Post by thegunshow on Nov 8, 2009 20:02:40 GMT -5
Name : Jack Notino
Alias : Dayender
Gender : Male
Age : 20
Race : Caucasian
Sexuality : Hetero
Marital Status : Ex-married, mother was consumed by infection
Religion : Christian
Hometown : Kingston, Ontario
Current Residence : Nomadic, heading for a US safe zone
Occupation : Electronics store clerk
Height : 6 foot 2
Weight : Usual weight
Body Type : Skinny and a bit muscular
Skin : White
Eyes : Green
Hair : Brown
Physical Description : A bit muscular, with strong legs and steady hands. Face is gritted, dirty, and smattered with blood from zombies.
Personality : A bit rude at times, but humorous, the life of the party
Likes : French fries, guns, anything military, good friends
Dislikes : Twilight
Fears : Dark, death
Family : Had a grandmother, grandfather, several siblings, wife, and two kids. Is now alone, lost contact with siblings
History : Was a great shooter. Powerful with guns, briefly considered joining the Army. When he was bitten, he was quarantined for a week with a pistol before finding out he was immune. Upon leaving the room he was ambushed by his former family and was forced to kill them all. He then left, carrying weapons as he went.
Strengths : A tad strong, great runner, good shot
Weaknesses : Weak pitcher with grenades
Weapons : Colt .45, Winchester Model 70, combat knife
Extra Information : None
Reference Picture(s) : None
Sample Post : He finally left the room after a week. As soon as he opened the door his brother jumped on him and started whacking.
*BANG*
His brother was now down one head. Jack got scared, and slowly went downstairs, reloading. Suddenly a Hunter appeared from the ceiling: his wife. A few seconds later the Hunter's corpse was on the ground. He had had enough, and nearly charged into the living room, before telling himself he needed a better gun. Heading into his grandfather's room, he grabbed his old Winchester.
He realised it was bolt-action, and just shouldered it. He pulled out his Colt and headed into the living room where he found everyone else. A few seconds later, there were scratches and blood, some his own plus some zombie, all over his body. His Colt was out of rounds, and as he reloaded he finally realized his family was dead.
For the next hour he cried. He then left his home, with Colt and Winchester. He was going to kill any of those bastards that got in his way. For his family.
Alias : Dayender
Gender : Male
Age : 20
Race : Caucasian
Sexuality : Hetero
Marital Status : Ex-married, mother was consumed by infection
Religion : Christian
Hometown : Kingston, Ontario
Current Residence : Nomadic, heading for a US safe zone
Occupation : Electronics store clerk
Height : 6 foot 2
Weight : Usual weight
Body Type : Skinny and a bit muscular
Skin : White
Eyes : Green
Hair : Brown
Physical Description : A bit muscular, with strong legs and steady hands. Face is gritted, dirty, and smattered with blood from zombies.
Personality : A bit rude at times, but humorous, the life of the party
Likes : French fries, guns, anything military, good friends
Dislikes : Twilight
Fears : Dark, death
Family : Had a grandmother, grandfather, several siblings, wife, and two kids. Is now alone, lost contact with siblings
History : Was a great shooter. Powerful with guns, briefly considered joining the Army. When he was bitten, he was quarantined for a week with a pistol before finding out he was immune. Upon leaving the room he was ambushed by his former family and was forced to kill them all. He then left, carrying weapons as he went.
Strengths : A tad strong, great runner, good shot
Weaknesses : Weak pitcher with grenades
Weapons : Colt .45, Winchester Model 70, combat knife
Extra Information : None
Reference Picture(s) : None
Sample Post : He finally left the room after a week. As soon as he opened the door his brother jumped on him and started whacking.
*BANG*
His brother was now down one head. Jack got scared, and slowly went downstairs, reloading. Suddenly a Hunter appeared from the ceiling: his wife. A few seconds later the Hunter's corpse was on the ground. He had had enough, and nearly charged into the living room, before telling himself he needed a better gun. Heading into his grandfather's room, he grabbed his old Winchester.
He realised it was bolt-action, and just shouldered it. He pulled out his Colt and headed into the living room where he found everyone else. A few seconds later, there were scratches and blood, some his own plus some zombie, all over his body. His Colt was out of rounds, and as he reloaded he finally realized his family was dead.
For the next hour he cried. He then left his home, with Colt and Winchester. He was going to kill any of those bastards that got in his way. For his family.