Post by stone on Nov 24, 2012 20:44:15 GMT -5
OOC Name: Frank
OOC Gender: Male
IC Name: Matt Stone
Character Model: Channing Tatum
Age: 28
Sex: Male
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Height: 6'2
Weight: 195
Weapons:The Beretta 90-TWO .40 gauge Magazine holds 10 rounds, 3 clips, 16 Gauge Flight King shotgun, 1 box of ammo left. A switchblade, a firemans axe.
Special Survival Skills: Basic fire fighter training, firearms training. Basic First Aid and CPR. High Endurance and Stamina. Decent in hand 2 hand combat, able to work in most any tight pressured situation, and a stronger stomach.
Quirks: Has his fiancee's ring on a necklace around his neck, likes a cold beer still and will try to get one when out hunting for supplies. Strong headed, he can be at times a bit to firm on his stances. Also believes in the 'no man left behind' philosophy he will do all he can to make sure when in trouble everyone is out safely before he leaves.
Short Biography:
Born and raised in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania to a family with a history in the town. His father was the fire chief, and his grandfather before him and so on and so forth. They were well respected, well liked and he was raised to be next in line to take the Chief in mantle.
It was a normal day for him when the outbreak came to town, hell he was set to be married in 2013, he didn't believe in all the mayan predictions even with all the signs there around him. His fiancee was the first victim he knew of. One was in his house, he was able to kill it with a knife. Immediately he rounded up his mother and father, and they went to the Firestation. The firehouse had become a safehouse for the firefighters and their families.
He stayed behind with a few people to help keep who wanted to be safe safe. Eventually the town was either dead or deserted, he had started losing track of any true time, just that days passed, then months. They would raid the towns, taking turns, to keep up supplies. Syphon gas, kill zombies try to make it as safe as possible for them .They raided the police station able to get their hands on some handguns, and a few shotguns and rounds.
They continued on that way until now, it was just him. Two of the Three others with him went their own seperate ways, the other died in an encounter with a rager. He was alone as he came into Delaware, hearing on his travels of a compound, or rumors of one. Hoping for the first time in nearly 2 years of finding a location that was considered safe.
OOC Gender: Male
IC Name: Matt Stone
Character Model: Channing Tatum
Age: 28
Sex: Male
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Height: 6'2
Weight: 195
Weapons:The Beretta 90-TWO .40 gauge Magazine holds 10 rounds, 3 clips, 16 Gauge Flight King shotgun, 1 box of ammo left. A switchblade, a firemans axe.
Special Survival Skills: Basic fire fighter training, firearms training. Basic First Aid and CPR. High Endurance and Stamina. Decent in hand 2 hand combat, able to work in most any tight pressured situation, and a stronger stomach.
Quirks: Has his fiancee's ring on a necklace around his neck, likes a cold beer still and will try to get one when out hunting for supplies. Strong headed, he can be at times a bit to firm on his stances. Also believes in the 'no man left behind' philosophy he will do all he can to make sure when in trouble everyone is out safely before he leaves.
Short Biography:
Born and raised in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania to a family with a history in the town. His father was the fire chief, and his grandfather before him and so on and so forth. They were well respected, well liked and he was raised to be next in line to take the Chief in mantle.
It was a normal day for him when the outbreak came to town, hell he was set to be married in 2013, he didn't believe in all the mayan predictions even with all the signs there around him. His fiancee was the first victim he knew of. One was in his house, he was able to kill it with a knife. Immediately he rounded up his mother and father, and they went to the Firestation. The firehouse had become a safehouse for the firefighters and their families.
He stayed behind with a few people to help keep who wanted to be safe safe. Eventually the town was either dead or deserted, he had started losing track of any true time, just that days passed, then months. They would raid the towns, taking turns, to keep up supplies. Syphon gas, kill zombies try to make it as safe as possible for them .They raided the police station able to get their hands on some handguns, and a few shotguns and rounds.
They continued on that way until now, it was just him. Two of the Three others with him went their own seperate ways, the other died in an encounter with a rager. He was alone as he came into Delaware, hearing on his travels of a compound, or rumors of one. Hoping for the first time in nearly 2 years of finding a location that was considered safe.
