Post by legofan94 on Aug 23, 2009 18:59:23 GMT -5
Name :Nicholas S. Chenowith
Alias : Cheno
Gender : male
Age : 26
Race : Caucasian, plantation heritage on father side, Italian immigrant on mothers.
Sexuality : Heterosexual
Marital Status : single
Religion : Anglican
Hometown : Atlanta, Georgia
Current Residence:
he has made himself a small camp on the roof of a building, but left it as a last resort, he wants to leave at the soonest opportunity
Occupation : C.S.I
Height : 5'11" ft.
Weight : 130 lbs.
Body Type :all things considered, not that extreme. his height comes from his thin frame and his high metabolism, however he is not out of shape. the bi-weekly gym membership the guys in documents gave him allowed him the trips to the treadmill and bench press gave him the exercise he needed, not enough to be "Schwarzenegger" but enough to come in 15th in the police charity marathon.
Skin : well tanned, almost enough to be mistaken as mixed.
Eyes : dark brown
Hair : brown and grown into a shaggy mullet, fed through his hat. he also has a goatee with the outline of a three day stubble that slightly covers the scar across his left cheek
Physical Description: Cheno was the person you remembered in a crowd, and not for his physical attributes. Cheno had no fashion sense at all, not a day went by without him saying "oh screw it..." in-front of the mirror. Combined lack of charm and occasional forgetfulness of personal hygiene. it was no surprise he was still a virgin.
Now, fashion was the last thing on Cheno's mind, the first being survival, and the second being "Oh Shit!". his marathon winning pair red of converse's were now covered in blood. his shorts were drenched in sweat, along with his yellow T-shirt of Dave Grohl. the sun kept blazing down on his face, even through his "gang garrison 2" baseball cap, thankfully he had transition lenses added to his glasses just five weeks ago! his fisherman vest was 1/2 empty, carrying bullets of random caliber and purpose. over that he wore his grandfathers bomber-jacket, feeling like he just bought it yesterday, and still smelling like leather and sheep skin. and continuing his "Be Prepared." mentality, he had his full on day pack. carrying his bedroll, four military rations, and Carabiners. Lots of Carabiners attaching to everything he carried, and everything else he could pick up, leaving his hands free at all times.
Voice: fast talker, with the slightest southern drawl: ("Come-ahn com-ahn! we gotta' go!"). when shocked, he tends to speak louder than necessary. he sometimes mumbles, but enunciates clearly most of the time. In a quiet situation, he will calm down, and talk slower and quieter.
personality: take your stereotypical nerd:glasses, social outcast, out of shape, could live without girls but cant live without books. other than the out of shape part, that was cheno. he was never to concerned about friends, yet now he turns to his morality, and any-person who isn't insane is a good person in his book. sometimes seems like an anti-social. but he is a caring person and would rarely abandon a friend in need
likes: conversation, just talking about random things helps him calm down after a fight
dislikes: above all else argument, the last thing he wants to be faced with is man on man fighting,
Fears: minor fear of heights, but if he can stick to the center and away from the edge he is OK. being overwhelmed, often causing him to prematurely run away. fear of having someone die because of his error
Family: most live in the metro Atlanta area, much more friendly towards fathers side than mothers, grandfather tought him how to shoot, due to their annual week long buck hunting trip in the blue ridge mountains, a trip that even in the current state of affairs he wished he didn't put off
strengths: above all, gun smarts. he is able to discus most manner of weaponry. very forgiving to mistakes. rudimentary survival enthusiast.
weaknesses: curiosity, easily distracted by lights and noises, slipping off from the rest of the group. insomniac, although since he has long since run out of medication he now has a hard time getting to sleep.
Weapons: a marlin 1894 c lever action rifle and a tire iron.
additional notes:
can play the acoustic guitar.
has a pilots license, skilled in most fixed wing aircraft.
Alias : Cheno
Gender : male
Age : 26
Race : Caucasian, plantation heritage on father side, Italian immigrant on mothers.
Sexuality : Heterosexual
Marital Status : single
Religion : Anglican
Hometown : Atlanta, Georgia
Current Residence:
he has made himself a small camp on the roof of a building, but left it as a last resort, he wants to leave at the soonest opportunityOccupation : C.S.I
Height : 5'11" ft.
Weight : 130 lbs.
Body Type :all things considered, not that extreme. his height comes from his thin frame and his high metabolism, however he is not out of shape. the bi-weekly gym membership the guys in documents gave him allowed him the trips to the treadmill and bench press gave him the exercise he needed, not enough to be "Schwarzenegger" but enough to come in 15th in the police charity marathon.
Skin : well tanned, almost enough to be mistaken as mixed.
Eyes : dark brown
Hair : brown and grown into a shaggy mullet, fed through his hat. he also has a goatee with the outline of a three day stubble that slightly covers the scar across his left cheek
Physical Description: Cheno was the person you remembered in a crowd, and not for his physical attributes. Cheno had no fashion sense at all, not a day went by without him saying "oh screw it..." in-front of the mirror. Combined lack of charm and occasional forgetfulness of personal hygiene. it was no surprise he was still a virgin.
Now, fashion was the last thing on Cheno's mind, the first being survival, and the second being "Oh Shit!". his marathon winning pair red of converse's were now covered in blood. his shorts were drenched in sweat, along with his yellow T-shirt of Dave Grohl. the sun kept blazing down on his face, even through his "gang garrison 2" baseball cap, thankfully he had transition lenses added to his glasses just five weeks ago! his fisherman vest was 1/2 empty, carrying bullets of random caliber and purpose. over that he wore his grandfathers bomber-jacket, feeling like he just bought it yesterday, and still smelling like leather and sheep skin. and continuing his "Be Prepared." mentality, he had his full on day pack. carrying his bedroll, four military rations, and Carabiners. Lots of Carabiners attaching to everything he carried, and everything else he could pick up, leaving his hands free at all times.
Voice: fast talker, with the slightest southern drawl: ("Come-ahn com-ahn! we gotta' go!"). when shocked, he tends to speak louder than necessary. he sometimes mumbles, but enunciates clearly most of the time. In a quiet situation, he will calm down, and talk slower and quieter.
personality: take your stereotypical nerd:glasses, social outcast, out of shape, could live without girls but cant live without books. other than the out of shape part, that was cheno. he was never to concerned about friends, yet now he turns to his morality, and any-person who isn't insane is a good person in his book. sometimes seems like an anti-social. but he is a caring person and would rarely abandon a friend in need
likes: conversation, just talking about random things helps him calm down after a fight
dislikes: above all else argument, the last thing he wants to be faced with is man on man fighting,
Fears: minor fear of heights, but if he can stick to the center and away from the edge he is OK. being overwhelmed, often causing him to prematurely run away. fear of having someone die because of his error
Family: most live in the metro Atlanta area, much more friendly towards fathers side than mothers, grandfather tought him how to shoot, due to their annual week long buck hunting trip in the blue ridge mountains, a trip that even in the current state of affairs he wished he didn't put off
strengths: above all, gun smarts. he is able to discus most manner of weaponry. very forgiving to mistakes. rudimentary survival enthusiast.
weaknesses: curiosity, easily distracted by lights and noises, slipping off from the rest of the group. insomniac, although since he has long since run out of medication he now has a hard time getting to sleep.
Weapons: a marlin 1894 c lever action rifle and a tire iron.
additional notes:
can play the acoustic guitar.
has a pilots license, skilled in most fixed wing aircraft.