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Haven (Open)

Sila Chanthavong

Haven

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"You can make it another day," Sila whispered to himself as he lay on the hard floor of an abandoned home in Haven's center. Haven was the latest encampment that he had come across on his missionary journey to aid survivors in the fight against the undead. Sila sometimes liked to equate his nomadic trek away from his family to the trip that Paul the Apostle took to visit the surrounding areas of Israel, but if he was completely honest with himself, this was just a selfish escapade to keep his mind off of his family and all the other people that he left without saying bye to.

It had been over eight months since he had a night of sleep that was uninterrupted, and although life as the world knew it ended only about two months ago, Sila's life on the road began eight months before that. A full night of sleep started to feel like an elusive animal to him, and he had no tools to capture it. Part of this angst was due to the looming threat of a virus that turned humans to flesh-eating beasts, and the other part was attributed to the guilt of not being with his family. There still has not been a day that passed where he didn't rack his brain of thoughts of his mother, four aunts, and countless cousins that he considered to be his own little brothers and sisters. How desperately Sila wanted to be with his family, protecting and comforting them, but he had to settle with the thought that his cousins were taking that responsibility.

Movement outside by the church broke Sila out of his deep thought. He had to break the habit of doing that if he was going to survive. In this world, retreating into deep thought isn't an option for safety when an undead is trying to tear your face off. He peered outside his makeshift home to find Janette Allen on the steps of the church, obviously thinking to herself. Sila met Janette soon after he arrived at Haven. After expressing that he was a chef and that he wanted to help keep the encampment in the top nutritional health, he got the feeling that he was a little bit more welcome, and that put his mind at ease.

Sila sat back down to relax before the day started, and continued to fill his mind with thoughts for the day and how he could maximize the nutrition of the dwindling food supply that Janette kept track of. Winter was coming and food was key for survival. Up until two months ago, Sila never in his life had to worry about food, or where it would come from.

"It's time to learn how to survive," he sighed as he took a deep breath and picked himself up off the floor to get the day started.

The Impetuous Space Pirate Captain Lydia Lockheart!

@WilsonTurner makes me want to join this.

It's healthy to have disagreement :)

Can I reserve a spot as the Black Dirk's chef?

Edit: Darn, didn't realize it was full.

Haven (Open)

Name: Sila Chanthavong

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Occupation: Chef and Physical Therapy Student Drop Out

Skills:
+ 6’1” with moderate upper body strength.
+ Sila specializes in cooking quick and affordable
meals and snacks that have
all the nutrients of a full-course meal.
+ Proficient with knives in pretty much every manner ranging from fileting a
fish to hitting targets with accuracy at ranges of 20 feet.
+ Sense of humor can help keep dire situations seems light.

Flaws:
- His keen judge of character causes him to see the worst in people, and will
often exaggerate various characteristics in friends and acquaintances.
- Underneath his seemingly calm nature is a raging
beast of anger management issues that takes a large
amount of provoking to merit a verbal/physical
response.
- Sila loves to quietly judge and mock people in the confines of his mind.
- Sila’s left index finger, left middle finger and thumb were nearly severed
in a bet involving knives resulting in the nerves becoming unresponsive in
most of his left hand. Deeps scars are found on the knuckle of the middle
finger, the knuckle where the index finger meets the top of the hand, and the
top portion of his thumb is missing, leaving a slight angle.

Firearm proficiency: 2. Sila has been to a firing range occasionally on his international travels, but he hardly knows his way around a gun.

Weapons: Sila carries a Santoku knife (Japanese cooking knife) with a 9” black blade and sturdy, dark, wooden handle carried in a shoddy leather sheath strapped to his right thigh. He also carries a small Smith and Wesson tanto knife in his right pocket for utility, and has four Cold Steel Sport Throwing knives that he has yet to figure out how to quickly access them in case the need for them ever arises.

Equipment: A compact knife sharpener, a random container of salt, a Moleskin journal filled with recipes ranging from ones that he has learned on the road to those perfected in the kitchen by his mother, a Hydroflask®, and

a photo of a past lover

All held in a black, medium sized rucksack.

Apparel: Has a total of two short sleeve shirts, one long sleeve shirt, (accumulated from different restaurants), one pair of dark blue jeans, a long black rag that he often wears as a headband, a black cap with a small “J” embroidered on the face, and dark brown hiking boots.

Personality: Great judge of character and discernment for tense situations afforded to him by his quiet, observational nature. Believes that an empty stomach is the leading cause of depravity, and that if he could satisfy a person’s stomach then he could also keep that person content. Naturally introverted, but can also surprise acquaintances with his rowdy personality usually reserved for family and close friends.

Backstory:

Sila's passion for cooking stemmed from his fascination with knives that came at the young age of eight. He loved to test the knives in his mother's kitchen to see how well they could slice a slab of meat or a chicken breast.
This curiosity soon turned into a cooking hobby, and carried well into his teenage years until it became second nature. Cooking became as important as breathing to him.

After graduating high school in Temecula, CA, Sila went on to achieve his Bachelors of Science in Kinesiology and was enrolled in a physical therapy program. Much to the dismay of his mother and close family members, Sila dropped out 3/4ths of the way in order to dedicate his time to perfect his culinary skills that focused mainly on street food and quick, filling meals. Dropping out resulted in his mother kicking him out of the house, so he first resorted to staying with friends. He soon realized that his welcome was running out, and decided to take to a life on the road.

Previously, Sila loved to travel the world and seized every opportunity that he was able to get on a plane and fly to a remote part of the world to share his knowledge and love for food and to study the various types of international cuisine. To him, life on the road was no different than this. He had been living this nomadic lifestyle for eight months before the outbreak, going from city to city, sharing his culinary creations with any person who would be willing to receive from him. After the outbreak, he tried to get into contact with his family, but was unable to do so. After realizing he would not realistically be able to make it back to them, he offered his services to any hungry soul that he came across.

He wandered for two months before coming across what the locals call "Haven," and dedicated his skills to keeping the encampment nourished.

Other: He regrets not mending things with his family, and leaving the girl that he loved to pursue his cooking. He also talks in his sleep, and is often heard murmuring, "I'm sorry, Jacqueline."

Haven (Open)

It would be interesting to see how the three different healer types go about doing things though. One modern medicine that just barely finished school, a retired pharmaceuticals person, and a natural medicine.

Haven (Open)

Name: Sila Chanthavong

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Occupation: Chef and Physical Therapy Student Drop Out

Skills:
+ 6’1” with moderate upper body strength.
+ Sila specializes in cooking quick and affordable
meals and snacks that have
all the nutrients of a full-course meal.
+ Proficient with knives in pretty much every manner ranging from fileting a
fish to hitting targets with accuracy at ranges of 20 feet.
+ Sense of humor can help keep dire situations seems light.

Flaws:
- His keen judge of character causes him to see the worst in people, and will
often exaggerate various characteristics in friends and acquaintances.
- Underneath his seemingly calm nature is a raging
beast of anger management issues that takes a large
amount of provoking to merit a verbal/physical
response.
- Sila loves to quietly judge and mock people in the confines of his mind.
- Sila’s left index finger, left middle finger and thumb were nearly severed
in a bet involving knives resulting in the nerves becoming unresponsive in
most of his left hand. Deeps scars are found on the knuckle of the middle
finger, the knuckle where the index finger meets the top of the hand, and the
top portion of his thumb is missing, leaving a slight angle.

Firearm proficiency: 2. Sila has been to a firing range occasionally on his international travels, but he hardly knows his way around a gun.

Weapons: Sila carries a Santoku knife (Japanese cooking knife) with a 9” black blade and sturdy, dark, wooden handle carried in a shoddy leather sheath strapped to his right thigh. He also carries a small Smith and Wesson tanto knife in his right pocket for utility, and has four Cold Steel Sport Throwing knives that he has yet to figure out how to quickly access them in case the need for them ever arises.

Equipment: A compact knife sharpener, a random container of salt, a Moleskin journal filled with recipes ranging from ones that he has learned on the road to those perfected in the kitchen by his mother, a Hydroflask®, and

a photo of a past lover

All held in a black, medium sized rucksack.

Apparel: Has a total of two short sleeve shirts, one long sleeve shirt, (accumulated from different restaurants), one pair of dark blue jeans, a long black rag that he often wears as a headband, a black cap with a small “J” embroidered on the face, and dark brown hiking boots.

Personality: Great judge of character and discernment for tense situations afforded to him by his quiet, observational nature. Believes that an empty stomach is the leading cause of depravity, and that if he could satisfy a person’s stomach then he could also keep that person content. Naturally introverted, but can also surprise acquaintances with his rowdy personality usually reserved for family and close friends.

Backstory:

Sila's passion for cooking stemmed from his fascination with knives that came at the young age of eight. He loved to test the knives in his mother's kitchen to see how well they could slice a slab of meat or a chicken breast.
This curiosity soon turned into a cooking hobby, and carried well into his teenage years until it became second nature. Cooking became as important as breathing to him.

After graduating high school in Temecula, CA, Sila went on to achieve his Bachelors of Science in Kinesiology and was enrolled in a physical therapy program. Much to the dismay of his mother and close family members, Sila dropped out 3/4ths of the way in order to dedicate his time to perfect his culinary skills that focused mainly on street food and quick, filling meals. Dropping out resulted in his mother kicking him out of the house, so he first resorted to staying with friends. He soon realized that his welcome was running out, and decided to take to a life on the road.

Previously, Sila loved to travel the world and seized every opportunity that he was able to get on a plane and fly to a remote part of the world to share his knowledge and love for food and to study the various types of international cuisine. To him, life on the road was no different than this. He had been living this nomadic lifestyle for eight months before the outbreak, going from city to city, sharing his culinary creations with any person who would be willing to receive from him. After the outbreak, he tried to get into contact with his family, but was unable to do so. After realizing he would not realistically be able to make it back to them, he offered his services to any hungry soul that he came across.

He wandered for two months before coming across what the locals call "Haven," and dedicated his skills to keeping the encampment nourished.

Other: He regrets not mending things with his family, and leaving the girl that he loved to pursue his cooking. He also talks in his sleep, and is often heard murmuring, "I'm sorry, Jacqueline."

Hellllllllo!

Hi everyone, I'm Nick! I've always been one to enjoy a good story, but I'm super new to RPing on forums. I never even knew it existed.

Anyhow, I'm looking forward to having a little bit of fun here.