So for some odd reason you want to read a summary of the git you see the said summary of before you... Well aren't you bored if that's the case?
Orlan, the name itself was an odd little thing I came up with in a dispute with a Dutchman based on the place in France; Orleans. Just take the e and the s out and you've got Orlan... The name I use. Never actually visited the place bizarrely enough. That Dutchman was later caught robbing the bank I had just closed down my old and empty account in, even said hello to the unlucky git on the way out.
Notes: Do not bother me with Anime, manga or whatever else fits in that group, not a big fan of the art styles. Just give me traditional artwork and I'll be happy.
I quite like science fiction, especially star wars because I met David Prowse, poor bloke signed his name as Prowsf on the signed picture I have... He was the last person I expected at that flower show.
I tend to make up little tales and stories, which some people find to be true for some strange reason because of how well I lie according to a few friends and colleagues, the Dutchman Bank tale about the name is actually true, so is the David Prowse autograph event as well, met him in a local town's flower show at the beginning of the reasonably large event.
During my childhood I went on forty holidays, seven of them going to Paris... and I honestly cannot tell you the exact number of how many of them I've been on across Europe... A lot of them to see art and history museums because I cannot help loving the world's beauty in an odd way to most.
I have this strange instinct not to trust or listen to anyone who has tattoos, my own brother's an exception on the listening half, I dissaprove of such things naturally, and nothing has managed to change my views or opinion on it. End of Notes
That's all you're getting, can't be arsed to fail at describing myself accurately and I have nothing else to share... Off you go now and do something more interesting, find intreaguing people, after all it is your important time I am wasting, drivelling on about my holidays and my improvisations which are almost identical to the truth at times.
I haven't, but I have something in mind to meet a group using my chief weapon, which is surprise! Surprise and fear... fear and surprise... My two weapons are fear and surprise!
I think someone would more readily expect the Spanish Inquistion then for there to be enough working batteries for a specific golf cart in Canada during an apocalypse, or for it to survive the traffic. You'd never expect it.
Gender: Male, haven't really heard many women called John William Lewis' in my time.
Nationality: British
Appearance:
He is a man of a height of 1.82 metres, a weight he last checked before the undue apocalypse was 70 kilograms, the picture sums up the rest really, no special features or scars, that is him.
In-Depth Personality:
Good old Johnny here is a kind soul, he's content with a simple life of scavenging for food and drink and goodness knows what else, selling some of it then continuing on, he is completely incompetent with most weapons, preferring to help people and not fight them... You'd think he would have died minutes after the apocalypse however he has managed to survive on one simple fact: He doesn't fight. Yes, he is the passive man in an apocalypse. Instead of fighting for his stuff he offers his services to everyone, making a bargain that they defend him, he will do many other things for the said bodyguard. It's been made with the looters, bandits and the real scum of Canada who use life as an outlet for their pre-apocalypse stress because John's a decent driver, handyman and generally a bigger help alive then dead.
John is a reasonably easy-going bloke, he'll gladly prepare food, help take a door off it's hinges or whatever else his engineering talent is required for if it's reasonably safe and he will not complain one bit. He knows about losing a friend quite a lot, so much so that he's used to losing his compatriot then taking on their murderer as a new friend, scavenging and surviving again and again.
Character background: John wasn't always a golf cart driver, he started off his talent for cooking and engineering work in school, doing best in those said subjects out of them all... he didn't do well in the traditional examination hall, which led to him becoming an electrician within two years after recieving the results, he kept on it for another twenty years until he decided to test an oven he was trying to repair by cooking a meal with it... in a famous chef's house, the said chef tasted the simple meal, and snatched up the engineer as an assistant chef as soon as the chef could, this better career for John continued to the apocalypse, where his first apocalyptic meal was Chef and Chips which he fed to other corpses to escape on a security guard's golf car, from then John's been working for armed individuals and driving around in the same golf car, gathering tools and food on the way.
Equipment:
One backpack
One Halfords’ 127-Piece Tool Kit, one or two of the tools are gone but it does have a tin can opener.
Two small blowtorches, both with four replacement fuel storage caskets or whatever they're called.
A week's worth of food. One electric golf car... somehow.
Weapons: He is incompetent with a gun...
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@Scout Well good luck on it, it's all I can give unfortunately. Maybe remember there are some imbeciles like me who only know one language competently.
Hope you don't mind another person, have a good idea in mind for someone whose incompetence for fighting knows no bounds but his accepting attitude has gotten him everywhere, I'll have him up by say tomorrow.
They're still at it, still trying to rebuild that old thing... They're petty, but they're not petty enough to target the odd criminal, and that's not meant for me... I really need to find out what's in these cylinders. An old man speculates tiredly from behind a telescope, looking into the evening sky at a slumbering monster. A sharp ping emits from a device nearby, a small cylinder sits in a larger glass cylinder, the said cylinder is the main support for a black tube and a monitor that pings another two times before the old man can get his finger on the examine pop-up.
Let's hope it ain't a weather forcast for Corellia again, or meteorlogical reports on Hoth... thank you First Order for your nice present of a... Oh goodness it's a home delivery to next door. The Old man muses, his wit turns to pure dread at it's location, a bunker yonder upon a cliff shines into view. What the hell is going on here? An order like that and a... maybe a drink'll waken me up a little. He again speculates, after his little drink he reviews the order for the bunker, again and again it tells it's same order...
The metaphorical Phenylpropanolamine and Amantadine run through the codger's noggin... Welcome back, Kyle.
So for some odd reason you want to read a summary of the git you see the said summary of before you... Well aren't you bored if that's the case?
Orlan, the name itself was an odd little thing I came up with in a dispute with a Dutchman based on the place in France; Orleans. Just take the e and the s out and you've got Orlan... The name I use. Never actually visited the place bizarrely enough. That Dutchman was later caught robbing the bank I had just closed down my old and empty account in, even said hello to the unlucky git on the way out.
Notes:
Do not bother me with Anime, manga or whatever else fits in that group, not a big fan of the art styles. Just give me traditional artwork and I'll be happy.
I quite like science fiction, especially star wars because I met David Prowse, poor bloke signed his name as Prowsf on the signed picture I have... He was the last person I expected at that flower show.
I tend to make up little tales and stories, which some people find to be true for some strange reason because of how well I lie according to a few friends and colleagues, the Dutchman Bank tale about the name is actually true, so is the David Prowse autograph event as well, met him in a local town's flower show at the beginning of the reasonably large event.
During my childhood I went on forty holidays, seven of them going to Paris... and I honestly cannot tell you the exact number of how many of them I've been on across Europe... A lot of them to see art and history museums because I cannot help loving the world's beauty in an odd way to most.
I have this strange instinct not to trust or listen to anyone who has tattoos, my own brother's an exception on the listening half, I dissaprove of such things naturally, and nothing has managed to change my views or opinion on it.
End of Notes
That's all you're getting, can't be arsed to fail at describing myself accurately and I have nothing else to share... Off you go now and do something more interesting, find intreaguing people, after all it is your important time I am wasting, drivelling on about my holidays and my improvisations which are almost identical to the truth at times.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">So for some odd reason you want to read a summary of the git you see the said summary of before you... Well aren't you bored if that's the case? <br><br>Orlan, the name itself was an odd little thing I came up with in a dispute with a Dutchman based on the place in France; Orleans. Just take the e and the s out and you've got Orlan... The name I use. Never actually visited the place bizarrely enough. That Dutchman was later caught robbing the bank I had just closed down my old and empty account in, even said hello to the unlucky git on the way out.<br><br>Notes:<br>Do not bother me with Anime, manga or whatever else fits in that group, not a big fan of the art styles. Just give me traditional artwork and I'll be happy.<br><br>I quite like science fiction, especially star wars because I met David Prowse, poor bloke signed his name as Prowsf on the signed picture I have... He was the last person I expected at that flower show.<br><br>I tend to make up little tales and stories, which some people find to be true for some strange reason because of how well I lie according to a few friends and colleagues, the Dutchman Bank tale about the name is actually true, so is the David Prowse autograph event as well, met him in a local town's flower show at the beginning of the reasonably large event.<br><br>During my childhood I went on forty holidays, seven of them going to Paris... and I honestly cannot tell you the exact number of how many of them I've been on across Europe... A lot of them to see art and history museums because I cannot help loving the world's beauty in an odd way to most. <br><br>I have this strange instinct not to trust or listen to anyone who has tattoos, my own brother's an exception on the listening half, I dissaprove of such things naturally, and nothing has managed to change my views or opinion on it.<br>End of Notes<br><br>That's all you're getting, can't be arsed to fail at describing myself accurately and I have nothing else to share... Off you go now and do something more interesting, find intreaguing people, after all it is your important time I am wasting, drivelling on about my holidays and my improvisations which are almost identical to the truth at times.</div>