tungsten carbide wedding band.
Personality: Jaxon has a bad attitude about most things. He never gives anyone the benefit of the doubt takes a long time to begin to trust and loses trust after the first lie, even a simple white lie. He has no friends or comrades and doesn't want any. He'll often call someone out if they do something stupid as harshly as possible.
Job/Career: Gunsmith/Gun shop owner
Biography: Jaxon grew up in south-east Michigan, he was a well behaved child and teenager despite the crime pouring his way from the Detroit area. His father was a grocery store owner and avid hunter and began teaching him about firearms from a young age. He loved to hunt, being out in the wilderness looking for the beautiful antlers of a White-tail deer (common in the midwest US). After graduating high school he became apprentice to a local gunsmith and began learning the trade.
At this time he met the love of his life Hannah. Hannah grew up on a dairy and apple farm, she was charming and charismatic. Jaxon loved her with everything he had. They smiled and laughed together, the happy days of his life. At the age of 24 they married, a year later Jaxon finished his apprenticeship and Hannah was pregnant.
Jaxon thought it was a good time to start fresh. He found an empty shop space in Queens New York and a small apartment a short train ride away. With this he moved himself and his wife to New York where he opened a gun shop and advertised gun-smithing. After a few months his first son was born and named Garrett. They lived happily as his business boomed with success.
With his expert skill in gun-smithing taking wind he began getting visits from representatives of local mob bosses, trying to recruit him as their own personal gunsmith. Jaxon refused every offer given, no matter the cost. After 3 years of attempts and denials his life changed. Hannah came by the shop to drop off his lunch and bring the now 3 year old Garrett over to visit 'Daddy'. That afternoon Jaxon went home as he regularly did to find that his wife and child were not there. He assumed they may still be out on the town and decided not to panic. He cooked himself dinner and watched TV with a beer in hand. At some point he fell asleep as the sound of his alarm in the bedroom rang.
Jaxon's eyes opened in a flash. Hannah had not been home all night. He grabbed his jacket and went out in search of her. A city of many and he had to find one. Panic filled him, he checked the park, all the local hotels and motels and called both his and her parents. She was not seen anywhere. "Maybe she stayed at the shop?" He thought to himself. He rushed to the shop where the doors were still locked from the night before. He unlocked the door, entered, and locked the door again behind him. "Think. THINK!" He yelled to himself.
At this point the worst came to him mind, he began strapping himself in as many guns as he could conceal and walked out the back door leading to the trash bin. The door only opened partial way and stopped against an object. He let the door close behind him and saw the bodys of Hannah and Garrett. Garrett had a round wound square in the middle of his forehead. Hannah's clothes were ripped off and there were bruises on her hips, breasts and neck. She too had a round bullet hole in the middle of her forehead. Jaxon knelt down and held Hannah, putting his jacket over her bare body. The tears were blinding, and memories of that week have long disappeared.
Jaxon moved his shop to Manhattan and began living in an apartment right above it, keeping to himself and spending each day in his shop and at the range.
Current Residence: Northern Manhattan
Strengths: Excellent shooter with all weapon types and skilled handyman. Strong.
Weaknesses: Almost emotionless and unfriendly to anyone who isn't a customer in his shop. Doesn't trust anyone with anything. Bad temper.
Personality: Sofija hides her feelings behind a sarcastic facade - she acts like a sitcom badgirl so she doesn't have to talk about her feelings. Not to say that she doesn't: she's just too self-conscious and ashamed to show them as to not bother people with them. She views the world through cynical glasses, focused more on the bad of the world and the people in it rather than the good side of things. She doesn't like to be miserable, but she just finds that ignorant happiness was rather... irritating.
Job/Career Retail Assistant at alternative clothing store. (Also a certified body piercer)
Current Residence The Bronx
Strengths * She knows how to shoot a handgun, due to living near and frequenting a firing range * She knows her way around sharp things. * She's "surprisingly" strong "for a girl," due to working retail & heavylifting boxes.
Weaknesses * She can't swim * She is asthmatic
RP Sample/Semi Bio
Each step she took toward Marie was more agonising than the last. Sofi felt as if she were walking on the very hottest of coal in the very center of Hell. Finally, she dropped to her knees at her best friend's side. "I'm so sorry," she whimpered, her eyes again full of tears. Sofi couldn't look anywhere above Marie's shoulders, which was left a gory mess of shattered skull and flesh, and she didn't want that to be the way she was left, she didn't deserve to be left rotting in the street. Sofi slipped her sweater off of her shoulders and placed it over Marie's face, and with the utmost care tied the sleeves behind her head to keep it in place.
Sofi moved to stand by Marie's head and crouched down, slipping her arms under Marie's shoulders. She puffed hard as she lifted her friend's torso, weakly dragging her back behind the dumpster where their life together ended. Sofi leaned Marie's body up against the wall in the very spot where Sofi had sat when the shot rang out. She had to crouch in front of her best friend's sitting body, and she stared at the yellow sweater. Sofi tried hard to imagine Marie's face in place of the sweater, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make it replace what was actually in front of her.
A chill overcame her as she just let the tears flow from her face, no longer bothering to wipe them away. Sofi hugged herself for a moment, before she leaned forward and awkwardly removed Marie's favourite jacket. She couldn't take Marie with her, but she couldn't stay here forever lest she share the same fate. Her favourite jacket would make sure that she would never truly leave Sofi , as she would always have a memento.
Sliding into the dark denim jacket that was a size too small, she still felt Marie's warmth; it was as if she were alive and hugging her. Sofi hugged it tight to her for a second before she had to press on. She'd looted a lot of bodies before, but she would have never believed that she would have to take from her friend. Sofi took a deep breath before she scampered her hands through pockets to collect what was left of Marie's belongings and stuffing them into her own pockets.
Just as she was about to stand up, Sofi placed her hand on the back of her friend's head, not caring about the blood that ran down her fingers. Just as Marie did to her earlier, Sofi placed her forehead against what was left of Marie's. "I'll miss you, Mar," she said quietly before pulling away and finally wiping her eyes dry with a sniffle.
Optional Question
Which "Walking Dead" antagonist did you hate more; Shane or The Governor? The Govornor - He's a crazy-asshole-dictator and I also just hate his face.
