Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2016 3:46:53 GMT -5
Full Name:
- Kiefer Buie
Aliases:
- Thom Christensen
- Ty
Avatar Photo:
Age:
- 24
Gender:
- Male
Appearance:
-
Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):
- Former: Police recruit
- Current (before outbreak): Professor at a Philosophy University in Australia
Hometown (city, state, country):
- Lincoln City, Oregon, United States
Relationships (relatives, friends,...):
- Alexis Buie (sister, deceased)
- Jess Albern (best friend, deceased)
- Tanner Buie (ex-father, unknown)
- Victoria Buie (nee Walton, mother, deceased)
Weapons (currently in possession):
- "SOG Specialty Knives & Tools Exchange" (knife)
- Beretta M96F
Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):
- "Wild Things Tactical Andinista" (backpack)
- "SureFire Y300 Ultra" (flashlight)
- "super.natural Sport LS Top 175" (shirt)
- "Seirus Xtreme All-weather Glove" (gloves)
- "Moto Oversized Western Jacket" (jacket)
- "Koflach Degre" (shoes/boots)
- "5.11 TDU Tactical" (pants)
- "Camillus Les Stroud Triage First Aid Kit" (first-aid kit)
Mode of transportation:
- On-foot
List 3 or more good personality traits:
- Headstrong
- Pragmatic
- Adventurous
- Sharp-witted
List 3 or more bad personality traits:
- Psychopathic (to a degree)
- Distrustful
- Disregards others
List 3 strengths:
- Resourceful
- Prior police training
- Athletic/in-shape
List 3 flaws:
- Broken right arm
- Somewhat cocky
- Suffers from PTSD
Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
- "If I have to go back to the times before **** hit the fan, I'll tell you. I was a fairly well-to-do boy. I always aspired to do right by people, my father was in the military. A Lieutenant Colonel in the Marines, to be exact. He was always a harsh, holier-than-thou fellow, he felt he had to lay his experiences on our lives so we follow in his footsteps. My sister, Alexis, took to his tales like a kid bored with watching paint dry. Then again, we were kids at the time, I was 12 and she was 17, on the verge of the liberty of living by herself, away from us...away from me. Well, it wouldn't be even a decade before our mother died. The horrid truth? How she died. She was killed by a drive-by while she was on the front lawn of our house in Oregon, shielding me when I was going out as my 15-year-old self to play with some friends since Alexis had long moved away. Do you know that feeling when you witness one of the very things you hold dear being torn away from you? Sadness, anger? For me, it was both. I snapped, I felt like my cords to Earth were being cut. Then it hit me...I will follow my father's footsteps, but in my own way! So I drudged my way through school, nothing fancy shmancy save for the occasional eye-candy, but I applied for a scholarship in law enforcement as a future program in college. It turned out I was accepted, because I received a certain letter citing a hold of position for me at my nearest credible college...
The thought excited me. Only a few years left to go through, being a policeman was my only target in my long list, and I had to make it. I had to! Come graduation, I was not the valedictorian for my high school but oh well, I had no desire for it anyway. I didn't know it then, but my father told my Alexis had been there, watching my graduation, but her own work called her back. Que my disdain. Like a bird landing on a particular branch to perch and nest, I made my way through the terms in college and passed my law enforcement education with flying colors, with basketball being a side hobby for me to pass time. On my first day in the force, I had to go through recruit training, and I had to focus to learn all I needed to. During my times there, I came to receive attention from a female cadet in the same rank as me, her name was Jess Asbern. Fair-tan smooth skin, short bobbed chestnut brown hair and the rare green eyes, she had me taken instantly. She was just so irresistible! So we came to date, I invited her to a local restaurant after our final training period was over, and I had rented an apartment to stay with her. But one fateful (or is it...?) night, I found myself alone in the bed, cold beneath the sheets. I look at my cellphone, and find a couple text messages, all the same content but one was from Alexis and one was from Jess...both telling me to 'come alone behind the local construction yard'. A latent rush of a mix of amused enthusiasm, general contempt, and a fear I have not felt for years arose within me. So I packed my things, I lived light because of my abode, so I had only a jacket, shirt, pants, boots, and a knife in my hand, I was unable to have my own gun because of my pending license having not come to me yet. I go to the designated location, and my grey eyes could not help but widen at what I had seen...
It would be sometime a bit later within the same night that I came to in the presence of police and the emergency service. Apparently, the crime scene was the construction yard, with several body bags being escorted out. Me? I was covered mostly in blood that was not my own. Luckily, my general not-knowing and confusion about the whole situation made the whole thing a write-off of self-defense, like I was a passerby off-duty cadet who came in on a private crime. It did not end well for the men, and I later felt a rush of both delight and sorrow in two parts: the men were the same gang members that had killed my mother, and they were the reason for number 2...my sorrow stemming from it being my sister, Alexis, who had been there to surprise me that she was moving back home, and Jess, who had to go to a late-night stroll to the convenience store convinced her training was enough to keep her safe. It didn't keep either of them safe from the rape and death at the hands of the men. Because Jess had showered before she went out, evidence of my touching or holding her was missing, same with her fingerprints in my apartment. The death of my family and best friend/girlfriend reached my father, who told me it was my fault for letting it happen. My reaction, holding a knife in his direction with an eerie expression that only mimicked my outrage, resulting in no bloodshed, but a chain severed in the family: I disowned my own father.
I soon moved to Australia and, under an identity crafted by me in what I snuck in law enforcement college education named Thom Christensen, became a professor at a major Philosophy University. Then it all went to Hell from there."
What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:
- "In some odd month of the 2nd year I was in Australia, I happened to be going back to Oregon on a cruise due to leave of absence since I needed to clear my head after some fights with faculty I'd rather not go into, and gave another hopeful for teaching my spot at the university so there would be no further problems. Upon arriving, however, I saw a couple of people, passengers probably, collapse not too far from one of the bars. I thought it was a drunkard passing out, 'cause to know the whole song and dance of drinking so much, right? Well, I was proven wrong when an EMT unit came to the woman's aid, and upon closer inspection I saw it wasn't unconsciousness, but the woman was seizing, holding her chest like she was having a heart attack! Had the medical professionals not been there, I could've gone to save her myself. But I'm glad it wasn't me. A minute later, none of the techniques the EMT paramedics used saved the woman's life.
She had a raging fever that helped kill her, no medicine worked. But could you imagine my disbelief when I saw the very woman who died before me slowly drudge up her arm, yank a paramedic down by her ponytail, and bit gruesomely into her neck? I felt...nothing. Nothing at all, except a primal urge to watch and adapt. Something was going down. Soon enough, that woman got up, then the female paramedic who did the same to her male partner, and then all Hell broke loose on the harbor. I decided to cut the crap and run to safety, I was not prepared at all for this! I found brief refuge in my father's house, who seemed to have snapped instant the news of the 'accident' at the harbor reached his ears. I was greeted by a harsh shove from my old man against the wall, hard enough to break my right arm due to my position. With some venomous words of something along the lines of 'goodbye' and 'you're on your own', he left the house in a hurry out of fear. Luckily, his home was untouched otherwise, and I managed to find some of his gear, which I then put on. If this situation was gonna grow, might as well grow the odds of survival as well. With a deep breath, I step out."
Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:
- "Living on the road can be a gruesome challenge, but it's worth it if you like to keep more and use less. Use whatever you have around you if you can. I'm bound to find the country the same as in Oregon, because there have been news of similar outbreaks all over. With my family gone in more ways than one and my attachment to the past now that--the past, nothing stood in my way from roaming the streets of what was now a in-progress corrupted United States. The only challenge being to do so with one good arm."
- Kiefer Buie
Aliases:
- Thom Christensen
- Ty
Avatar Photo:
-
Age:
- 24
Gender:
- Male
Appearance:
-
Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):
- Former: Police recruit
- Current (before outbreak): Professor at a Philosophy University in Australia
Hometown (city, state, country):
- Lincoln City, Oregon, United States
Relationships (relatives, friends,...):
- Alexis Buie (sister, deceased)
- Jess Albern (best friend, deceased)
- Tanner Buie (ex-father, unknown)
- Victoria Buie (nee Walton, mother, deceased)
Weapons (currently in possession):
- "SOG Specialty Knives & Tools Exchange" (knife)
- Beretta M96F
Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):
- "Wild Things Tactical Andinista" (backpack)
- "SureFire Y300 Ultra" (flashlight)
- "super.natural Sport LS Top 175" (shirt)
- "Seirus Xtreme All-weather Glove" (gloves)
- "Moto Oversized Western Jacket" (jacket)
- "Koflach Degre" (shoes/boots)
- "5.11 TDU Tactical" (pants)
- "Camillus Les Stroud Triage First Aid Kit" (first-aid kit)
Mode of transportation:
- On-foot
List 3 or more good personality traits:
- Headstrong
- Pragmatic
- Adventurous
- Sharp-witted
List 3 or more bad personality traits:
- Psychopathic (to a degree)
- Distrustful
- Disregards others
List 3 strengths:
- Resourceful
- Prior police training
- Athletic/in-shape
List 3 flaws:
- Broken right arm
- Somewhat cocky
- Suffers from PTSD
Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
- "If I have to go back to the times before **** hit the fan, I'll tell you. I was a fairly well-to-do boy. I always aspired to do right by people, my father was in the military. A Lieutenant Colonel in the Marines, to be exact. He was always a harsh, holier-than-thou fellow, he felt he had to lay his experiences on our lives so we follow in his footsteps. My sister, Alexis, took to his tales like a kid bored with watching paint dry. Then again, we were kids at the time, I was 12 and she was 17, on the verge of the liberty of living by herself, away from us...away from me. Well, it wouldn't be even a decade before our mother died. The horrid truth? How she died. She was killed by a drive-by while she was on the front lawn of our house in Oregon, shielding me when I was going out as my 15-year-old self to play with some friends since Alexis had long moved away. Do you know that feeling when you witness one of the very things you hold dear being torn away from you? Sadness, anger? For me, it was both. I snapped, I felt like my cords to Earth were being cut. Then it hit me...I will follow my father's footsteps, but in my own way! So I drudged my way through school, nothing fancy shmancy save for the occasional eye-candy, but I applied for a scholarship in law enforcement as a future program in college. It turned out I was accepted, because I received a certain letter citing a hold of position for me at my nearest credible college...
The thought excited me. Only a few years left to go through, being a policeman was my only target in my long list, and I had to make it. I had to! Come graduation, I was not the valedictorian for my high school but oh well, I had no desire for it anyway. I didn't know it then, but my father told my Alexis had been there, watching my graduation, but her own work called her back. Que my disdain. Like a bird landing on a particular branch to perch and nest, I made my way through the terms in college and passed my law enforcement education with flying colors, with basketball being a side hobby for me to pass time. On my first day in the force, I had to go through recruit training, and I had to focus to learn all I needed to. During my times there, I came to receive attention from a female cadet in the same rank as me, her name was Jess Asbern. Fair-tan smooth skin, short bobbed chestnut brown hair and the rare green eyes, she had me taken instantly. She was just so irresistible! So we came to date, I invited her to a local restaurant after our final training period was over, and I had rented an apartment to stay with her. But one fateful (or is it...?) night, I found myself alone in the bed, cold beneath the sheets. I look at my cellphone, and find a couple text messages, all the same content but one was from Alexis and one was from Jess...both telling me to 'come alone behind the local construction yard'. A latent rush of a mix of amused enthusiasm, general contempt, and a fear I have not felt for years arose within me. So I packed my things, I lived light because of my abode, so I had only a jacket, shirt, pants, boots, and a knife in my hand, I was unable to have my own gun because of my pending license having not come to me yet. I go to the designated location, and my grey eyes could not help but widen at what I had seen...
It would be sometime a bit later within the same night that I came to in the presence of police and the emergency service. Apparently, the crime scene was the construction yard, with several body bags being escorted out. Me? I was covered mostly in blood that was not my own. Luckily, my general not-knowing and confusion about the whole situation made the whole thing a write-off of self-defense, like I was a passerby off-duty cadet who came in on a private crime. It did not end well for the men, and I later felt a rush of both delight and sorrow in two parts: the men were the same gang members that had killed my mother, and they were the reason for number 2...my sorrow stemming from it being my sister, Alexis, who had been there to surprise me that she was moving back home, and Jess, who had to go to a late-night stroll to the convenience store convinced her training was enough to keep her safe. It didn't keep either of them safe from the rape and death at the hands of the men. Because Jess had showered before she went out, evidence of my touching or holding her was missing, same with her fingerprints in my apartment. The death of my family and best friend/girlfriend reached my father, who told me it was my fault for letting it happen. My reaction, holding a knife in his direction with an eerie expression that only mimicked my outrage, resulting in no bloodshed, but a chain severed in the family: I disowned my own father.
I soon moved to Australia and, under an identity crafted by me in what I snuck in law enforcement college education named Thom Christensen, became a professor at a major Philosophy University. Then it all went to Hell from there."
What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:
- "In some odd month of the 2nd year I was in Australia, I happened to be going back to Oregon on a cruise due to leave of absence since I needed to clear my head after some fights with faculty I'd rather not go into, and gave another hopeful for teaching my spot at the university so there would be no further problems. Upon arriving, however, I saw a couple of people, passengers probably, collapse not too far from one of the bars. I thought it was a drunkard passing out, 'cause to know the whole song and dance of drinking so much, right? Well, I was proven wrong when an EMT unit came to the woman's aid, and upon closer inspection I saw it wasn't unconsciousness, but the woman was seizing, holding her chest like she was having a heart attack! Had the medical professionals not been there, I could've gone to save her myself. But I'm glad it wasn't me. A minute later, none of the techniques the EMT paramedics used saved the woman's life.
She had a raging fever that helped kill her, no medicine worked. But could you imagine my disbelief when I saw the very woman who died before me slowly drudge up her arm, yank a paramedic down by her ponytail, and bit gruesomely into her neck? I felt...nothing. Nothing at all, except a primal urge to watch and adapt. Something was going down. Soon enough, that woman got up, then the female paramedic who did the same to her male partner, and then all Hell broke loose on the harbor. I decided to cut the crap and run to safety, I was not prepared at all for this! I found brief refuge in my father's house, who seemed to have snapped instant the news of the 'accident' at the harbor reached his ears. I was greeted by a harsh shove from my old man against the wall, hard enough to break my right arm due to my position. With some venomous words of something along the lines of 'goodbye' and 'you're on your own', he left the house in a hurry out of fear. Luckily, his home was untouched otherwise, and I managed to find some of his gear, which I then put on. If this situation was gonna grow, might as well grow the odds of survival as well. With a deep breath, I step out."
Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:
- "Living on the road can be a gruesome challenge, but it's worth it if you like to keep more and use less. Use whatever you have around you if you can. I'm bound to find the country the same as in Oregon, because there have been news of similar outbreaks all over. With my family gone in more ways than one and my attachment to the past now that--the past, nothing stood in my way from roaming the streets of what was now a in-progress corrupted United States. The only challenge being to do so with one good arm."