Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2016 18:29:05 GMT -5
Full Name:
-Silas Mitchell
Aliases:
-Silas
-Sal
Avatar Photo:
(Adrian Grenier)
- i1025.photobucket.com/albums/y318/beckajean101/adrian_zpsljinngar.jpg
Age:
-31
Gender:
-Male
Appearance:
- Silas is 6 feet tall with a slim to slightly muscled build. He often looks a little rough around the edges and more often than not is sporting at least some semblance of a beard. His eyes are pale blue and hair is obsidian and will curl if able to get the least bit of length. He dresses as he needs to, fashion long forgotten in the world as it is. Though he is rather fond of scarves even if the weather is warm. Though if it is for appearances of out of fear of a bite to the neck is unknown. He normally wears loose fitting steel toe work boot...nothing better to kick a walkers teeth in with.
Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):
-Before everything went to hell Silas was working to be self sufficient. He had his own small farm, his own small mill for grain as well as manual machines for making feed for his livestock. Having always been a recluse he actually didn’t know about the outbreak until he went into town in search of the local veterinarian after he found his cow down with a breech calf that he was unable to turn.
Hometown (city, state, country):
-Lexington, KY, USA
Relationships (relatives, friends,...):
- Silas has not known his family in many years. He was thrown into foster care at a very young age for reasons he never discovered. He was never returned to his parents and never adopted, potential adopters were always put off by his almost cold nature. He has made few friends, none of which were close enough to make this list.
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Weapons (currently in possession):
- Sythe
- Large skinning knife
- Long Bow with an assortment of homemade arrows
- Hatchet
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Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):
- 3 scarves, one red and black plaid, one a stained off white, and one almost in tatters which is red,Tan leather Jacket, One pair of Jeans, Two tee shirts, one an old band shirt and one black, one pair of old tan steel toe work boots most often with the strings left to dangle
- An old orange dog collar with a name tag still attached. Splattered with blood stains.
- Over the shoulder backpack, black in color, folds over and clips instead of zips.
- Metal water bottle, fire marks on the bottom where it has been heated over a fire numerous times.
-A very long hemp rope of medium thickness, exact length unknown as pieces are cut off regularly for use.
Mode of transportation:
- His horse, a cremello stallion.
List 3 or more good personality traits:
- Intelligent
- Independent
- Innovative
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List 3 or more bad personality traits:
- Aloof
- Cold
- Refuses to depend on others for anything.
- Suspicious
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List 3 strengths:
- Very knowledgeable when it comes to being innovative and without modern conveniences.
- Knows how and where to find food, no need to scavenge from old stores.
- Has a few survival skills such as fire starting and water sanitation.
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List 3 flaws:
- Will not take assistance from others even when needed.
- If he is every incapacitated will undoubtedly perish as he is alone.
- May trust in his abilities too much and overestimate what he can accomplish.
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Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
- Silas was a self sustaining farmer. He raised his own crops which in turn fed his livestock which in turn fed him. He owned a small farm secluded from any neighbors and often would go months at a time without human interaction. He did not use electricity. His best friend was a scruffy black dog that wandered onto his farm, and was fitted with an orange collar and tag. He purchased a young cremello horse at an auction after selling a couple of his own calves. His life could be seen as a lonely one. But it was his. He didn’t need anyone. Had his cow not had issues in labour it is unlikely he would have known about the walkers until one stumbled onto his farm.
What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?: When Silas first discovered the walkers he was in town, driving to see the local veterinarian and enlist his help. When a walker attacked his truck he knew something was wrong…..and then more and more poured onto the street as the rumbling sound of his older vehicle drew them in. He hurried back to his farm and was shocked to see chaos. His livestock were being attacked and eaten, his horse was bolting around the field trying to avoid the monsters, but worst of all was his dog. His beloved dog lay on the porch steps where he always slept…..a walker eating it. Flying into a rage Silas slipped his skinning knife across its throat….but it didn’t die. Grappling at him with outstretched arms he stabbed downward into its skull...only then did it cease moving. His beloved pet was dead, its head almost completely detached in the walkers desperation to feast. Giving what was left of his dog one last pet his slipped its tattered collar from its corpse and slid it into his pocket. A quick dash in the house to grab a couple things. Realizing that his truck would be too loud he managed to catch his frantic horse. Throwing a quick rope halter on the pale beast he galloped away.
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Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:
Silas is still alone, he tries to avoid towns as much as possible. Foraging and killing his food away from old remnants of civilization. He is yet to join a band of any type. And avoids contact with others as much as he possibly can. Just him and his horse.
-Silas Mitchell
Aliases:
-Silas
-Sal
Avatar Photo:
(Adrian Grenier)
- i1025.photobucket.com/albums/y318/beckajean101/adrian_zpsljinngar.jpg
Age:
-31
Gender:
-Male
Appearance:
- Silas is 6 feet tall with a slim to slightly muscled build. He often looks a little rough around the edges and more often than not is sporting at least some semblance of a beard. His eyes are pale blue and hair is obsidian and will curl if able to get the least bit of length. He dresses as he needs to, fashion long forgotten in the world as it is. Though he is rather fond of scarves even if the weather is warm. Though if it is for appearances of out of fear of a bite to the neck is unknown. He normally wears loose fitting steel toe work boot...nothing better to kick a walkers teeth in with.
Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):
-Before everything went to hell Silas was working to be self sufficient. He had his own small farm, his own small mill for grain as well as manual machines for making feed for his livestock. Having always been a recluse he actually didn’t know about the outbreak until he went into town in search of the local veterinarian after he found his cow down with a breech calf that he was unable to turn.
Hometown (city, state, country):
-Lexington, KY, USA
Relationships (relatives, friends,...):
- Silas has not known his family in many years. He was thrown into foster care at a very young age for reasons he never discovered. He was never returned to his parents and never adopted, potential adopters were always put off by his almost cold nature. He has made few friends, none of which were close enough to make this list.
-
-
-
-
Weapons (currently in possession):
- Sythe
- Large skinning knife
- Long Bow with an assortment of homemade arrows
- Hatchet
-
Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):
- 3 scarves, one red and black plaid, one a stained off white, and one almost in tatters which is red,Tan leather Jacket, One pair of Jeans, Two tee shirts, one an old band shirt and one black, one pair of old tan steel toe work boots most often with the strings left to dangle
- An old orange dog collar with a name tag still attached. Splattered with blood stains.
- Over the shoulder backpack, black in color, folds over and clips instead of zips.
- Metal water bottle, fire marks on the bottom where it has been heated over a fire numerous times.
-A very long hemp rope of medium thickness, exact length unknown as pieces are cut off regularly for use.
Mode of transportation:
- His horse, a cremello stallion.
List 3 or more good personality traits:
- Intelligent
- Independent
- Innovative
-
-
List 3 or more bad personality traits:
- Aloof
- Cold
- Refuses to depend on others for anything.
- Suspicious
-
List 3 strengths:
- Very knowledgeable when it comes to being innovative and without modern conveniences.
- Knows how and where to find food, no need to scavenge from old stores.
- Has a few survival skills such as fire starting and water sanitation.
-
-
List 3 flaws:
- Will not take assistance from others even when needed.
- If he is every incapacitated will undoubtedly perish as he is alone.
- May trust in his abilities too much and overestimate what he can accomplish.
-
-
Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
- Silas was a self sustaining farmer. He raised his own crops which in turn fed his livestock which in turn fed him. He owned a small farm secluded from any neighbors and often would go months at a time without human interaction. He did not use electricity. His best friend was a scruffy black dog that wandered onto his farm, and was fitted with an orange collar and tag. He purchased a young cremello horse at an auction after selling a couple of his own calves. His life could be seen as a lonely one. But it was his. He didn’t need anyone. Had his cow not had issues in labour it is unlikely he would have known about the walkers until one stumbled onto his farm.
What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?: When Silas first discovered the walkers he was in town, driving to see the local veterinarian and enlist his help. When a walker attacked his truck he knew something was wrong…..and then more and more poured onto the street as the rumbling sound of his older vehicle drew them in. He hurried back to his farm and was shocked to see chaos. His livestock were being attacked and eaten, his horse was bolting around the field trying to avoid the monsters, but worst of all was his dog. His beloved dog lay on the porch steps where he always slept…..a walker eating it. Flying into a rage Silas slipped his skinning knife across its throat….but it didn’t die. Grappling at him with outstretched arms he stabbed downward into its skull...only then did it cease moving. His beloved pet was dead, its head almost completely detached in the walkers desperation to feast. Giving what was left of his dog one last pet his slipped its tattered collar from its corpse and slid it into his pocket. A quick dash in the house to grab a couple things. Realizing that his truck would be too loud he managed to catch his frantic horse. Throwing a quick rope halter on the pale beast he galloped away.
-
Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:
Silas is still alone, he tries to avoid towns as much as possible. Foraging and killing his food away from old remnants of civilization. He is yet to join a band of any type. And avoids contact with others as much as he possibly can. Just him and his horse.