Post by Max Rivers on Feb 3, 2015 22:29:31 GMT -5
Full Name: Max
Aliases: N/A
Avatar Photo:
Age: 31
Race: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Appearance: See photos. He usually wears a leathe vest and a tank top underneath. FC is Ian Somerhalder
Alignment: chaotic neutral
Occupation: Freelance tracker for russian mob. Also fixed bikes in a garage
Where they are from: Atlantla Georgia
Relationships: Decease Brother, Deceased Father, Deceased Mother, Brian Green (friend, deceased).
Weapons:
Compund bow with 4 arrows
Knife (foldable)
Large machete (included sheathe)
Items:
Clothes on his back. (Muscle Shirt, leather vest, leather boots, black jeans, socks, underwear, bandana)
Duffle bag
Can on beans X1
Jars of moonshine x5
Pack of stale smarties
Small portable propane tank (empty)
Extra muscle shirts x3
Zippo lighter (half full)
Pack of cigarettes (12 left)
Flask (empty and dented)
Sleeping bag and pillow
Vehicle:
Chopper pulling a small flat bed trailer
Personality: Max comes off as quite brash as rude, he tends to joke around and take nothing seriously. He's always looking for a fight and like provoking people. Max also has a softer side, not liking killing the living, unless he has to. Max is quite calm in the face of danger. Max has been know to be overly cocky, and thinks he's the best around.
Special Skills and Strengths: Max is a skilled tracker and a handy mechanic. He is quite good at fighting, in both hand to hand and with weapons. Max is also and adept survivalist, able to make fires, and other basic needs.
Weaknesses and Flaws: max is easily angered, his temper gets the best of him, usually for the worse.
Prior to the Apocalypse: Max was raised in a broken down house, raised by his older brother. His parents ha abandoned both him and his brother at a young age, leaving them with nothing but what was in their pockets. They managed to scrape by, his brother falling into a shady crowd. When he turned 18 Max's brother introduced him to the gang he was in. Max kept with it for awhile and rose up in ranks. He began to get fed up with the slow pace of the gang and longed for somethig more. He branched out to the local mafia branch and was taken in as a grunt. He soon gained more lead there until he became the tracker for the mob. He was tasked with finding people who would skip out on their pay or would double cross them. This lead him all over the world chasing people who needed to pay large sums of money. Max only did this part time, not liking the rules he was forced to follow. They kept him on, he as he was good as what he did. When he wasn't tracking people he was in a bike shop fixing and tuning differnt bikes.
Post Apocalypse: Apocalypses life didn't change much from Max's life before. Instead of bouncing from place to place ignoring people he is bouncing from place ignoring people who want to eat you. Max had been in his fair share of groups. He met a companion, Brian, who was planning on going to Washington DC to make a cure. Max lead him North from Atlanta and they encountered other people. They all traveled together, mostly just trying to survive. A car accident, that killed two members, and a new member later and max was on his own. They had accepted a kid into their group and he had slaughtered Brian and two other in their sleep. Max traveled south, wanting to get away from the cold approaching winter. He once again encounters another group of five other people. They travelled through he Nevada desert looking for other survivors. When they found some a gun fight amongst the other survivors lead to three of his new group dead. Max fled soon after, vowing to keep to himself. After all only he himself could keep him alive.
Aliases: N/A
Avatar Photo:
Age: 31
Race: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Appearance: See photos. He usually wears a leathe vest and a tank top underneath. FC is Ian Somerhalder
Alignment: chaotic neutral
Occupation: Freelance tracker for russian mob. Also fixed bikes in a garage
Where they are from: Atlantla Georgia
Relationships: Decease Brother, Deceased Father, Deceased Mother, Brian Green (friend, deceased).
Weapons:
Compund bow with 4 arrows
Knife (foldable)
Large machete (included sheathe)
Items:
Clothes on his back. (Muscle Shirt, leather vest, leather boots, black jeans, socks, underwear, bandana)
Duffle bag
Can on beans X1
Jars of moonshine x5
Pack of stale smarties
Small portable propane tank (empty)
Extra muscle shirts x3
Zippo lighter (half full)
Pack of cigarettes (12 left)
Flask (empty and dented)
Sleeping bag and pillow
Vehicle:
Chopper pulling a small flat bed trailer
Personality: Max comes off as quite brash as rude, he tends to joke around and take nothing seriously. He's always looking for a fight and like provoking people. Max also has a softer side, not liking killing the living, unless he has to. Max is quite calm in the face of danger. Max has been know to be overly cocky, and thinks he's the best around.
Special Skills and Strengths: Max is a skilled tracker and a handy mechanic. He is quite good at fighting, in both hand to hand and with weapons. Max is also and adept survivalist, able to make fires, and other basic needs.
Weaknesses and Flaws: max is easily angered, his temper gets the best of him, usually for the worse.
Prior to the Apocalypse: Max was raised in a broken down house, raised by his older brother. His parents ha abandoned both him and his brother at a young age, leaving them with nothing but what was in their pockets. They managed to scrape by, his brother falling into a shady crowd. When he turned 18 Max's brother introduced him to the gang he was in. Max kept with it for awhile and rose up in ranks. He began to get fed up with the slow pace of the gang and longed for somethig more. He branched out to the local mafia branch and was taken in as a grunt. He soon gained more lead there until he became the tracker for the mob. He was tasked with finding people who would skip out on their pay or would double cross them. This lead him all over the world chasing people who needed to pay large sums of money. Max only did this part time, not liking the rules he was forced to follow. They kept him on, he as he was good as what he did. When he wasn't tracking people he was in a bike shop fixing and tuning differnt bikes.
Post Apocalypse: Apocalypses life didn't change much from Max's life before. Instead of bouncing from place to place ignoring people he is bouncing from place ignoring people who want to eat you. Max had been in his fair share of groups. He met a companion, Brian, who was planning on going to Washington DC to make a cure. Max lead him North from Atlanta and they encountered other people. They all traveled together, mostly just trying to survive. A car accident, that killed two members, and a new member later and max was on his own. They had accepted a kid into their group and he had slaughtered Brian and two other in their sleep. Max traveled south, wanting to get away from the cold approaching winter. He once again encounters another group of five other people. They travelled through he Nevada desert looking for other survivors. When they found some a gun fight amongst the other survivors lead to three of his new group dead. Max fled soon after, vowing to keep to himself. After all only he himself could keep him alive.