Trooper

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

Name: Michael Coughlan
Age: 22.
Occupation: Career criminal, reputed member of a Boston based Irish-American criminal organization.
Nationality: American.
Appearance:
Wears an old black leather jacket, unzipped with a green t-shirt beneath it, displaying a four leaf clover. Acid wash jeans and a pair of 9" black Magnum brand combat boots.
Place of Residence: Boston, Massachusetts.
Strengths: Proficient with a handgun at ranges less than 30 meters, reacts well to stressful situations, sensible, practices good hygiene despite the circumstances.
Weaknesses: Talks too much, can be overtly violent and prone to violent outbursts, difficult to earn his trust, an addiction to cocaine.
Belongings: An M1911A1 Colt chambered in .45 ACP.
Two 7 round single stack magazines for the Colt.
Two 25 round boxes of .45 ACP ammunition.
One liter of water.
Two cans of Chef Boyardee ravioli.
Three cartons of Lucky Strikes.
A KABAR fighting knife kept in a sheath on his hip.
A Zippo lighter.
500 ML of Zippo brand lighter fluid.
Most items kept inside a military issued backpack, ACU pattern.
Personality: Michael was born and raised in a tough neighborhood, South Boston. He grew up in government housing with two brothers, raised by a single mother. Constantly grew up getting in to fights and displays an attack first kind of personality. Worked as an enforcer for a South Boston based Irish criminal organization, has a total of seven bodies on him. Does not hesitate to kill another human being. Very unpredictable.
Other: Grew up taking boxing and Mixed Martial Arts, knows a lot about fighting.

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

Not sure if my last post was a bit too much. :>

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

The Chevrolet Caprice sputtered and came to a halt on the side of the road, it's driver cursing his head off. "Fuckin' cocksucking piece of fuckin' shit, you fuckin' kidding me?" He slammed his fist off of the steering wheel and took a second to observe his surroundings. Michael picked the pistol up off of his lap and pulled the slide back, just enough to see the .45 caliber round nestled in the chamber. He grabbed his bag off of the passenger seat and clambered out of the vehicle, surveying his surroundings while slinging it over his shoulders.

He eyed a marked police cruiser that was victim of a recent crash and approached it with his pistol drawn. "Please, help me." The driver, clad in the uniform of a Wilmington Police Department officer. "Give me a second, alright? I'll get you outta here, pal." He leveled the barrel of the gun with the side of the police officer's head and pulled the trigger, ending his life. "Sorry pal." Michael spoke to the recently deceased as he reached inside and pulled his Glock 17 and extra magazines out of their respective holsters and pouches.

"What the fuck are you doing? I heard a fuckin' gun shot!" Michael turned to the voice of another man and found him to be also clad in a policeman's uniform. "Sorry dog, your boy turned. Put him out of his misery." The policeman's face dropped and he lowered his shotgun, approaching the driver side of the car. "Fuck. The kid was just out of the academy a few months ago." The policeman leaned in to the vehicle for one last look at his partner and felt the cold steel of the M1911's barrel against his temple. "Sorry chief." Another gun shot echoed in the night.

The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

Name: Michael Coughlan
Age: 22.
Occupation: Career criminal, reputed member of a Boston based Irish-American criminal organization.
Nationality: American.
Appearance:
Wears an old black leather jacket, unzipped with a green t-shirt beneath it, displaying a four leaf clover. Acid wash jeans and a pair of 9" black Magnum brand combat boots.
Place of Residence: Boston, Massachusetts.
Strengths: Proficient with a handgun at ranges less than 30 meters, reacts well to stressful situations, sensible, practices good hygiene despite the circumstances.
Weaknesses: Talks too much, can be overtly violent and prone to violent outbursts, difficult to earn his trust, an addiction to cocaine.
Belongings: An M1911A1 Colt chambered in .45 ACP.
Two 7 round single stack magazines for the Colt.
Two 25 round boxes of .45 ACP ammunition.
One liter of water.
Two cans of Chef Boyardee ravioli.
Three cartons of Lucky Strikes.
A KABAR fighting knife kept in a sheath on his hip.
A Zippo lighter.
500 ML of Zippo brand lighter fluid.
Most items kept inside a military issued backpack, ACU pattern.
Personality: Michael was born and raised in a tough neighborhood, South Boston. He grew up in government housing with two brothers, raised by a single mother. Constantly grew up getting in to fights and displays an attack first kind of personality. Worked as an enforcer for a South Boston based Irish criminal organization, has a total of seven bodies on him. Does not hesitate to kill another human being. Very unpredictable.
Other: Grew up taking boxing and Mixed Martial Arts, knows a lot about fighting.