Post by Kevin Hilz on Apr 11, 2013 22:16:03 GMT -5
OOC Name: Jason
OOC Gender: Male
IC Name: Kevin Hilz
Character Model: Hugh Dancy
Age:28
Sex: Male Caucasian
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5'11
Weight: 180 Pounds of lean muscled Zombie fighting Northern Man.
Birthplace: Banff, Alberta
Weapons: A machete, Kimber .45 caliber 1911 with two 7 round magazines; 47 extra rounds, Ruger 10-22 carbine rifle and scope with two 25 round magazines; 2500 rounds , Stevens 350 12 gauge, Remington 700 .308 rifle with scope and bi-pod; 230 rounds of ammo.
Special Survival Skills: Grew up outdoors, hunting, trapping, fishing, and fixing cars. Very healthy and lots of endurance. Pretty good shot, though my accuracy decreases when things get hairy. Can drive just about anything, from boats to heavy equipment to small planes and everything in between. Really good with roughing it, and outdoor survival skills. I had been on a volunteer fire department at home, and had limited training in first aid and fire suppression.
Quirks: For starts, lets just say its a good thing it wasn't Spiders that came back from the dead, or would have jumped off a cliff on December 22, 2012. Enjoys time alone. Pretty friendly, and likes to have people around get along.
Short Biography: Lets start at birth. Born from a holiday in the Bahamas, and one too many tropical drinks on the beach, I spent a few years on the islands. From about 5 and up I spent my years in the Mountains of Alberta, biking, swimming and hiking. As I grew, the toys got bigger, and evolved to cars and motorbikes. I had a decent collection of guns locked away for trips out into the woods, target practice and skeet shooting. Career wise I went from delivery driver to taxi driver, and then onto buses before I made the switch to oilfield work and found a good job operating heavy equipment.
I was very good with my hands, and knew the inner workings of most mechanical devices. Aside from those useful traits, I had been a home handyman for a few years, and knew my way around common household repairs. A few years in concrete gave me a fair bit of experience building forms and finishing it. I also knew how to make a few pretty good drinks and cook a decent meal.
I was on holidays when the outbreak started. I had driven down to Florida to visit with my dad in the keys. At first no one really noticed anything, thinking it was all hype and jokes until a man stumbled into a bar where my dad and I were drinking.. The guy bit three people before someone took him down, getting bit in the process too. But no one knew any better. It was only a few days before the keys swallowed whole. The single bridges quickly clogged and locked up sending people on foot into more swarms that came down from Miami. I had attempted to flee by car with my dad, but those plans quickly fell through. We managed upon a pawn shop that despite the mayhem was still open. I bought every gun in the store and all the rounds he carried for those guns along with some other critical supplies before we took to the water on a borrowed boat.
Reaching land had been a cinch. Getting back to my truck had not been so easy, but I managed to make it to the Marina in Ft. Lauderdale where my dad had worked, and the my truck was parked. Finding the parking lot I was loading supplies when I heard the shouts.. I came around a corner and saw them. A large group of the dead and they had my father. They tore into him and there was nothing I could do. I ran to the truck and nearly blew the tires off my truck as the V-8 roared to life and sent me out of there towards the nearest freeway.
I had worked my way north along the coast, skirting major cities and scavenging where I needed to to make it to Seaford. I had the intentions of making it to Canada. Heading home. If anything I knew the mountains there and could live in the wilderness. Wouldn't be too many walkers out in the woods. My old 88 GMC half ton and myself. That was my story.
OOC Gender: Male
IC Name: Kevin Hilz
Character Model: Hugh Dancy
Age:28
Sex: Male Caucasian
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5'11
Weight: 180 Pounds of lean muscled Zombie fighting Northern Man.
Birthplace: Banff, Alberta
Weapons: A machete, Kimber .45 caliber 1911 with two 7 round magazines; 47 extra rounds, Ruger 10-22 carbine rifle and scope with two 25 round magazines; 2500 rounds , Stevens 350 12 gauge, Remington 700 .308 rifle with scope and bi-pod; 230 rounds of ammo.
Special Survival Skills: Grew up outdoors, hunting, trapping, fishing, and fixing cars. Very healthy and lots of endurance. Pretty good shot, though my accuracy decreases when things get hairy. Can drive just about anything, from boats to heavy equipment to small planes and everything in between. Really good with roughing it, and outdoor survival skills. I had been on a volunteer fire department at home, and had limited training in first aid and fire suppression.
Quirks: For starts, lets just say its a good thing it wasn't Spiders that came back from the dead, or would have jumped off a cliff on December 22, 2012. Enjoys time alone. Pretty friendly, and likes to have people around get along.
Short Biography: Lets start at birth. Born from a holiday in the Bahamas, and one too many tropical drinks on the beach, I spent a few years on the islands. From about 5 and up I spent my years in the Mountains of Alberta, biking, swimming and hiking. As I grew, the toys got bigger, and evolved to cars and motorbikes. I had a decent collection of guns locked away for trips out into the woods, target practice and skeet shooting. Career wise I went from delivery driver to taxi driver, and then onto buses before I made the switch to oilfield work and found a good job operating heavy equipment.
I was very good with my hands, and knew the inner workings of most mechanical devices. Aside from those useful traits, I had been a home handyman for a few years, and knew my way around common household repairs. A few years in concrete gave me a fair bit of experience building forms and finishing it. I also knew how to make a few pretty good drinks and cook a decent meal.
I was on holidays when the outbreak started. I had driven down to Florida to visit with my dad in the keys. At first no one really noticed anything, thinking it was all hype and jokes until a man stumbled into a bar where my dad and I were drinking.. The guy bit three people before someone took him down, getting bit in the process too. But no one knew any better. It was only a few days before the keys swallowed whole. The single bridges quickly clogged and locked up sending people on foot into more swarms that came down from Miami. I had attempted to flee by car with my dad, but those plans quickly fell through. We managed upon a pawn shop that despite the mayhem was still open. I bought every gun in the store and all the rounds he carried for those guns along with some other critical supplies before we took to the water on a borrowed boat.
Reaching land had been a cinch. Getting back to my truck had not been so easy, but I managed to make it to the Marina in Ft. Lauderdale where my dad had worked, and the my truck was parked. Finding the parking lot I was loading supplies when I heard the shouts.. I came around a corner and saw them. A large group of the dead and they had my father. They tore into him and there was nothing I could do. I ran to the truck and nearly blew the tires off my truck as the V-8 roared to life and sent me out of there towards the nearest freeway.
I had worked my way north along the coast, skirting major cities and scavenging where I needed to to make it to Seaford. I had the intentions of making it to Canada. Heading home. If anything I knew the mountains there and could live in the wilderness. Wouldn't be too many walkers out in the woods. My old 88 GMC half ton and myself. That was my story.
