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14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

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14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

Amir Asadi Jones

It had been two years since Amir Jones last left his adopted home, the bastion of Lasthope. He remembered when the order had come down from the council: there was an expedition going south. They needed a doctor to accompany them, for the good of the mission. Something about too many casualties beyond the settlement. That was the day when Amir had been “promoted” to an Expedition Doctor. It had been a year after the death of his adopted father, Robert Jones, the man who saved his life and brought him to Lasthope as a kid. That first year without him, Amir had become the primary medical professional (for humans – James Blaise had been coming into his own as a highly skilled veterinarian at the time) and had taken charge of Robert’s own medical clinic on the ground floor of his home in Lasthope. So when the council selected him two years ago, they mandated a dramatic shift in his life, a shift away from Robert’s memory and the clinic, at least temporarily, and into a life on the road.

But Amir held older memories of a life on the road; older than his life with Robert and Lasthope. Memories of his mother leaving him in the car, and her accidental death, and Amir’s frantic bid for survival in an unfamiliar town on an unforgiving street, far away from home. So that meeting with the council had terrified him, at first. But he knew that he was no longer a child, and he knew that his head held higher as he walked along the road flanked by others of his nation, a nation of survivors.

And now he found himself on a new road, with a new expedition – this time heading East. How far East, Amir didn’t know; that was up to Jain, their leader. Jain was two years Amir’s junior, but he could see why the council chose her. She seemed like a natural-born leader without the desire to admit it to herself just yet. She was a scout, so she had more experience of the areas beyond Lasthope than many other did. And she was resilient; but then again, so was most everyone left in Lasthope.

Amir sat amidst the main cluster of soldiers along the roadside camp, taking in the local foliage. At his side was a leather-bound journal which served to chronicle both his day-to-day thoughts and his medical examinations. At his hip was a sheathed tactical knife, long enough to hang halfway down to his knee when he stood. Amir was not a fighter by instinct or by trade, but he knew that in the new world, everyone who wanted to survive had to be willing to kill. He had learned from a young age that the shambling corpses which roamed the world had long since renounced their humanity.

He had heard the news that a young scout had died up ahead, and didn’t even question that he hadn’t been called to provide medical treatment. That was one of the facts of life for medical professionals in their post-civilized world: most patients were long dead by the time a doc got there. Still, Amir closed his eyes for a moment in mourning, letting the bright heat of the sun’s rays wash down upon his face as he tried to remember all that he could about the kid that died. Ben, Benny – Amir had seen him around from time to time. He was far younger than Amir, and years were amplified in their world, so the young doctor felt positively ancient when he recalled the youth of Benny. He remembered a time when Benny had come to the clinic, probably the only time that Amir had spoken to him. He had escorted his friend there, who had broken his ankle. Once Amir brought the friend inside, he nodded to Benny and said, “thank you – what you did was very noble” before closing the door to the clinic and tending to his patient. He wasn’t even aware that Benny had joined the expedition.

Standing up as the group began to move en masse, Amir noticed the veterinarian, James, walking along nearby with his horse. Amir caught up to him, matching his pace with the man.
“Good to see you, James,” he said. “It’s a shame about Benny, I heard the news.”
They stood about the same height, and had a similar build, but otherwise couldn’t look more different. Being both within the realm of medicine, and Lasthope being a fairly tight-knit town he had talked to James on multiple occasions, but didn’t know him well enough in town to develop a connection. Still, he was a familiar and friendly face on the expedition, and a kid had just died. Amir reasoned that everyone should probably start getting to know each other better, himself included.

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14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

~ignore this, wrong thread~
(Note to self: use this screw-up post for a second character if you ever make one to hide your shame)

14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

@RumikoOhara So how well do all the current characters know each other? Are they strangers? Acquaintances, or something more, considering many grew up together?

14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

So it looks like Rafe and Amir are the eldest of the characters so far, at 24 and "mid-twenties". What a youthful bunch of folks.

14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

Amir Jones

Name: Amir Asadi Jones
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Description: Amir stands at 5'10" with a mop of dark brown hair and a pair of near-black eyes. He is of Iranian descent and quite handsome, with a reasonably muscular build developing as a result of his training as a Trooper when he was a kid. He doesn't like to keep a beard, but he'll often let his hair grow out to stubble. A huge old scar runs along the inside of his right arm from when he was a child. He usually wears jeans and a short-sleeved t-shirt, along with his black leather jacket that he's had for years.
Profession: Doctor
Skills:
1 - Medicine: Amir learned much from his father before he passed, primarily how to treat wounds, diagnose illnesses, and develop rudimentary medicines. He began assisting his father when he was only ten years old, and now has almost fourteen years of experience in the craft.
2 - Charisma: When he was a boy, Amir became infamous for getting himself into situations in town, before quickly working his way back and out of them by 'talking it out'. The kid had a knack for persuasion and charm, and those skills only grew as he got older.
3 - Resilience: As a whole, Amir's life has made him an extraordinarily resilient person. He has developed a sense of optimism and perseverance that gets him through even the darkest times, and tends to get other people to do the same.
History:
Amir was born in Seattle to Omid Asadi, an Iranian immigrant and lawyer, and his wife Leila, a professor at the University of Washington. His family was quite well-off, and since Amir was an only child he had his parents' entire devotion, but his mother insisted that he attend a public school in Seattle so as not to 'lose sight of things'. When the outbreak hit Washington, his father was away in New York on business. His mother knew that she had to get them out of the city, and began to drive south, into the more rural parts of Washington. Each town they arrived at was dealing with their own personal hell: bandits, riots, food shortages, and of course the walking corpses themselves. They kept moving, kept going south. They made it to the Oregon border, before Leila's car ran out of gas, and she was shot dead in the street while trying to siphon gas out of an abandoned vehicle. The murderer was a scared teenage boy, maybe seventeen. He had seen her backpack and thought that there might be some food. When she refused to let him steal it, he shot her. Amir was twenty yards away in their car -- his mother had told him not to make a sound. Still, fear overtook him, and he bolted out of the car and across the street, attempting to hop a wire fence and getting his right arm caught. The frayed steel wire tore a gash in his arm, where a scar still exists today. Amir found a nearby warehouse and locked himself inside, tearing up his shirt and wrapping it around his bloody arm.

He stayed in the warehouse for at least a day, until a middle-aged man named Robert Jones found Amir while he was out on a supply run. Jones took Amir back to his settlement in Mount Hood, and began to care for the boy. Robert was the town's doctor. He had run a clinic on Main Street since two decades prior, and when the walkers came he stopped charging his customers and announced that he would be on-call to help no matter the time. Amir began to look up to him, and in turn Robert took him under his wing at the clinic. Eventually Amir Asadi began going by Amir Jones, and Robert became his adopted father. By the time he died, Amir was twenty-one And had taken over much of the day-to-day affairs of the clinic. In time, he began to be confident enough to travel out of the colony, embedded with the soldiers to tend to any wounds sustained in the field. He mourned his death for a long time, before resolving to help the community of Mount Hood in any way he could, just as Robert had done.

14 Years and Counting // Walking Dead

Amir Jones

Name: Amir Asadi Jones
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Description: Amir stands at 5'10" with a mop of dark brown hair and a pair of near-black eyes. He is of Iranian descent and quite handsome, with a reasonably muscular build developing as a result of his training as a Trooper when he was a kid. He doesn't like to keep a beard, but he'll often let his hair grow out to stubble. A huge old scar runs along the inside of his right arm from when he was a child. He usually wears jeans and a short-sleeved t-shirt, along with his black leather jacket that he's had for years.
Profession: Doctor
Skills:
1 - Medicine: Amir learned much from his father before he passed, primarily how to treat wounds, diagnose illnesses, and develop rudimentary medicines. He began assisting his father when he was only ten years old, and now has almost fourteen years of experience in the craft.
2 - Charisma: When he was a boy, Amir became infamous for getting himself into situations in town, before quickly working his way back and out of them by 'talking it out'. The kid had a knack for persuasion and charm, and those skills only grew as he got older.
3 - Resilience: As a whole, Amir's life has made him an extraordinarily resilient person. He has developed a sense of optimism and perseverance that gets him through even the darkest times, and tends to get other people to do the same.
History:
Amir was born in Seattle to Omid Asadi, an Iranian immigrant and lawyer, and his wife Leila, a professor at the University of Washington. His family was quite well-off, and since Amir was an only child he had his parents' entire devotion, but his mother insisted that he attend a public school in Seattle so as not to 'lose sight of things'. When the outbreak hit Washington, his father was away in New York on business. His mother knew that she had to get them out of the city, and began to drive south, into the more rural parts of Washington. Each town they arrived at was dealing with their own personal hell: bandits, riots, food shortages, and of course the walking corpses themselves. They kept moving, kept going south. They made it to the Oregon border, before Leila's car ran out of gas, and she was shot dead in the street while trying to siphon gas out of an abandoned vehicle. The murderer was a scared teenage boy, maybe seventeen. He had seen her backpack and thought that there might be some food. When she refused to let him steal it, he shot her. Amir was twenty yards away in their car -- his mother had told him not to make a sound. Still, fear overtook him, and he bolted out of the car and across the street, attempting to hop a wire fence and getting his right arm caught. The frayed steel wire tore a gash in his arm, where a scar still exists today. Amir found a nearby warehouse and locked himself inside, tearing up his shirt and wrapping it around his bloody arm.

He stayed in the warehouse for at least a day, until a middle-aged man named Robert Jones found Amir while he was out on a supply run. Jones took Amir back to his settlement in Mount Hood, and began to care for the boy. Robert was the town's doctor. He had run a clinic on Main Street since two decades prior, and when the walkers came he stopped charging his customers and announced that he would be on-call to help no matter the time. Amir began to look up to him, and in turn Robert took him under his wing at the clinic. Eventually Amir Asadi began going by Amir Jones, and Robert became his adopted father. By the time he died, Amir was twenty-one And had taken over much of the day-to-day affairs of the clinic. In time, he began to be confident enough to travel out of the colony, embedded with the soldiers to tend to any wounds sustained in the field. He mourned his death for a long time, before resolving to help the community of Mount Hood in any way he could, just as Robert had done.

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@RumikoOhara Sounds like a good plan. I'll probably tweak my char's CS a little bit to your suggestion, so that it says that he'll be working as a doctor within the traveling group.

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@RumikoOhara Mac or PC?

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Our settlement now has the ability to tend to crops, guns, people, and horses.

Next up: world domination