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Tearstone's Character Vault Mk I

Christopher Williams

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~Quote from the Character~

Character Summary

Chris Williams

Name: Christopher Paul Williams
Aliases: Chris, Trauma
Age: 27
Birthday:
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place:
Location: At time of outbreak
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Place N/A if character did not attend college
Occupation: Undercover Cop
Languages: Max 2 (either fluent or learning)

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Appearance

Height: 5' 10"
Weight:
Build: Lean & Athletic
Eyes:
Hair: Dark brown to black, short
Skin Tone: Light olive
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:

My Hider

Tattoos:

Scars:

Piercings:

Strengths: (max of 3)

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Weaknesses: (minimum 3)

▼ Asthma - very mild most of the time, was very severe when young.
▼ Trick shoulder (left) - while fighting a large fish on the line on the Tide Runner, was jerked to the railing of the boat and subsequently dislocated shoulder. Has trouble with it from time to time
▼ Photophobic eyes - gets migraines when exposed to direct harsh lighting for more than a few minutes, which can last hours afterward.
▼ Former smoker - sometimes may return to smoking
▼ Bad dancer
▼ Family history of heart conditions

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Psychology

Positive Trait * Negative Trait * Positive Trait * Negative Trait

Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Taken
Personality: Pragmatic, charismatic. Chris can be a charmer when he wants to. He has a solid poker face most of the time. He tends to be analytical and intuitive, he grasps things quickly. Can be caring and compassionate, or alternately cold and dispassionate. His moods can change like the weather, but usually for good reason. He has a reason for everything he says and does.
Habits: Minimal 3

Hobbies: At least 1

Fears: 3 real fears that make your character unhinged - besides infection or death

• Mild to moderate arachnophobia - watched the movie Arachnophobia waaay too young. Tends to come to mind whenever encountering spiders (other than Daddy Longlegs, or tarantulas. Still doesn’t like either of them, but isn’t skittish of them much), and is paranoid of things crawling on him, specifically bugs/insects
• Hates heights, but likes being high up. Is more worried about the fall and sudden stop than the height itself. Takes the time sometimes to face down this fear by putting himself in high places.

Flaws:

▼mild to moderate video game addiction
▼moderate caffeine addiction (former)
▼Former smoker

Likes: (Minimum of 6)

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Dislikes: (Minimum of 6)

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Motivations/Goals

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Cards On The Table

Pre Outbreak Skills: Max 5 - History must reflect these knowledges

• Shooting - Good (standard police training, time on the range, occasional need to use it, includes handguns and shotguns)
• Running - Good (good general fitness, fast on his feet, has to occasionally run down suspects who usually are fleet of foot and determined to escape). Lots of running in the Academy.
• Charismatic - naturally talented at understanding aspects of people and how to sell lies, covers, and make personal connections, which can also make for good leadership capabilities
• Undercover Operations, Performance, Infiltration, - all part of a skillset to get into groups, organizations, places, and get close to people, sell lies and cover identities to eventually bring down people and organizations.
• Intelligence gathering/interrogation - a more subtle version of an interview, used to work up information on suspects and persons of interest, usually while undercover. The more information and intel a UC can get, the better.

Post Outbreak Skills: Max 5 - Each Type of Gun Counts as 1 skill, Machete and Sword each are separate. History must reflect learning these skills.

• Decent boat pilot/navigator, good on jet-skis.
• Hand to Hand: Expert - Trained in police hand to hand tactics, able to scrap/fight quickly and efficiently, for when guns might not be an option, or too loud. or when expected to deal with violent situations on the mean streets of any city. A skill expected of any SWAT, UC, beat or patrol cop. Also has some kickboxing training as well. Had only basic skills from the academy to begin with but has had to use it in the intervening chaos and become well versed.
• Surveillance/Stakeout - includes tailing, watching locations and people without being observed, includes long hours and usually weight gain from stress eating. Usually used to gain intelligence on groups, people, locations, and objects. Was trained in this before the outbreak, used it a few times, but since it is essential for keeping watch, safeguarding caches, and observing the movements of herds.
• good impressionist and decent beatboxer,
• Wheelman - Was a decent driver before the academy. Took advanced driving skills as part of the academy training, and would engage in high speed pursuits when called for. Good driving skills are essential these days when the use of vehicles comes up, and he has honed moving through congested areas, and dealing with zombies in small numbers or avoiding groups.

Current Supplies: All things listed separately. For example - clothing cannot be listed as clothing - coat, shirt, shoes, shocks, underwear, etc - all count as one item each for extras - you are allowed one set that will consist of a shirt, shoes, socks, pants and overcoat to count as what you are currently wearing. Each full clip counts as one, each box of ammo must have listed how many bullets in each. (Keep it reasonable. I will keep these things very limited - no debating.) Max 10, including current clothing, so you may add 9 more.

• Current Clothing - Set of clothes: shirt, pants, belt, socks, underwear, boat shoes (26” paracord laces), baseball cap, large bandanna (worn, on head) sunglasses, Wallet - contains 2x bobby pins, 1x fresnel lens
• A Leather jacket
• 1 1 folding pocket knife (in pocket)
• 1 keychain LED light(in pocket)
• 1 set work gloves (in pocket)
• 1 walkie-talkie (clipped to pants)
• 1 multi-tool(worn on belt)
• 2x paracord bracelets (roughly 10’ of paracord each, one attached to good watch)
• Smith & Wesson M&P Shield .40 Caliber police service sidearm
• expanding steel baton (on person)

Weapons of Choice:

• Sig Saur P220TB .45 cal ACP (suppressed) - 5x box 8+2 magazines (loaded), on person (47 rounds)
• Remington M870 shotgun, tactical furniture, 7 round tube mag (full), 5 spare rounds on buttstock, paracord sling (50’ cordage, double dragon tongue), extra box of ammo (25) (stored in car trunk)
• Double barrel sawed-off shotgun - smooth bore - 10 rifled slugs, 3 buckshot (2 loaded)
• large crowbar

Quarters:

• Duffel bag - (in stateroom on Tide Runner)
  • Set of clothes: shirt, pants (5’ kevlar thread/wire sewn into inseam), socks, underwear, running shoes (30” paracord laces)
  • 2x pairs swim trunks
  • 1 large towel
  • 1 mag lite
  • 1 disposable lighter
  • 1x ferrocerium rod
  • 1 set binoculars
  • 1 ENO double nest hammock, AM Steel cable and cargo strap hanging system and bugnet
  • 1 gun cleaning kit
  • 1 business directory
  • 2x local/regional maps (good)
  • 1 boonie hat (multicam)
• Haversack - usually worn on person, or close at hand
  • 1 rain poncho w/ hood (good quality)
  • 1 roll bank line
  • 1 local/regional map (good)
  • 1 canvas sail needle
  • 1 spare bandana
  • 1 large roll gorilla tape
  • 1 Altoids tin (fire kit) - contents:
    • 1 disposable lighter,
    • 1 ferro rod,
    • 5 fire straws,
    • 1 chapstick,
    • 3 inches char cord,
    • 2 “ranger bands” (holding shut), sealed with electrical tape
  • 1 32 oz Smart Water water bottle (full)
  • 1 vial iodine drops (sterilization of water and wounds)
  • 1 albuterol/primatine inhaler
  • 1 lifestraw
  • 1 brss knukles
  • 1 box mag, 9mm - 13 rounds (15 capacity)

Caches & Stashes:

• Classic Dodge Charger - located at the Marina parking lot
  • bugout bag
  • tactical shotgun
  • police tactical gear
  • other tools of his trade.

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History

Bio:

It's long

Christopher, or Chris has lived in southern florida for most of his life. He grew up on and off of boats, in the tough scenes of street life here and there. His mother was shot at a young age. She died in the operating room as they tried to save her life. It had been a typical mugging, except something had gone wrong, or perhaps the mugger had decided to add more to his rap sheet. Who can say? As far as Chris goes, the guy was never caught. This left him in the care of his father, who tended to work in what little horse business there was, as well as working oil rigs, so by default he was raised by his grandmother on his father’s side. His grandfather had passed away a year before, but Chris does not remember the reason why.

A few years later, his father became interested in a woman in Southern Ohio. Chris was relocated by his dad, with his brother. Life there was decent, but not without struggles as his father remarried. The brothers were thrust onto the life of a horse ranch. It was discovered almost immediately that Chris had asthma. HIs mother had been a chain smoker and kept him locked in a room with her in his infant and toddler years. The Ohio humidity, combined with being around the barn and all caused him to be nearly deathly ill at first. After some time they looked into taking him to a chiropractic specialist, they were able to straighten him out in a month. Before, he had been on powerful steroids to try to combat the effects, but quickly he was off of them, and was able to mostly be a happy little boy.

His dad and stepmother worked on building a new house for their growing family, as they were all at first living with his step-mother’s mother, or step-grandmother. That was no big deal to him, and having a younger step sister to play with was a good thing. Most of the time that was fun as well. There were storm clouds on the horizon though as his father and step-mother fought a fair bit now and again. It seemed to get better at first when they moved to the very large house a half mile or so away. It was two stories and a basement, and larger than anything Chris had lived in. His mother worked for a government facility as a chemist at that time, and his father managed the ranch and related horse business. They served as a breeding service, a stabling service, and effectively a veterinarian service. Most of the local vets didn’t have much knowledge of equines so they tended to defer to the ranch’s knowledge, which was pretty extensive. They tended to bale their own alfalfa as it grew naturally on the property, and had 40 acres to work with.

Being so occupied, this lift Chris and his younger sister free often times, though there were chores especially on the weekends. Still, he found time to go out and play in the woods, following deer tracks, playing around the creeks, learning to fish, learning some basic hunting skills. He grew comfortable with the outdoors and loved it even. Eventually, things reached a head with his dad and stepmom and he was shipped back to Florida to live with his grandmother. It was a tough transition, as he had gained friends that he had become attached to in school. Florida was a new experience, now that he was back as a pre-teen, there was lots to do.

There was anonymity in school, but he did manage to find friends, and gain some popularity. He reconnected with the rest of his family and found it to be good. School was a little rough though as he didn’t fit in with any certain clique, and bullies found him an easy target. Having some family to fall back on helped, but his time in Ohio had left him with an independent streak. He knew that he could take care of himself decently, had decent judgement. Rarely did he want to discuss his problems with family that he still didn’t entirely know, at least in his own mind, and who he didn’t feel valued his own decision-making, or intelligence. So he turned to video games and the internet. Along the way he met a friend Jamie who was similarly minded, and the two of them became fast friends. After a while they were making regular trips to the glades, or the beach, not just for swimming, but as a means of escape, to think, and to dig into the local flora and fauna. Chris rediscovered his love for being outdoors here and relearned old skills, and new skills tailored for south Florida.

Jamie also happened to be unstable, bi-polar, and perhaps had a few other conditions that Chris never cared about. Jamie was just Jamie. Eventually, Jamie had gone off meds, and had an incident that wound up putting Chris’ friend away for a while. Jamie wound up in a local asylum, which Chris was never able to get much information about it from Jamie’s family members, who did not like Chris himself. Eventually, he moved on, but kept up with his skills. Another set of skills he’d learned from Jamie was basic psychology, learning how people think, how to understand them. Chris had been a skilled liar when he was younger, covering for his step-sister, or older brother quite often, as well as covering about his own personal shortcomings, such as completed/incomplete homework, and so on. He’d learned to look his dad or stepmother right in the eye, and with a straight expression, tell them a total untruth. These days he got better at it, more focused, more determined to seal the holes, and to believe the lie to sell it. He’d had to practice it a fair bit when he’d come home at midnight, sometimes one or two in the morning, or if he’d made a short visit after school with Jami or other friends.

In high school he took up running, as well as some general bodyweight exercises. He got into kickboxing as an outlet for his energies, and some anger, but even then he’d begun to mellow out. The bullies began to leave him alone, as he was no longer a fun or easy target, and found their jabs could be turned on them. Chris did get into a couple of fights, but defended himself at least adequately,. Eventually the bullies left him be entirely, and his circle of friends did expand. They often found him to be the quiet voice of reason, and found his advice usually solid.

A couple years before graduation another person joined the ranks of their group. Her name was Heather. They took an immediate liking to each other. Soon they were seeing each other and dating. Again, Chris had to use some of his skill at deception, mostly to have the freedom to spend his time with her. After a time they were nigh inseparable. To anyone on the outside it was obvious they were head over heels for each other. Chris was a grade above her and after two years together graduated out. Heather’s folks wound up moving that summer a good distance away, her father chasing a job in Missouri with a food production company. They tried to maintain a long-distance relationship, but eventually broke up due to the realities of their situation. They did not speak again for a few years, but remain very close to this day. Chris still loves her very much, but he keeps it very tightly under wraps.

Chris spent the next year still living with his grandmother, working small jobs, living life, partying. He began to look into hooking up with girls wherever he could in an effort to take his mind off of Heather. It helped some, but at the same time provided sharp contrast. After a while, he decided to make use of some of the protective instincts he’d gained over the last few years, as well as the skills he’d picked up along the way and joined the Miami PD. He made his way through the academy. The kickboxing and other basic martial arts experience he had served him well and he learned fast in that area. He’d been a gun enthusiast for many years and took to firearms training quickly. He’d spent part of his time breaking or avoiding the law in his middle school and early high school years, so learning the official side of it was easier. Soon he graduated from the academy.

He was able to impress upon his peers and superiors his skills at reading people, leading, and more. He set the goal of working as an undercover cop in narcotics and vice, posing as a mule or dealer often. He began making small busts and arrests, before starting to make contacts and connections. He set the goal of infiltrating a few organizations, knocking out the pins here and there. He took to it quite a bit, and found he liked the challenge, and sometimes the adrenaline that came with looking down the wrong end of a barrel, and the wrong said thing would get him ended. He branched out into robbery and other divisions as well.

Eventually, the port authority and Miami police wanted to check out an unusual business. It seemed to be a small boating concern that was arguably a tourist trap of sorts. Except it made a lot of money, and seemed to be extremely successful. It made a ton of trips up and down the coast and all over the place in coastal waters. It wasn’t easily tracked, and the finances just didn’t look right. So Chris was called up as a young sea hand on the docks, letting him spend a while doing odd jobs, and working on basic seamanship.. With his knowledge of the beaches, waterways, the glades and other places, he made a name as a guide and soon approached the Tide Runner’s captain, a young lady by the name of Zephy about working on the boat.

He was brought on, on a trial basis, and soon became part of the crew. Chris took some time to get to know her, and the others aboard… the Chef Andre, and a masseuse, medic, and holistic medicine specialist Shelly, who also served as a sort of hospitality specialist. At first Chris thought there might have been something there with Shelly, but after a while, found nothing. She was just a girl on a boat with a good job. Andre checked out, even though he was known to have a chat with Mary Jane from time to time.

It took a while to get close to Zephy who was recovering from the death of her father who she was very close to. Her attitude at times was almost combative toward Chris. She also got into altercations with her mother, Karen, who was the business manager. After a while though, there was a bit more ease between Chris and Zephy. One evening after a fight between Karen and Zephy, Chris decided to take a risk and had a talk with Zephy. His words were gentle, but intent, and designed to provoke her anger, and her grief about her dad. She hadn’t really grieved at all, just bottled it up and shoved it in a drawer. He deliberately focused on cracking that shell, since he was a better target than her mother. After that he left her alone with her thoughts. She left, went to go visit her father’s grave, and had the breakdown she needed.

She returned the following morning, drained, and dried out but in much better condition. Over the following weeks, she repaired the relationship with her mom, and the relationship with Chris improved, dramatically so in some ways. Part of the money had come from a hefty life insurance policy, and they had been having a large run of some of their more lucrative charters. The boat was paid off years ago, so almost all they draw in now goes to paying crew, and normal operations. Whatever is left goes into their pockets. Chris was on board long enough by now to know that the numbers did add up, they were just kind of expensive, but for good reason.

Deciding he had found an ideal circumstance, and he made plenty as a member of the crew, he decided to take an extended vacation or mini-retirement from the Miami PD. That was when the outbreak hit. At first it was good, with the airports shutting down, they had a few charter auctions, but after that, when the walkers started showing up, they shut down operations. Shelly, Andre, and Karen went ashore to get supplies. Chris did too, but made it back. Eventually, they were left with no choice but to cast off. They took the Tide Runner out off shore and began using the tender to run to and from the ship. They had radio contact with the crew at the office for a while. They were seemingly safe, but eventually the batteries wore out on their end.

Lately it’s been just the two of them aboard the ship, and supplies are running low. The water maker is broke down. Time to make a call.

Your First Walker Encounter: Minimal 1 well developed paragraph

History Before Outbreak: Minimal 3 paragraphs about your characters life up until this point.

History Since Outbreak: Minimal 4 paragraphs on how your character has survived up until this point.

Family: -- Listings for immediate family only---

• Grandmother - Francine Landers - deceased, six months ago, died old age in nursing home in fort lauderdale
• Grandfather - William Landers - deceased, 26 years ago (too young to remember, doesn’t remember stories either)
• Grandmother - Theresa Williams - Unknown, presumed dead ((Still alive, in fact))
• Grandfather - Richard Williams - deceased - heart attack - 1 year ago
• Father - Terry Williams - deceased, heart failure 2 years piror to outbreak
• Mother - Melinda Williams - deceased; gunshot some 24 years ago
• Brother - Michael Williams - unknown, ((still alive, several states away in Southern Ohio))
• Several cousins in the family, but status is largely unknown

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Extras

Character Quote: Something they say a lot or live by
Theme Song: What would be playing when they walk up if we were in a movie?
How Many Walkers Have You Killed:
How Many People Have You Killed:
Why:
Anything Else:

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No hurries. I'm still working on Ben's race while still doing his CS, namely so it can be approved and I can set him up in New York. He's going to be bitten and going through 'growing' pains which he has no idea how to deal with. Young werewolves are such a nuance some times. With the random shifting, moodiness, etc. XD Not to mention silver creates a rash and uncomfortable as hell. Though still need to work with VAT over the details of him helping me get Ben changed and not killed during that. >,< I'll do that after Ben's approved.

@Fallenreaper

Nuance or nuisance?

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The CS is still being tweaked.

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I think I might pop for once.

@Fallenreaper

Are you that 'full' or should I say 'stuffed'?

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That's putting it mildly...

@Fallenreaper

>_< *hiss*

Tearstone's Character Vault Mk I

Name: Elijah Dodgers
Nicknames: Dodge
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Rank: Cpl
Ethnicity/Nationality: Caucasian/American

My Hider

Physical Description:

Standing 5'9" with brown hair and green eyes, Eli is of average but sturdy build. With outdoor life in the semi-arid desert of the Texas Panhandle being the norm until the Nam, he is well tanned, and in good shape. Basic has hardened his frame.

Hider

Skillset:

Eli has a couple tours under his belt at least, giving him some familiarity with the VC, the jungle, and operation of his weapon systems. He as proven to be capable under fire, and has demonstrated leadership capabilities among his peers. As such he has recently been minted as a Corporal and given charge of a few others.
With a youth spent outdoors, a gun in hand, hunting, exploring, and being in dangerous country sometimes, has attributed to his survival in the jungles of Viet Nam.
M16 Expert
M203 Qualified
Land Navigation Qualified
Army hand to hand

History:

Elijah was born in Borger Texas in 1945. His father was Dale Dodgers, a WWII vet. His mother was Helen who was the daughter of a displaced farmer from the dust bowl. Dale spent most of his time working the oilfield and carbon black after returning home from military to provide for his wife and son. Eli attended public schooling in Borger. He gained a few friends, and even had a girlfriend, Regina Warren. For a time, Regina was all he was about, and intended to marry the girl until the Draft came along.

His dad taught him to shoot and Elijah took to hunting and fishing with his grandfather and father (When he had the time). During his school years, he was a typical kid of the day, when he wasn't parked next to the radio or TV, he would sometimes venture down to Electric City, the small township that had sprung up around the steam-based powerplant that had been erected to power the Phillips-Chevron Refinery as well as the oilfield drilling locations in the area when his dad was a boy. By the time he was old enough to go to Electric City, it had been all but abandoned. Exploring old houses and structures was a fun activity, and occasionally he found something nifty while he was there. More than once he'd found a rattlesnake there, but he'd learned how to handle them, and was always careful about such things.

Something of a loner because of this, as mentioned before he had only a few friends, maybe enough to count on one hand. But those that he had were good ones. Occasionally he would spend time with his cousins, of whom he had several, which between his friends and family allowed him to be decently well-rounded and instilled the value of family. He still maintains a sense of independence and self-reliance.

It was during the last year or so of high school he took an interest in Regina Warren, a dark-haired girl with blue eyes who'd grown up in the same town. At first she turned him down, but with charm and persistence she finally decided he was serious, or at least seriously interested in her. The two started seeing each other outside of school, a little at first, but then more so, even going out on dates.

By this time, Eli's mother had become a working woman at the local J.C. Penny's. Better that than the alternative, as inflation soared. Being well old enough to take care of himself, Eli was left to his own devices much of the time, especially with his father becoming increasingly absent from his life, spending more time at the local watering holes after work, and often stumbling home drunk. This meant it was much harder for his parental unit to wrangle in his 'extracurricular' activities. This gave him something of a badboy vibe, which Gina was drown to, and Eli probably didn't do much to dispel it.

Just before graduation, his father wound up running his car off the bridge of the Canadian River on Highway 136, after traveling down it the opposite way in a drunken stupor. The car dropped a couple stories below and crashed into the river. Unable to free himself, his father drowned, leaving his mother a widow. A month later the Draft came through, and pulled him away from his mom and Gina.

At first Eli resented the military and the draft pulling him away from his little life in Borger, sometimes it was the thought of home that kept him going, as well as the letters back and forth. Basic training kept him pretty busy, and was a distraction needed. After that he attended training at Fort Benning for training regarding the new 11th Air Assault Division. Serving with the 11th, he gained several tours, but wasn't entirely happy about the 11th being rolled over into 1st Cavalry Divsion (Air Mobile) but since then not a whole lot has changed

Equipment:

• M79 grenade launcher - "Thumper" - 5 grenades, 3 smoke
• M16A1 (w/ brass deflecter, newer model), "Rebecca" - 3 extra magazines (1 mag empty)
• Colt 1911, 4 extra mags (one loaded in weapon)
• M1942 machete, scout carry (small of back)
• Gerber Mk II fighting knife
• Jungle fatigues, boots, boonie hat, OD Bandana,
• Canteen, e-tool, poncho, 50' 550 paracord, FAK, other soldier sunderies
• pictures of mom and Regina
• couple cans of "dip", pack of cigs, zippo lighter, pack of playing cards

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*plugs their Skype again*

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CS has been moved. Thank you NMS, and Hound55

@FacePunch I will be PMing you shortly about some things including the Daily Watchmen, the police comissioner, and Thunderbolt

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Character you have created: William Price
Alias: Death Dealer
Speech Color (Actually say what you're using): OliveDrab
Character Alignment: Walking The Line (Aberrant)
Identity: Secret (for now)

Character Personality:
William Price is a man motivated by his convictions, tragedies and traumas. More than that he was a loving husband, a dedicated marine. Goal and mission-oriented. Tough, self-reliant, with a gleam in his eye. An Operator, and craftsman. Believes in mastering the things he learns and does. Adaptable, flexible, even when planning. Capable of completely improvising as well. Introverted, not usually given to long speeches. INtuitive in his grasp of concepts, information, people, able to fill in information and the blanks quickly.

Appearance:

Additional Images

Build: Lean & athletic
Weight: 185 lbs
Height: 5’ 9”
Eye color: Hazel
Hair: Brown

Uniform/costume: None, specifically. Anything from street clothes to full tactical gear, to even martial arts gi... depends on the moment and the day, and what's going on.

Origin Info/Details:

Blood Type: O+
DOB: 3/14
SSN: 546-17-7199
Birth Order: Middle ( 2 sisters, 1 illegitimate)
Land of Origin: United States
Environment Growing Up: Small to medium city (15,000 to 500,000)
Socio/Economic Background: Laborer/Middle-class
Marital Status: Widower

William Price (named after his grandfather) was never born to a happy home. His father, Shane was something of a man-slut. He got around quite a bit. His mother, Amelia died in the process of child-birth due to complications, but they were able to save him. With his older sister in tow, he wound up being raised solely by Shane and his holder sister for years. Finally, Shane found another woman, Elizabeth Franks, whom he married once Liz as she was commonly known became pregnant with Shane's third child.

Shane resented being saddled with not one, but two children from prior relations. To this day, William still feels that his father blames him for the death of Amelia, as well as other marital troubles. His older sister, Lacey Williams was allowed to do as she wished, but was a natural caregiver. It was no surprise when she became an EMT or paramedic for LHEMS.

Always trying to live up to the memory of his sisters in his father's eyes, William never seemed to quite get there. This alone was frustrating. Sensing his frustrations, his grandfather Billy took him under wing. Taught him to hunt, fish, and live off the land. As a former Marine, Billy told his grandson all sorts of stories from during his time in the service.

Fortunately, early childhood woes began to wane as Will discovered that his family was a large one that extended over a good portion of the globe, both on his mother's side as well as his father's, and also included his step-mother's family. This allowed him to travel and pick up other languages as well as give him a more rounded upbringing, well into his teenage years. His father was happy to not have the boy underfoot most of the time. This still saddened William, but he accepted it as fact.

Along the way, Will picked up an interest in martial arts, , as well as a need as he occasionally traveled in dangerous parts of the world, especially during the summer months. This gave him a wide array of knowledge, and allowed him to perfect it through the school year. Unlike most of his classmates, he didn't train for sport but for combat. He also took an interest in tactics, both military and civilian (law enforcement). He began to look at his gear along with with his hunting trips as opportunity to train.

Already planning on joining the US Military once he was out of high school, he had entered the Marines. He'd finished with training at Paris Island. His time before prepared him, made him mentally tougher, and more ready, and a better soldier. AS a result, his instructors pushed harder, farther, seeking to turn him into an even better Marine. He took to most every aspect of Marine Corps life.

Just before 9/11 Will sought to enter enter Scout/Sniper school. Slots were harder to come by then. With the attack on the Twin Towers, more space was opened up. Making entry into the school, his prior experience proved useful. A-School sharpened his fieldcraft, his initial shooting skills. But more than that, they gave him the skills to make and modify his own weapons, and give him the skills to make him the most effective weapon on the battlefield.

One of the proud few to make it all the way through Scout-Sniper training at Quantico, he moved into full time military service where his skills served to keep Marines and other service personnel safe, and bring the fight to those who would seek to bring terror to American soil.

Eventually, William wound up re-uping for another four years. During one rotation back to the states he met a girl by the name of Andrea. He was fairly taken with her. The two entered into a relationship that was sometimes rocky. As a civilian the demands that William had placed on him, as well as on himself were a little hard to fathom. But they made it work for the next few years, despite frequent conflicts on when him leaving the military.

Looking to make extra money, William joined Black Dog Security Services, a private contractor. Effectively a mercenary, he took a one-year contract. The pay was far more than his time in the military, essentially doing the same or similar jobs with much lower risk. And he was able to travel home much more readily. It was a happy medium, with a much lower operational tempo. There, he met a by the name of Joel Goodman. The two became friends. Turned out Joel was a native to Lost Haven as well. They were able to bond over home. Joe was former Army, which meant there was a friendly rivalry there, as well as swapping war stories.

So it was that the former marine began the process of transferring back into civilian life. Transferring back to Lost Haven. Black Dog worked specialist security for a few VIP's and other groups in the region, as well as for important corporate business locations. One such contract happened to be for Gene Corp. Unfortunately, one such protection contract resulted in a lot of deaths, both within Gene Corp and Black Dog Security. The incident in question related to a meta-mutated test subject for an experimental virus killing their way out of the building.

The death of several friends within Black Dog was a tragedy for him. Deciding he could no longer protect Gene Corp and it's interests, he sought to dissolve his contract with Black Dog. The company let him go, quietly. A short time later, other things began to go wrong within Lost Haven. (Further details to be shown IC and elsewhere)

Hero Type: Hybrid (normal/other - Special Training)
Power Level: Street Level
Powers (Be Specific): None

Skills and Notable Abilities:

My Hider

• Common Skills - Speaks multiple languages, skilled/crack driver, basic and advanced math
• Weapons Skills - Has an expert rating with nearly anything that fires a projectile, or holds an edge.
• Wilderness, Hunting, & Survival - Due to being a career hunter from a young age, as well as par to Marine Scout/Sniper training, William is a survival skills expert and can put on a S.E.R.E. (Survival, Evasion, Resistance, and Escape) Master Class
• Manhunter/Hunter of Gunmen - Trained in scouting, reconnaissance, intelligence gathering, as well as tracking, surveillance, imitation, impersonation. This allows him to track friends and enemies, anticipate their strategies, quickly count weapons and personnel, and analyze organizational structures. This also makes him able to select when, where, and how he will eliminate his targets, and lethal at any range.
• Fast Learner & Jack of All Trades - William has always been sharp as a razor and whip smart. Able to pick up languages, to bit sand pieces of all sorts of things from basic electronics and mechanics and more.
• Quick-Draw & Sharpshooter - Due to a number years as aprofessional operator, he has mastered skills with firearms with many hours of practice, allowing him to draw pistols or ready rifles faster than most. As a sharpshooter he is able to perform shooting tricks, such as shooting upside down, over his shoulder with a mirror, ricochet shots (within reason) and so on. This is experience based, not some sort of magical power/ability. As a result he also as an intuitive grasp for trigonometry. - Don't play pool against him lightly.
• Gunsmith - As part of Scout/Sniper training, all candidates are required to learn to build their own firearms able to shoot sub-MOA within a given range. (400 meters I believe). They learn the ins and outs of gunsmithing. Basic combat training teaches recruits to maintain their weaponry. Along the way, William learned to modify weapons, ammunition, repair, and even build firearms and parts as required.
• Tracking/Trapping - As a long time hunter, it is always easier to procure meat when you don't actually have to hunt. In this way, William learned how to make all manner of traps and snares, dead falls, and pitfalls, as well as learning to track all sorts of animals. This has translated well into tracking and trapping people as well.
• Disguise Scent - spending much time hunting, as well as a Scout/Sniper, William spent much time learning myriad ways of diverting or disguising his scent, reducing it, letting the wind take it, or altering it to seem like something else.

Note: All skills have chances of failure. I track their percentages. So don't think everything is an automatic thing.

ATTRIBUTES:

Strength Level: Normal Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Peak Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 2 hours, or fighting flat out for up to forty-five (45) minutes
Agility: Peak Human
Intelligence: High Average/Low Genius
Fighting Skill: Highly Trained/Mastered (would never call himself a master)

Resources: Large
William has been fortunate, despite an ill fate with his father. Having earned a fair amount of extra money while working for Black Dog he has been able to accrue extra cash, which he squirreled away a decent amount. His grandmother passed away several years ago, and his grandfather left a few things to his namesake grandson. These included a lakeside lodge/house, along with a restored '69 Challenger, and the hidden nest egg of his retirement, sum - one hundred thousand dollars.

Resources

Residences

• Lakeside Lodge - Grandfather's place - lived there off and on for 10 years
• Two-bed apt - Lived there for 8 years

Cache & Other Locations

• Rooftop - Cache - go bag hidden away, with gash, sidearm, and a few other items needed for SERE
• Warehouse - Forward operating base - Contains a few weapons, supplies, radio gear, ammunition, and gear to make custom loads, and do some modification to weapons
• Abandoned Steel Mill - Bug-out location - Similar to warehouse location
• Buried bolthole - rural property - food, water, ammunition, weapons, other supplies. Location is buried in the woods, made from pre-cast concrete pieces, buried sufficiently deep with surface access disguised. Can have power supplied by solar, wind, and conventional generator. Also has batteries and inverters if wishing to give no sign at all of presence on the surface.

Vehicles

• Van - 16 yrs old, still runs
• SUV, light - 3 years old (paid)
• Jeep Wrangler - 4 years old (paid off)
• ‘69 Challenger - $30,000 (can only get 80% @ auction)

Equipment - Budget: 35,000
$10,500 to be spent on weapons, ammo, and mahunting gear.
$7,000 to be spent on camping, hunting, and wilderness type equipment.
The rest can be spent on other items
As much as $10,500 of the money can be saved for later purchases.

Weapons & Armor: Anything goes with this wild guy, but he won't waste his time reinventing the wheel, so he usually has conventional weaponry, body armor, and equipment available.

Finances
Cash: You receive $100,000 from a hidden nest egg your family kept.
Life Savings (personal): $6,000
$30,000 (Additional) to DD’s personal savings & funds for the fight.

Notes: Presumably, the character already has a nice furnished apartment or flat, a reasonable number of personal possessions and creature comforts. He owns a jeep that is 4 years old and in excellent condition, plus a den or workshop for storing equipment and working on his weapons, ammunition, etc. (Has spent $40,000 equipping it, this could be a secret compartment/room)



Weaknesses: While tougher than average, character is still susceptible to most human frailties.
(pondering some substance abuse here)

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【Family】

Grandfather(Deceased): Billy Price

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Grandmother: Margaret 'Margie' Price (Maiden name - Gilmore)

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Mother: Amelia Price (Maiden name - Holman)

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Father: Shane Price

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Friend: Joel Goodman

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【Loved Ones】

Wife (Deceased): Halle Price (Maiden - Denzil)

Halle grew up on a modern banana plantation not too far from Cebu in the Philippines. They met during his travels as a younger man before joining the military. Her family owned the plantation and was a decent producer at the time. Adventurous, fun-loving, outdoorsy, he was taken with her and spent at least one sumemr together. They kept in touch, and grew closer during his time with the military. He made a point to visit again during times when he had leave, and could make it.

Halle had learned much about the States. Having developed an eye for photography, she had a dream to come to the US and become a photographer, as well as perhaps continue traveling the world. So i was that she had moved in her early twenties, to live with one of her uncles. In the process, she had come to live over a coin-op laundromat that he owned. Eventually he moved out but she was allowed to stay, and lived there for some time.

Emphysema took his life, leaving her to run the coin-op as there were no immediate family. As a relatively low-maintenance business, it allowed her to pursue an education, work on her photography and be comfortable, while sending money and keeping touch back home while living in Lost Haven. By then, Halle and William had been seeing each other regularly especially when he was home. After a few years of this, he proposed, and she accepted. It was a relatively good sized wedding with his family being the size it was. Quite a number of hers flew in from her homeland as well.

To this day, memories of Halle are some of his strongest, and most bittersweet ones.

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I have a question from a City Planning and Civil Works point of view.

How are the streets laid out? Do the numbered streets run from north to south, traveling east and westbound, or do the run east to west, traveling north and southbound?

IE do they run like New York City, or the other way? (I would think like New York, in a general sense. I think most cities are laid out like that actually now that I think about it. *mentally examines this and compares a few cities and towns* Nevermind. Stupid question day - carry on.

Edit: @nitemare shape Sorry.. I e'sploded and made a mess. Also There's a CS that needs a look. Hound looked at it already but... I wanted extra opinions before I moved it to the CS bin. It still needs work but that's mostly in the category of fleshing out /specifics/ of equipment as well as Supporting Character information. Some of them will have a lot. Like Halle, and DeathDealer's dad, and grandpa and the like.

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