Since none of the four of you have bothered to respond, I'm considering you out of the roleplay. None of you have posted a post-outbreak post yet, and therefore I am assuming that your characters perished in the initial stages out the outbreak. You have one week until this decision is irreversable.
To the rest of you, @SgtEasy@Xalo@Stekkmen@Zhaliora, I'll be posting an interest check to see about getting more people in on the RP. There may be some downtime while this happens, feel free to keep posting. I will be posting when I can.
Nationality: Canadian, born to two immigrants from the Netherlands
Appearance: Though not obese or "fat" Allan is a large man. His gut, large arms and legs lead some to believe he is unhealthy. He excercises regularly, but not obsessively, just enough to keep himself healthy. He was born big boned and therefore his more pronounced gut is a natural feature, and he has no wish to rid himself of it, though he probably couldn't if he did want it gone. His face was once very well trimmed and kept, a large, neat and styled mustache on his lip. He stands tall as well, about 6'3, and weighs around 200 lb. He most often wears a suit and tie, and most of his attire is semi formal, he was a teacher after all. Most often his apparel consists of a collared long sleeve shirt,neat khaki, black or gray pants, and a thick jacket or blazer in winter. In the summer he often wears only the pants and shirt with its sleeves rolled up, both styles tend to have a tie. His hair is dirty blonde and thick. His face is large, like the rest of him and has thick features, it could be called gruff if he allowed more facial hair to grow.
In depth personality: Allan is a raucous, kind and fun loving man. In spite of his large stature those who know him realize he is about as dangerous and threatening as a small dog. He enjoys simple and smart humour, drinking and talking with others and being a generally good person. But, as a side effect he is rather trusting and will ofte take people at their face value as well as being rather soft in dealing out punishment or discipline. He is not prepared to hurt peoples feelings or make himself out to be someones enemy. Its hard for him to give serious criticism or make tough decisions. He'd prefer to be everyones friend rather than anyones enemy. He is kind, supportive and friendly; but also gullible, trusting and soft.
Character background: Allan Karlsson may have been born in Canada, but his parents most certainly were not. Born in the Netherlands, his parent immigrated to Canada following a job offer in the country for his father just before their son was born, so Allan was born on Canadian soil instead of the Netherlands. Born in Toronto, Allan was raised speaking both Dutch and English, and his parents made sure he knew where the family came from. Allan was good at making friends from an early age, he was always outgoing and adventurous, and willing to please.
By middle school he had already begun to grow much larger than his classmates, was fluent in dutch and english, and had taken to history with gusto. Highschool passed similarly easy for the smart youth, scoring high marks in most of his classes, his lowest beign C's in his mathematics courses. One of his teacher's then suggested he take up teaching, as he seemed to naturally make friends with others and communicated well. This was during his senior year in high school, and he agreed wholeheartedly, applying to Seneca college. He was admitted, earned his teaching degree, a masters in history, and a bachelors in psychology. It was quite easy for him to find a job as a teacher in Toronto at a prestigous private school. Their he was both school counselor, and the history teacher.
He has never regretted his situation and enjoys being a teacher. He has yet to settle down and dates rarely, preffering friendships to intimate relationships as they are far simpler. Though, he has recently begun thinking about his future and searching a bit more in depth for a woman to spend his life with. All in all, Allan is very happy with how his life has turned out thus far
Equipment:
-Cleaned and pressed suit -Tweed Jacket -three ties -Pocket knife -Antique pocketwatch(Family Heirloom)
-Ball peen hammer -Walther PPK 9mm (enoys the James Bond Movies)
Nickname: "The Ferrier" (High School) "Joseph Finder" (Current)
Age: 35 years old
Gender: Male
Nationality: American born and bred
Appearance: 5'9", 160 (app.) lbs., military-style buzzcut, unkempt 5 o' clock shadow, white t-shirt under a brown leather jacket, dark jeans, dark brown combat boots over khaki socks. Caucasian, athletic build, former police officer, wears his gun in an over-the-shoulder holster, brown leather. Carries a second firearm in a black nylon ankle holster. Wears polypropylene kneeplates and shinguards under his jeans while on duty.
In-Depth Personality: He is not a social person, despite how much he has been forced to fraternize. He is inquisitive, taking things apart, and studying passerby to learn about the workings of the world. He is a talented investigator. He has had trouble in the past with painkiller addiction, due to his subconscious need to "mimic the mind" of various perpetrators and victims in relation to his cases.
Character background: Joseph Gaius Ferrier was born in Newport News, Virginia, United States, to an FBI agent mother and local Sherriff father. He lived his early life adhered strictly to a code of rules and regulations, and did little to stray from it. He showed a proficiency for baseball, though he had not the interest. What Joe really wanted to do was follow in his mother's footsteps. She came home every day with a briefcase, full to bursting with images of violent crimes and mugshots and police reports. His father, as he saw it, did little more than watch the city destroy itself.
During high school, Joseph started to stray, getting involved with a local gang. In a drug deal gone wrong, he was shot in the leg. He was sixteen. His knee still aches to this day, when signaling rain or snow. The bullet wound healed slowly, and Joseph was bedridden for the better part of eight months while his leg pieced itself back together with the aid of silicone and titanium, the bullet having shattered his kneecap. His delinquent friends visited him often, to the point where he suggested that they use his hospital room for drug deals. His parents worked often during this period, as a serial killer, having claimed the lives of two couples and six individuals with a pickaxe, was quite active in the town. He retained a strong hereditary sense of justice, and once paid to have a man shot, the individual in question was accused of assaulting one of Joseph's couriers. Joseph became known on the street as "The Ferrier", as in "One who operates a ferry", as he was the one individual through whom one was able to acquire cocaine, methamphetamine, heroin, cannabis, and prescription painkillers, and deliver them safely and reliably, as guns were unable to brought into the hospital due to the metal detectors at the door, and a constant security presence prevented people from getting out of hand. He paid his three regular nurses to ignore it. Joe enjoyed this for quite some time, amassing profits he'd never dreamed of. But, he was healing fast, on the "up and out" as they say.
When he was discharged, seventeen years old, he was at a crossroads. He'd lost his safe haven for trade, but found that he no longer felt the same enjoyment from the money. He wanted to do something, as teens often do. Despite his new lease on life, he passed his High School finals as the definition of average, and applied immediately to the FBI Academy in Quantico. He was notified that he needed a degree to qualify, and opted instead, for Langley's Police Academy, scoring high marks in Logic and Deductive Reasoning, low ones in Public Relations. He was twenty years old.
He served for four years as a beat cop in Newport News, before an argument with his father prompted him to leave his hometown in search of a career elsewhere. He found a job listing in Detroit, and found a place on the streets. After witnessing a murder of an unarmed civilian by one of his coworkers, and watching as Detroit PD ignored it, and protected the killer, he checked back through the department's record, revealing a long line of corruption. He fought for two years to have the cases reopened, but to no avail. Gradually, after receiving no help from DPD and IAF, he denounced federal policing altogether, and left the country after publicizing the information. At the time of leaving, he was twenty-nine.
He used his life savings to lease a building in Vancouver, Canada, hanging up a sign that read simply "Joseph G. Ferrier, Private Detective", and has used the rest of his life solving discount homicides, overindulging, and being a mean old bastard. At this point in his life, he finds himself in a six-year rut, temper growing shorter and shorter, bottles becoming emptier, baggies lighter. He finds it more and more difficult each day to keep his finger off the trigger, and his hand off his baton. His badge is no longer a shield in his mind, but a war banner. He is thirty-five years old.
Equipment: - 5 oz. Stainless steel flask (Jim Beam, Devil's Cut) - 5" Maglite, x2 AA batteries - Detective Shield -Polypropylene Kneeplates & shinguards - Swiss Army Knife multitool, 4" blade, 13 tools total
Weapons: -.45 Calibre Beretta M92fs, rechambered from 9mm (primary) - 36" ASP Airweight titanium extending police baton - Smith & Wesson .38 Calibre Detective Special (secondary) - Cold Steel Kobun tanto-tip high-carbon stainless steel knife, kydex sheath
In-Depth Personality: The Lavoie sisters were raised on three things: kindness, loyalty, and honor. Rachelle's father brought his little girls up on believing that anything could be solved with a kind word or gesture; any small act can make someone else's world a little brighter. While this soft, endearing upbringing sheltered the young woman to a degree, it also caused a bit of rebelliousness. Rachelle was known as the wilder Lavoie sister as the two grew: where her sister wore frilly dresses and high heels, Chelly was in short-shorts and converses.
As the years went by and high school came around, the sisters grew further apart. Chelle found a love of skateboarding and extreme sports. Always the risk taker, she always swore to try something at least once. While sometimes reckless and carefree, she never forgot what her father had instilled upon her. Her kind heart still shines on to this day- it's just a little more rough around the edges.
Character background: Raised in Quebec, Canada, Rachelle was born into a family of three. Her father Reginald, her mother Mary-Ann, and her older sister Rebecca. Since the girls were only eighteen months apart, they were pretty much inseparable from the moment they met. Their parents made sure to give the girls a good, steady life. They lived in the same little house and could have never wanted for anything more. Everything was perfect.
Until their father died when Rebecca was just entering high school. Their lives were wrecked to the core and nobody knew which end was up. Becca turned to helping their mother run the household and quickly found an after-school job that paid under the table. Rachelle did a complete one-eighty. While Becca was playing house, Chelle was off at the skatepark working on her next big trick. School became an after thought. It surprised everyone when Rachelle continued to pass through middle school and actually ended up in high school along with her big sister. She didn't like to show it much, but she had a photographic memory that made her quite intelligent. It didn't run well with her street cred (not that she had much to begin with).
When Rebecca graduated high school, she moved off to Toronto, leaving her little sister behind with their newly married mother and step-father. Again Rachelle was the outsider. She started to pick fights at school and almost got kicked out- until her big sister let her move to Toronto with her. Dropping out of school, Rachelle moved into Becca's two bedroom apartment. She soon studied to get her GED and planned to become good enough to enter the X Games. She got a part-time job working in a skate shop to help her sister with the bills, where she was still working when her sister decided to take an extended vacation.
It was good for the two of them to get some distance. Rebecca deserved to get her own life apart from her sister, and Chelle definitely enjoyed the breather. It didn't last long- Becca called with news that her visa had expired. Once her sister returned, all she heard about for weeks was the dashing Irish man she grew quite fond of. Their lives continued on until the outbreak spread to their town.
Equipment: Letter opener Nail file Pepper spray Bookbag Cell phone Skateboard
Weapons: None
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Appearance: Henry is a young man who stands roughly 5'11" with minimal muscle build and a very light skin color to him. At first glance he looks to have an average build for someone his size, but for the most part he is not a person of physical stature. He isn't strong, and if he were to take off his shirt it would show pretty easily. He weighs roughly 180 lbs and very little of that is muscle.
Henry has dark almost black hair that even when groomed looks like someone decided to fluff it using a balloon and a pissed off cat. But in all honesty it's just messy curly hair that is never cut or groomed, even before the end of the world. His eyes are also a darker shade of brown, not quite as dark as his hair but definitely a really dark shade.
His usual apparel consists of cargo pants/shorts, a T-shirt, and a jacket of varying kinds depending on weather and if he thinks he will need storage available. Many times he will have his old backpack with him keeping his odds and ends readily available. Normally holding everything from a pen to his computer to even a really cheap Crank Radio.
In-Depth Personality: Henry is the kind of person who normally would try to stay quiet and out of the way of people. He is in basics, an introvert. When he eventually warms up to people it seems almost impossible to shut him up. He feels he needs to keep talking to people many times to keep their interests so that he won't be forgotten or left behind.
Another key thing to note is that despite his anti-social behaviors he is very protective. He when he can will lean to the side of peace, though he always likes to keep the option of physical force if need be available. The idea of someone harming another person who at first seems defenseless is one of the main things that can set off his emotions. Situations like this is where he may not think with a strait head and go into a situation with out thinking his own actions through.
Henry is also paranoid as hell. He is the kind of person who carries multiple lights, one in his coat, one in his bag, and one in his pants, and some matches just in case kind of person. Calling him a doomsday prepper wouldn't really be a proper term, more of a bargain day prepper who happens to have finally grabbed the right thing for once. Most of anything that he can consider to be survival supplies would be things that were on sale or were super cheap so he decided there was no harm in trying to use it. Like a lot things bought on a dirt cheap sale, most broke or were such a poor quality that they were useless to anyone who actually knew what they were doing.
Henry has a slight tendency as well to start tasks and not finish them. A large reason for this is because he thinks he knows how to do something but he learns part way through he doesn't and convinces himself that it is not worth the effort to figure it out. Another thing that ma stop him is he may be short a couple things but is either too lazy to find them or has no idea how to find them so they lay as uncompleted projects.
Character background: Henry grew up in a small town in Central New York State in a relatively old neighborhood. Most the people there were either really old, really young, or in too poor a position in life to leave. Growing up his family believed int he idea of self defense and self reliance. So at a young age Henry learned how to shoot. Sadly as he grew up he never really was great at it. By the time he was in his twenties, his family finally said "Good enough" and let him do what ever at that point.
School was an odd challenge for Henry. He had a slight tendency to never pay attention in class unless he found real interest in the topic. So in most cases he didn't pay attention. The few exceptions being a few odds and ends in Engineering, History, and occasionally in science or math when he actually pulled up something he learned from Engineering. Henry in school took up the nickname Hunter, for the fact he claimed to know a ton on firearms and with all his practice he must have been an amazing shot! Most people believed this to be true, a select few knew he never was a great shot. Just... "Good enough". His main goal in school was to become an electrical engineer, that way when his cheap things he bought at stores broke he could fix them with out paying more money then eh had too. For the most part he was able to take onto this, but he still had a huge issue with paying attention to things for long periods of time or when he was overall just not interested.
Once his school ended he moved out of his parent's place in hopes of making a life for himself. He moved back twice before he turned twenty years old due to insufficient funds and poor planning skills. After a couple more years work and paying a cheap rent to his parents he moved out third time, leaving with a working car and a potential job working on a construction site to build up experience and references. After about three years of this he bought his first place, a trailer on a small lot with about a half an acre. It was his dream life.
As of this moment he works close to full time as a maintenance worker for a local mall regularly going on trips to see his family. Many of those taking time to go on Hunting trips. Most of which him and his family members who went would come back empty handed. And a few rounds of ammo less to their names.
Equipment:
A cheap Crank Radio
Empty shells with odds and ends of metal and materials
Odds and ends of bullets and shells. Some of which do not fit into Henry's guns but he figures better safe then sorry. Not considering the weight or the likelihood that he would ever use them.
Water that is stored in a metal thermos attached to his belt with a carbiner. And if he feels he can easily store it he may throw a couple extra bottles of water in a day and finish them off fast to avoid storage.
A multi tool. A overall useful tool that has been passed down to him from his father. And by passed down, Hunter found it and never gave it back.
A random book. At any given time Hunter will have a book on him. The book may change a lot, but he likes to always have reading material available to him. It may be fiction, non fiction, science fiction, or an instruction manual. He just likes to be able to read whenever he gets the chance.
Pocket items: Things like a pen, pencil, wallet, change, half dollar flashlights, ect.
Matches: All the damn cheap lighters broke, so now down to the damn cheap matches.
A MP3 player with earbuds and odds and ends of cables and SD cards.
A small notebook computer that in all honesty is useless in an apocalyptic senario. It is more held onto because it is small, light, and has sentiment to Henry.
Weapons:
Note: If there is anything I should look at or Edit then just let me know and I can get to it!
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