Skylar Lee Evans
""Zombies don't exist loser." What the fuck's eating your arm then asswipe"-
Skye - to an asshole who made fun of him prior to the end
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Full Name|
Skylar Lee Evans
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Nickname|
Skye
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Birth Date|
April, 19th
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Age|
21 (15 at the start of all this)
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Zodiac Symbol|
Aries
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Gender|
Male
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Sexuality|
Questioning/Experimenting
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Race|
Caucasian
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In Depth Appearance|
Standing at 5' 9" and weighing 143 lbs, Skye is a little tall and a lot skinny. He's got dark brown eyes and darker brunette hair that's generally a mess. A lack of readily available razors has led to a scruffy appearance, though when he can he'll shave it off. He has no tattoos, though a few trivial scars, one major scar on his side from when the apocalypse first began, he got horrible road rash on his side from falling off of a motorcycle. Leaving a bumpy, tight mess behind. He tends to wear whatever clothing fits, though he prefers a leather jacket he found at some point. It offers warmth and some slight protection.
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Quirks | Habits | Oddities|
Skye tends to favor his right side after his accident, and will rub the skin there when he's deep in thought.
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Hobbies | Talents|
As an avid LARPer he had some skill with blunt force objects, so he's handy with staffs, bats, and pipes. He also has some chemistry skill, allowing him a little knowledge regarding explosives and he was a practicing Wiccan giving him a little knowledge regarding herb lore offering slight options for medicinal benefits, no matter how circumspect.
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Likes|
Reading, chemistry, fantasy, and explosions.
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Dislikes|
Zombies, assholes, people who argue with him, and narrow mindedness.
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Fears|
Zombies, close friends dying, and being left by himself.
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Personality|
Skye used to be adventurous, active and outgoing. For a nerd Skye is also a uniquely naive individual. Although he is independent, outgoing and assertive Skye is also surprisingly trusting, often innocently walking into the lion's den at times. No matter what upheaval, challenge or triumph they confront - Skye has a wonderful ability to bounce back. His faith in life and the future remains untouched by hardship. For the most part. Skye's gift is that he is always a child at heart and the world is always a magical place for them. You know except for the zombies.
D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T
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History|
Skye was a loser. He loved LARPing, was a witch, loved Chemistry, and let's not forget was way into Zombies before that was. real thing. Fir the two years prior to the mess he was an avid partaker of Zombie Survivalist propaganda, and when shit went down, he thought he was prepared. Had a friend with a motorcycle, they had their survivalist bags, everything was hunky dory. NOT. On their way out of town, Skye falls off of the motorcycle and gets hurt really badly. Later his friend and him get separated, and they had the real skill in defending themselves, so Skye thought he'd be eaten within the week. He successfully survived, but that shit scared him and left him freaking out. Finally he's been with a group for almost a year, and he hopes that he can survive and bring those he cares for with him.
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Allergies|
Penicillin and latex
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Old injuries|
Scarring on his right side from an old motorcycle accident, which broke his leg and his floating ribs. Causes discomfort during cold or rainy weather.
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Health conditions|
Mostly physically healthy, some pain on his right side and leg. Mental health is debatable, he has slight PTSD and insomnia.
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Strengths|
Blunt force objects, chemistry (explosives) and medicine (herbs and plants)
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Weaknesses|
Weaker on left side, walking for long distances causes tightness in his right leg and slows him down, unskilled with projectile weapons.
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Extra|
Nothing as of yet
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Anything Else|
Skye was a zombie apocalypse survivalist but was just as badly fucked over as everyone else when it happened. Goes to show only dumbasses prepare for that shit.