Name:James Mandingo Grady
Aliases: Black James!, Mr. Grady, Sir
Age: 41
Birthday: November 5th (Remember, remember...)
Ethnicity: African-American
Birth Place: Leesburg, GA
Location: At time of outbreak: Somewhere around Columbus, GA, out in the sticks
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: No secondary education, G.E.D. recipient.
Occupation: Backwoods Folk Hero
Languages: English (kinda)
Height: 6'0""
Weight: 230
Build: Strong, but girthy
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black, very short
Skin Tone: Snipes-y Chestnut
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Many small scars, a couple of big ones from tusk gorings.
Kind * Inappropriate * Humorous * Overly Talkative
Sexuality: He's all about the ladies.
Relationship Status: Between involvements.
Personality: He is BLACK MOTHERFUCKING MANDINGO JAMES, BITCHES. <ahem> Sorry... James is an open, good natured, black, pagan redneck. He's a trustworthy individual, adapted well to surviving on his own despite the risk he takes for himself, but really finds his best when he's with people.
James is a larger-than-life, bombastic individual. Always a smartassed remark on standby, but also an intelligent observation backing it up. He's a great guy (just ask him), just a little odd, is all. Dangerous, too, unless you're counted among his friends. He genuinely loves to laugh, though the reasons for it are less nowadays.
Habits: Never eats past 8 p.m., bites nails
Hobbies: Smoking meat, growing things
Fears:- Spiders
- Quicksand
- Cuttlefish
Likes:- Red Velvet Cake
- Wrestling
- Comic Books
- Martial Arts Movies
- Goth Girls
- Fishing
Dislikes:- Caucasians in white hoods
- Fools (He pities them, you see.)
- Overly positive people
- Stupidity
- The Song That Never Ends
- Venereal Diseases
Pre Outbreak Skills:- Hogging
- Agriculture
- Dog Training
- Rifle
- Archery
Post Outbreak Skills:- Knife
- Pistol
- Redneck Engineering
- Smokehousery
- Axe/Hatchet
Current Supplies: - Denim overalls, big black boots, tan cowboy hat, wraparound sunglasses, plaid flannel, t-shirt, brown leather jacket with white fuzzy lining
- Bigassed hunting knife
- Lumber Axe
- Beretta 17 pistol
- Clip 9mm, (17+1 standard load)
- Barret M107 .50 Browning Heavy Sniper System, Anti Tank/Anti Material Rifle, 10(50 extended) shot external mag - "Vera"
- Duct Tape, lots
- Game processing tools, manual
- Compound Bow, heavy draw
- Case, 20 arrows, various
Your First Walker Encounter:It was at a bonfire party, out in a field somewhere in south Georgia. There was a huge fire, helped along by diesel fuel and magnesium bits from an engine block. Big fire, people playing guitars, banjos, and the like, drunk as all Hell and making a lot of noise.
A clinic nearby was used as one of many secondary points to house patients, runoff from the county hospital. Some kind of epidemic. When "epidemic" turned into "mass of walking corpses hungering for the flesh of the living", they gravitated toward the bright and noisy speck in the distance - Redneck bonfire party.
When they shambled out there, most kept moving for the fire, but some decided to take a bite out of the living. It took James and all those Good Ol' Boys a while before they figured out that only a headshot would do, those that didn't run off.
History Before Outbreak: James Grady is an intelligent and sturdy man whose pursuits kept him away from large cities, probably helping his chances for survival early on. He dropped out of school at 16 to pursue a career in the Hogging and Agriculture industries, but easily passed the tests to earn his G.E.D.
He lived and worked on a farm out near Leesburg, GA, occasionally taking jobs hunting nuisance hogs with a group of locals. His skill with a rifle and bow were of immense help to him in this endeavor, and he quickly became the best Hogger of his group, capable of handling even big jobs solo (though it is not recommended). He became the "go to" wild pig man in the region, often employing dogs and pit traps.
The next few years saw James traveling, taking jobs of this nature around the American South (mostly). racking up quite a reputation not only for his particularly useful skills as a modern-day Ranger, but for his colorful antics and unique attitude. Black James, as he prefers to be called, had achieved a sort of Folk Hero status across that part of the country, from Texas around to Virginia. Some guy out near Beaumont even wrote and recorded a song for him, called "The Ballad of Black James". Many Chuck Norris/Bill Brasky attributes were given to him as a result of this song, time and fertile imaginations fueling the Legend that is Black James.
History Since Outbreak:Since the outbreak, James has taken more to a natural state of being, tracking and living off of groups of wild hogs in a nomadic sort of lifestyle. Not unlike our Native brethren of old, following the migration of the mighty Buffalo across the plains, Black James has accepted the more uncertain, meandering path of the less noble and somewhat meaner Hog.
This has brought him into conflict with more than a few people. Plus, the sounds of hogs grunting and rooting about tend to draw Walkers every now and again, making his lifestyle perilous. Regardless, he is still the best at what he does in this regard, and if anyone can keep it up it's him. His presence has actually kept entire sounders of swine from being scattered or eaten by the dead, and their numbers now flourish out in the world.
James drives a large, offroad truck with a passenger cab that can usually be seen pulling a formidable looking wood smoker. This last item he liberated from a smokehouse in north Georgia, as well as many tools and bits literature on the subject. Tucked away in his truck, he has an appropriated rifle of frightening power, his M107, taken from a scavenging run on a National Guard armory. It had been cleaned out previously, but miraculously, this piece of massive firepower was found waiting for him behind the information desk up front. He's used it twice, as the situation called for it. Both times, he realized in hindsight that it was still too much gun for the job. James calls it "Vera".
He is giving thought to settling in one area for a log while, rejoining what's left of society, as it were. Use his skills to prepare food, set up an agricultural base, or hunt for a group. He needs people, if only to make sure that his cheese doesn't completely slip off his cracker.
Character Quote: βYou sure you wanna ride this train?"
"You don't go runnin' at the hog. You make it come a'runnin' to you."
"Aw, Hell naw."
Theme Song: I'm not sold 100% on the song, but it'll do for now. Brace yourselves.
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: Lots. I was keepin' score for a while there, but after I blew up that gas station I just lost count.
How Many People Have You Killed: Three. Mostly I try to get outta there, but some muthafuckas get determined to step between me and where the bullet shoulda gone.
Why: I try to be a "Live And Let Live" man, but most everyone else ain't. Had to adapt.
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