Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2016 11:03:53 GMT -5
Full Name:
-Rook Bates
Aliases:
- Rook
-Rooky - close friends
Avatar Photo:
(Nyle DiMarco as FC)
- i.imgur.com/Vc0K0cR.jpg
Age:
-27 years
Gender:
-Male
Appearance:
-Rook is fit. Before the world went to hell he had a physically challenging job and things haven't got any easier since people started coming back to life. He has ice blue eyes, dark brown hair, and often has facial hair just a bit longer than stubble. He's 6'2 with sharp features, small scars from his prior work litter his hands. Usually wears jeans with a brown leather belt and a button up shirt of some sort with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. Rook has two large scars on his back, nearly six inches in length and in the same location on each side. These were basically cut into his skin in a semblance of removing his 'wings' will be explained further in other locations.
Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):
- Rook had never been great in school, he just couldn't understand what good it would do him to learn who killed who years ago and how to do math with numbers. After graduating high school (barely) he began working with his father on his construction site. In no time Rook had picked up the trade and worked without his father's overhead. Roofing houses or doing pretty much anything he was called to do after leaving adds in local papers.
Hometown (city, state, country):
-Argyle, TX, US
Relationships (relatives, friends,...):
- Roy Bates (Father, deceased)
- Martina Bates (Mother, deceased)
- George Miller (best friend, deceased)
- Skidmarks (his cat, alive)
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Weapons (currently in possession):
- .357 revolver, one small box of shells remaining
- Wooden Handled Claw Hammer
- Folding Hawk Bill Knife
- Folding Needle Point Knife
-
Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):
- Skidmarks (cat)
- A weathered tactical backpack he scavenged from some poor soul.
- Length of thin synthetic rope, has had several pieces cut as he made snares to catch his dinner.
- Small non stick pot with matching lid and a large wooden spoon.
- Small first aid kit he put together consisting of a small bottle of whisky, a length of ace bandage with metal clips, one of those small hooked bungee cords(to tie off a bad wound), a few small scraps of his old shirts.
Mode of transportation:
-Every so often he will find a car that he can convince to run but the majority of the time he just walks.
List 3 or more good personality traits:
- Level headed
- Can be kind (depending on situation)
- Calculating
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-
List 3 or more bad personality traits:
-Resentful
-Hard to get to know, withdrawn
-Stubborn
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-
List 3 strengths:
- Physically fit
-Self Sufficient
- Ability to block out things happening that would emotionally compromise him, most of the time.
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-
List 3 flaws:
- The scars on his back were carved deep enough to hit muscle, often making his back ache and sending occasional sharp pains throughout.
- Has no knowledge of medicinal herbs or edible plants beyond common grocery store isle knowledge.
- After the incident with the woman and his back he has become very suspicious of strangers. Borderline paranoid.
-
Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
-Rook had a good life, he worked nearly every day with his best friend George. More often than not roofing houses or local businesses. He didn't have a steady woman in his life but he enjoyed going out for a drink and finding company for the night. Skidmarks his cat had been found as a kitten hiding in the wheel weld of his truck after he went to pick up supplies for a job. No one at the location knew or wanted the kitten so Rook reluctantly took the little fellow home. The kitten was a male and promptly grew into a giant asshole. But once Rook made a commitment to Skidmarks he wasn't going to go back on it. A trait he still possesses to this day. He wasn't in college and had no plans to be. His father died nearly a year before the outbreak in a car accident and his mother had passed away when he was but a teenager. George and Skidmarks were his family.
What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:
-Rook was working with George on yet another roof. The sun beat down on their bare tanned backs relentlessly and George had went to grab his portable radio to try to make the time pass faster. He turned the dial to their normal station but the men were met with a report of their world gone mad. They both brushed it off as some sort of sick joke, it wasn't until several days later when it became a reality for their small town. They rode up to their jobsite in Rook's truck, the owners weren't home but that was usual as they both worked long hours. Rook grabbed some shingles and hefted them up on the roof, dropping them at his feet when he heard George scream. He quickly ran to the edge of the roof, assuming George had injured himself somehow....but what he saw was far worse. Someone had grabbed George from behind and were literally tearing his throat out. Rook yelled, threatened, and generally cursed as he made his way down the ladder and over to his friend. Slamming his hammer into the person's temple.
It was only then that he got a good look at the man, he had a blue cast to his skin and it looked as if his flesh was covered in purple bruising. A flap of skin on his jaw was slit open to the bone but he wasn't bleeding....it was at that point when he knew the news reports were true. He grabbed George, hauling him into his truck and rushing him to the local ER. George was taken from him and strapped down on a gurney to wait with several other injured people.
Rook didn't want to leave but he needed to head home to feed Skidmarks.....and call the owners of the house to let them know not to come home. Listening to the radio on the way home he became upset because of the details of the outbreak....George wouldn't recover.....he would 'turn' as they put it. When he pulled into his driveway he slammed his palms into his steering wheel, gripping the ribbed wheel until his knuckles turned white.
His house was small, he snatched the cat food and was pouring some into Skidmarks bowl when he heard rattling sounds coming from his kitchen window. In a matter of minutes his house was surrounded....those things smashing themselves against the glass like bugs. He did the only reasonable thing and grabbed a few items as well as his cat and left. He had no where to go....George was in a bad way......his parents were dead.....he didn't even remember the last woman he'd slept with's name. So he drove. Listening to more and more discouraging news stories until the radio fell silent.
Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:
-Rook has a tendency to stay to himself. He traps food as well as scavenging it. His cat is his constant companion and pain in his ass. Cats are curious animals by nature and like to wander....so he made a small cat harness of sorts out of a bit of his rope. On most nights he can be seen sitting in front of a campfire with Skidmarks eating rabbit or squirrel. Rook hasn't made an attempt to join a group since the apocalypse occurred....but he did get mixed up with some dangerous people once.
He had heard screams...and normally he would have kept walking...but it sounded as if it came from a young person...possibly even a child. He followed the sound into a camp where he found a woman and her small son, dirty and bruised they looked like they had been through hell. He spoke a few words with the mother, long enough to know that her husband had been killed by the men who held her and her son hostage. Rook set to cutting the rope that held her fast to a tree but suddenly their was a blinding light and the world went black.
He came to when someone was carving into his back. The woman he had tried to save sat in front of him eating food and drinking his whisky from his pack looking rather smug. A set up.....they must have seen him coming and prepared the trap. He was angry...but he could care less about his food....as long as they didn't touch his cat. They used his own knives to carve wing scars into his back. Laughing the whole time about an angel coming to save the woman. It had been an accident when one of the men dropped their knife, slick with Rooks blood. None of them had guns at the ready, thinking their victim to be incapacitated. He killed the men, not saying a word to the bitch and her son as he grabbed his belongings and shoved them back into his bag. Eventually finding his terrified cat and leaving their campsite. He wanted to kill her.....and if she hadn't had a child Rook likely would have. His wounds got infected but not horribly, eventually his body fought the infection off but because of the sheer depth of the scars the tissue often aches and sends streaks of pain through his back. He has been more cautious since then, not trusting any situation just because it 'appears' simple.
-Rook Bates
Aliases:
- Rook
-Rooky - close friends
Avatar Photo:
(Nyle DiMarco as FC)
- i.imgur.com/Vc0K0cR.jpg
Age:
-27 years
Gender:
-Male
Appearance:
-Rook is fit. Before the world went to hell he had a physically challenging job and things haven't got any easier since people started coming back to life. He has ice blue eyes, dark brown hair, and often has facial hair just a bit longer than stubble. He's 6'2 with sharp features, small scars from his prior work litter his hands. Usually wears jeans with a brown leather belt and a button up shirt of some sort with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. Rook has two large scars on his back, nearly six inches in length and in the same location on each side. These were basically cut into his skin in a semblance of removing his 'wings' will be explained further in other locations.
Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):
- Rook had never been great in school, he just couldn't understand what good it would do him to learn who killed who years ago and how to do math with numbers. After graduating high school (barely) he began working with his father on his construction site. In no time Rook had picked up the trade and worked without his father's overhead. Roofing houses or doing pretty much anything he was called to do after leaving adds in local papers.
Hometown (city, state, country):
-Argyle, TX, US
Relationships (relatives, friends,...):
- Roy Bates (Father, deceased)
- Martina Bates (Mother, deceased)
- George Miller (best friend, deceased)
- Skidmarks (his cat, alive)
-
Weapons (currently in possession):
- .357 revolver, one small box of shells remaining
- Wooden Handled Claw Hammer
- Folding Hawk Bill Knife
- Folding Needle Point Knife
-
Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):
- Skidmarks (cat)
- A weathered tactical backpack he scavenged from some poor soul.
- Length of thin synthetic rope, has had several pieces cut as he made snares to catch his dinner.
- Small non stick pot with matching lid and a large wooden spoon.
- Small first aid kit he put together consisting of a small bottle of whisky, a length of ace bandage with metal clips, one of those small hooked bungee cords(to tie off a bad wound), a few small scraps of his old shirts.
Mode of transportation:
-Every so often he will find a car that he can convince to run but the majority of the time he just walks.
List 3 or more good personality traits:
- Level headed
- Can be kind (depending on situation)
- Calculating
-
-
List 3 or more bad personality traits:
-Resentful
-Hard to get to know, withdrawn
-Stubborn
-
-
List 3 strengths:
- Physically fit
-Self Sufficient
- Ability to block out things happening that would emotionally compromise him, most of the time.
-
-
List 3 flaws:
- The scars on his back were carved deep enough to hit muscle, often making his back ache and sending occasional sharp pains throughout.
- Has no knowledge of medicinal herbs or edible plants beyond common grocery store isle knowledge.
- After the incident with the woman and his back he has become very suspicious of strangers. Borderline paranoid.
-
Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
-Rook had a good life, he worked nearly every day with his best friend George. More often than not roofing houses or local businesses. He didn't have a steady woman in his life but he enjoyed going out for a drink and finding company for the night. Skidmarks his cat had been found as a kitten hiding in the wheel weld of his truck after he went to pick up supplies for a job. No one at the location knew or wanted the kitten so Rook reluctantly took the little fellow home. The kitten was a male and promptly grew into a giant asshole. But once Rook made a commitment to Skidmarks he wasn't going to go back on it. A trait he still possesses to this day. He wasn't in college and had no plans to be. His father died nearly a year before the outbreak in a car accident and his mother had passed away when he was but a teenager. George and Skidmarks were his family.
What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:
-Rook was working with George on yet another roof. The sun beat down on their bare tanned backs relentlessly and George had went to grab his portable radio to try to make the time pass faster. He turned the dial to their normal station but the men were met with a report of their world gone mad. They both brushed it off as some sort of sick joke, it wasn't until several days later when it became a reality for their small town. They rode up to their jobsite in Rook's truck, the owners weren't home but that was usual as they both worked long hours. Rook grabbed some shingles and hefted them up on the roof, dropping them at his feet when he heard George scream. He quickly ran to the edge of the roof, assuming George had injured himself somehow....but what he saw was far worse. Someone had grabbed George from behind and were literally tearing his throat out. Rook yelled, threatened, and generally cursed as he made his way down the ladder and over to his friend. Slamming his hammer into the person's temple.
It was only then that he got a good look at the man, he had a blue cast to his skin and it looked as if his flesh was covered in purple bruising. A flap of skin on his jaw was slit open to the bone but he wasn't bleeding....it was at that point when he knew the news reports were true. He grabbed George, hauling him into his truck and rushing him to the local ER. George was taken from him and strapped down on a gurney to wait with several other injured people.
Rook didn't want to leave but he needed to head home to feed Skidmarks.....and call the owners of the house to let them know not to come home. Listening to the radio on the way home he became upset because of the details of the outbreak....George wouldn't recover.....he would 'turn' as they put it. When he pulled into his driveway he slammed his palms into his steering wheel, gripping the ribbed wheel until his knuckles turned white.
His house was small, he snatched the cat food and was pouring some into Skidmarks bowl when he heard rattling sounds coming from his kitchen window. In a matter of minutes his house was surrounded....those things smashing themselves against the glass like bugs. He did the only reasonable thing and grabbed a few items as well as his cat and left. He had no where to go....George was in a bad way......his parents were dead.....he didn't even remember the last woman he'd slept with's name. So he drove. Listening to more and more discouraging news stories until the radio fell silent.
Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:
-Rook has a tendency to stay to himself. He traps food as well as scavenging it. His cat is his constant companion and pain in his ass. Cats are curious animals by nature and like to wander....so he made a small cat harness of sorts out of a bit of his rope. On most nights he can be seen sitting in front of a campfire with Skidmarks eating rabbit or squirrel. Rook hasn't made an attempt to join a group since the apocalypse occurred....but he did get mixed up with some dangerous people once.
He had heard screams...and normally he would have kept walking...but it sounded as if it came from a young person...possibly even a child. He followed the sound into a camp where he found a woman and her small son, dirty and bruised they looked like they had been through hell. He spoke a few words with the mother, long enough to know that her husband had been killed by the men who held her and her son hostage. Rook set to cutting the rope that held her fast to a tree but suddenly their was a blinding light and the world went black.
He came to when someone was carving into his back. The woman he had tried to save sat in front of him eating food and drinking his whisky from his pack looking rather smug. A set up.....they must have seen him coming and prepared the trap. He was angry...but he could care less about his food....as long as they didn't touch his cat. They used his own knives to carve wing scars into his back. Laughing the whole time about an angel coming to save the woman. It had been an accident when one of the men dropped their knife, slick with Rooks blood. None of them had guns at the ready, thinking their victim to be incapacitated. He killed the men, not saying a word to the bitch and her son as he grabbed his belongings and shoved them back into his bag. Eventually finding his terrified cat and leaving their campsite. He wanted to kill her.....and if she hadn't had a child Rook likely would have. His wounds got infected but not horribly, eventually his body fought the infection off but because of the sheer depth of the scars the tissue often aches and sends streaks of pain through his back. He has been more cautious since then, not trusting any situation just because it 'appears' simple.