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The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

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After successfully getting out of Miami together with his precious black 1970 Chevelle SS, Patrick has been on the road ever since. Sleeping in his car, scavenging from dead people or gas stations and ocassionally finding comfort in drawing. That's how his life could be resumed ever since this whole catastrophe started. He met a couple of alive people that begged for his help or for a ride with him but he preffered not to take that chance and stay alone. He thought it was better that way. It was just he with himself and without anyone to slow him down or get in his way. He was now in the state of Delaware somewhere in the North, in a small town called Bear, with a population of only 17 000 and a half people.

Patrick decided to leave his car somewhere safe outside of town, as he went in for some scavenging. That was three hours ago. He was now in a nice little neibourghood with houses lined on each side of the street. Unfortunately for him there were walkers on the main street and in some of the houses too. He didn't find nothing of use yet as he tried to enter four houses already but all had walkers in them so he decided not to take the chance. With his right hand having a firm grip on his kukri, Patrick was walking around as stealthily as he could from the back of a house to another trying to find some place with no walkers in it.

He finally found a house that seemed promising as he looked inside from window to window. There were some walkers out in the front but all in all the place was okay. As he checked the windows, they all seemed locked, with the exception of the one from the kitchen. Patrick slowly and carefully opened it as he climbed inside without making a sound. Closing the window behind him, Patrick heads straight to the fridge as he opens it with a look of pleasure on his face. Food, finally some food. After days of eating mushrooms and hunting wild animals, Patrick finally found some food as he grabs an orange and sinks his teeth in it without even bothering to peel the skin off. As he sit on a stool, eating the orange, Patrick heard the sound of a child coming from outside, it seemed like a little girl. After hearing the phrase "I'm sorry!", Patrick pulled out his revolver aiming it forward and with slow steps getting out of the kitchen, heading to where the voice came.

A Tale of Thieves - Part One; Running and Hiding

I'm still around but only one person has posted after me so i've been waiting for people to post before I can do it again.

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

Name: Patrick Willis
Age: 32
Occupation: Tattoo artist
Nationality: American
Appearance:

Height: 6'1"
Weight: 194 lbs
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Hazel
Constitution: Athletic
Hair: Short to medium length, also has a pretty thick beard.
He is currently wearing a black t-shirt, blue jeans and a pair of black sneakers.
Place of Residence: Miami, Florida
Strengths:
- Drawing: Patrick is an excellent drawer. Give him a pencil and paper and he'll do wonders.
- Mechanic: Tattoos weren't Patrick's only passion. He also likes cars very much and although he's not the best mechanic around, he is able to fix most issues.
- Hunting: Patrick's father was a big firearms enthusiast, owning several types and using them for either hunting or for range shooting. It was expected from Patrick to take the passion from his father and learn how to use firearms himself. He was 14 years old the day his father introduced him to guns, much to the dissaproval of his mother. When he got older he started accompanying his dad to hunting or range shooting everytime.
Weaknesses:
- Arachnophobia: Patrick is absolutely terrified of spiders. He dosen't know why. He just freaks out when he sees them. He's always been that way, ever since childhood.
- Smoker: Patrick smokes...a lot. It's something that his family and friends constantly pushed him around for. It's safe to say that he is addicted to those damn things.
- Distrustful: Patrick lost his trust in people some time ago, after he caught his girlfriend having an affair with his best friend. The two were lovers for almost a year when Patrick caught them and ever since then he never trusted strangers again and was always very suspicious when he had to deal with them.
Belongings:
- An OD green rucksack where he stores his belongings in;
Food:
- A Snickers bar;
- A bag of pork jerky;
Spare clothes:
- Blue hoodie;
- Brown cargo pants;
Weapons and ammo;
- Gerber Gator kukri;
- Smith & Wesson 627 Performance Center revolver .357 Magnum, customized w/ Hogue Rosewood grips;
- One 25 round box of .357 Magnum ammunition and one half empty 20 round box of .38 Special;
Misc. stuff:
- Two notebooks for his drawing needs(one of them is a quarter full);
- Three pencils;
- A pencil sharpener;
- An eraser;
- Two packs of cigarrettes, one in the rucksack and the other, half full, in his jeans;
- A zippo lighter;
Personality:
Sincere - Patrick is the kind of person that tells it like it is. He dosen't like to lie to someone just to make him feel good. Unfortunately not everyone appreciates his sincereness.
Dependable - When he has something to do or when somebody requests him to do something, Patrick always been a reliable and trustworthy person.
Broad-minded - Patrick never liked judging people by their outer layer and was always very understanding and accepting of others opinions, behaviors or beliefs.
Impulsive - Patrick always had the habit of following his instinct, not thinking too much about his actions. Unfortunately for him that didn't always end well.
Independent - Patrick always liked being his own man and never allowed anyone to govern him or control him in matters of opinion, conduct or other things. He had quite a few episodes with his parents, mostly his mother, because of that.
Other:
- Like most tattoo artists, Patrick has lots of tattoos on his body. He dosen't have a favorite one though, he likes all of them the same.
- Owns and drives a black w/ white stripes 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS customized w/ Torque Thrust II wheels and a GM Performance ZZ502 engine.

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

Okay, sorry for not posting anything yet, but i've been working 12 hours the past 3 days and when I came home I was tired and just wanted to rest. But I am ready to post now, however it seems that the RP is already well under way and I have an awful lot to read.

So I am asking this. In what situation the story is currently right now? Can somebody please sum it up so I can start from there? I would really appreciate that.

@hagroden I looked over your CS and yeah, I think so too. :)

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

Name: Patrick Willis
Age: 32
Occupation: Tattoo artist
Nationality: American
Appearance:

Height: 6'1"
Weight: 194 lbs
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Hazel
Constitution: Athletic
Hair: Short to medium length, also has a pretty thick beard.
He is currently wearing a black t-shirt, blue jeans and a pair of black sneakers.
Place of Residence: Miami, Florida
Strengths:
- Drawing: Patrick is an excellent drawer. Give him a pencil and paper and he'll do wonders.
- Mechanic: Tattoos weren't Patrick's only passion. He also likes cars very much and although he's not the best mechanic around, he is able to fix most issues.
- Hunting: Patrick's father was a big firearms enthusiast, owning several types and using them for either hunting or for range shooting. It was expected from Patrick to take the passion from his father and learn how to use firearms himself. He was 14 years old the day his father introduced him to guns, much to the dissaproval of his mother. When he got older he started accompanying his dad to hunting or range shooting everytime.
Weaknesses:
- Arachnophobia: Patrick is absolutely terrified of spiders. He dosen't know why. He just freaks out when he sees them. He's always been that way, ever since childhood.
- Smoker: Patrick smokes...a lot. It's something that his family and friends constantly pushed him around for. It's safe to say that he is addicted to those damn things.
- Distrustful: Patrick lost his trust in people some time ago, after he caught his girlfriend having an affair with his best friend. The two were lovers for almost a year when Patrick caught them and ever since then he never trusted strangers again and was always very suspicious when he had to deal with them.
Belongings:
- An OD green rucksack where he stores his belongings in;
Spare clothes:
- Blue hoodie;
- Brown cargo pants;
Weapons and ammo;
- Gerber Gator kukri;
- Smith & Wesson 627 Performance Center revolver .357 Magnum, customized w/ Hogue Rosewood grips;
- One 25 round box of .357 Magnum ammunition and one half empty 20 round box of .38 Special;
Misc. stuff:
- Two notebooks for his drawing needs(one of them is a quarter full);
- Three pencils;
- A pencil sharpener;
- An eraser;
- Two packs of cigarrettes, one in the rucksack and the other, half full, in his jeans;
- A zippo lighter;
Personality:
Sincere - Patrick is the kind of person that tells it like it is. He dosen't like to lie to someone just to make him feel good. Unfortunately not everyone appreciates his sincereness.
Dependable - When he has something to do or when somebody requests him to do something, Patrick always been a reliable and trustworthy person.
Broad-minded - Patrick never liked judging people by their outer layer and was always very understanding and accepting of others opinions, behaviors or beliefs.
Impulsive - Patrick always had the habit of following his instinct, not thinking too much about his actions. Unfortunately for him that didn't always end well.
Independent - Patrick always liked being his own man and never allowed anyone to govern him or control him in matters of opinion, conduct or other things. He had quite a few episodes with his parents, mostly his mother, because of that.
Other:
- Like most tattoo artists, Patrick has lots of tattoos on his body. He dosen't have a favorite one though, he likes all of them the same.
- Owns and drives a black w/ white stripes 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS customized w/ Torque Thrust II wheels and a GM Performance ZZ502 engine.

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

Still working on my character. Hope it's not too late. Yesterday I was busy and didn't had much time.

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

No biography? You just made me a very happy man. I'll definetly start making a CS.

Heroes Reborn

Matteus Suomalainen

The Viper Pit car shop

The shop was buzzing with action today. Matteus's crew were busy working at two cars that needed to be done fast. One tomorow, the other two days from now. Matteus was in the office not doing anything important. He was sitting on the seat, looking at the TV and watching the news regarding the tragic death of Claire Bennett. He wasn't particulary happy about that despite hating her for exposing EVO's to the world. As he was paying attention to the news on TV Wesley comes inside with a satisfied look on his face. Matteus noticed him and turned around while still on the chair.

"Hey Matty listen up, remember that guy that the police interogated last week regarding your girlfriend?" Asked Wesley while gesticulating.

"The owner of that black Chevy Impala that Sarah was dragged in?" Said Matteus, responding to Wesley's question with another question.

"Yup, that guy. I got his address just like you asked. Whathaya say we pay him a visit and see if we can squeeze more information from him, prefferably the truth. Because my instinct's telling me that guy is a big fat lier." Responded Wesley.

"Yeah, whatever you say." Matteus said with a rather uninterested tone.

"What's wrong with you? Who knocked the wind out of your sails?"

"Haven't you watched the news today?"

"Not really! Was I supposed to?"

"Claire Bennett was just shot in the head on live television while giving a speech."

"Oh my God! You gotta be kidding me. And what are you so sad about? I thought you hated her." Asked Wesley shocked by the news and surprised by Matteus's surprising sadness regarding the subject.

"Yes, and I still do. But from that to wanting her dead is a long way. And besides that...this incident can become a very dangerous precedent." Said Matteus, visibly concerned about the whole thing while Wesley was struggling to find his words.

"Sooo, are we going after that guy or not?"

"Yes! I have a feeling he knows more then he wants us to think." Said Matteus as both he and Wesley got out of the office and out of the car shop.

"Mine or yours?" Asked Wesley obviously reffering to whose car they take.

"Well you're the one that knows the address so lead the way my long braided friend." Said Matteus pointing towards Wesley's car, an orange, customized, 1969 Pontiac GTO that he was using for both street racing and regular everyday driving. Matteus got on the passenger seat while Wesley started the car and drove away to the guy's address.

Heroes Reborn

Sorry for the sudden dissapearance. I haven't lost interest or anything, i've just been having some health issues regarding my stomach, the past couple of days. Hopefully i'll get back soon and start posting.

A Tale of Thieves - Part One; Running and Hiding

Victor Wilson

Today was payday. That stupid drug dealer, J.T. for which he delivered some drugs, a couple of weeks ago kept delaying him with the rest of the cash he was supposed to give him. But today was the big day. The bastard finally had the money and was ready to pay. He walking through the stony halls of The Circuit heading to the Market, with a map in his hand, even though he knew the place well the place was so complex you could easily get lost in here. As he was looking in the map a prostitute tried to pick him up. "Hey baby, want some action!" Victor stopped, looked at her for a second and smiled. "Not if I wanna become sick!" He said still with a smile on his face as he moved along to his destination. After arriving at the Market, Victor puts the map in an inside pocket of his leather jacket and starts looking for a bald black man with an eye patch over his left eye. The Market was a real buzz today. All kinds of people looking for work. Then he spots the guy as he starts to dodge people and grab J.T. by his right arm, turning him around.

"Hey, you got my money?" Victor asked with a serious look on his face. "Yeah, come with me." Said J.T. as he leaded Victor to what looked like a restaurant, or fast-food or something. J.T. and Victor get inside and take a table. "Sorry for all the trouble I caused you. Here's your money. He said as he reached to the inside of his coat and pulled out a wad of cash, placed it carefully on the table and slides it towards Victor who takes the money and hides it away inside his leather jacket. "You better not pull this off again. If you want me to keep doing your dirty work. Now if you excuse me, have a nice day. See you next time." Said Victor rising from tha table and getting out of the fast-food. Just as he was getting ready to return to the surface and get back to the car shop, his cell phone rang. Victor looked dissapointed at the screen of his phone. It was Rebecca. "You sure know how to pick your moments." Said Victor to himself as he responded. "Hello..."