Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2016 23:57:35 GMT -5
Name: Dalton Wolf Asherson
Aliases: Ash
Avatar Photo: Dalton Rapattoni heavyeditorial.files.wordpress.com/2016/03/dalton-rappatoni-8.jpg?quality=65&strip=all&w=780
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: With pale fluffy hair, and a rather skinny frame, he would seem fragile or pitiful at first glimpse. Full lips, yet a ragged complexion, with square jaws and cyan hued eyes. An array of scars snake up his back.
Occupation: He tried to pursue a musical career that never reached popularity before the "outbreak".
Hometown: Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada
Relationships: siblings are either dead or don't really effect him
Weapons: He uses what is around him, and has no specific preference in weapons.
Items: A dog tag that he wears, the clothes on his back, and pretty much nothing other than that.
Mode of Transportation: A black camaro in pretty bad shape. (car)
List 3 or more good personality traits:
-Loyal
-Compassionate
-Witty
List 3 or more bad personality traits:
-Stubborn
-Salty
-Opinionated [sticks to his opinions, despite what others say and doesn't mind to share his opinion].
List 3 strengths:
-Agile
-Silent [stealthy-wise]
-Useful [he does what people ask despite the task and isn't bad at thinking out of the box for some situations whatever needs be].
List 3 flaws:
-Slow
-Easily-frightened [jumpscares or close-calls scare the crap out of him, and the zombie-things scare him as well though he's not bad at hiding it]
-Frightened of spiders
History:
before the Apocalypse: He lived in Vancouver, a city in Bc, Canada where he struggled to maintain a musical career. His life was rather uneventful, usually content with the days of music and what-not with his small band that never made it big. He had dreams/goals of being someone that people would remember, giving him the determination to try and make a difference so he could effect the future or not be the nobody that drifted out of existence.
He wasn't an only child, and grew up with a lovable dog, and a steady family. They never got sketchy, giving him a good platform of his musical career and education. He got good grades, and his life seemed rather uneventful but he was perfectly fine with that.
on Outbreak Day?: Nobody is used to suddenly having dead bodies walking around, and screaming crowds or police wails in vain. Anyone would be scared, and Ash is no different. He wasn't a tough brute who instantly hit off at the "surviving" method. Instead, he spent the first cramped day hiding in a soon abandoned toy shop in a mall.
All of the blood and violence is enough to effect any human being, and Ash was terrified. He was confused, and the only thing that urged him out of his hiding place was his own confusion, hunger, and want to see what had happened to his family and what-not. It was when he saw the complete chaos; after getting to his original home, he found a few family members dead or they had already turned, either way leaving him totally stunned and angry.
He tried to kill himself, due to the pain and loss, as well as the fear of living in a world where survival became essential, something you had to work to do. The try to end his life pitifully failed, leaving behind the hollow shell of a person that knew he'd have to change to fit the new world that surrounded him.
after the Apocalypse: His home was destroyed, and not wanting to live in the company of a bunch of dead bodies, Ash tried to escape to the country side where less damage seemed to have been made. He searched for groups where he could hide his own fear of the world, and try and regrow and survive.
The weaker ones were dead or dying, and groups were forming. Ash spent most time by himself for the first couple of months, groups he came across either being not of his sense of liking or never accepting him; understandably with his vulnerable looking sight. He was no brute.
He trained himself how to get the basics of self protection and to avoid the crowds. He had gained his saltier personality with the lack of sleep and dark environment. It didn't leave him utterly mad, rather snappy when tired, though he did seem to be as cheerful as possible otherwise.
And so Ash's life developed, always on the move, always finding the desolated spots and avoided picking fights. He had little close-calls with the dead as he kept away from them in general or places where they could possibly situate themselves; he kept himself in open areas so it was the easiest to note their presence.
But living in a world of turmoil -- you can't survive completely without trials, nor was his life completely rid of pain. Scrapes from past incidents blemish his form when he stumbled upon --stronghold-- where he found himself finally stabling himself. With groups you could survive, and it was best to survive as a group than be eaten away as a nobody, after all.
Aliases: Ash
Avatar Photo: Dalton Rapattoni heavyeditorial.files.wordpress.com/2016/03/dalton-rappatoni-8.jpg?quality=65&strip=all&w=780
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Appearance: With pale fluffy hair, and a rather skinny frame, he would seem fragile or pitiful at first glimpse. Full lips, yet a ragged complexion, with square jaws and cyan hued eyes. An array of scars snake up his back.
Occupation: He tried to pursue a musical career that never reached popularity before the "outbreak".
Hometown: Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada
Relationships: siblings are either dead or don't really effect him
Weapons: He uses what is around him, and has no specific preference in weapons.
Items: A dog tag that he wears, the clothes on his back, and pretty much nothing other than that.
Mode of Transportation: A black camaro in pretty bad shape. (car)
List 3 or more good personality traits:
-Loyal
-Compassionate
-Witty
List 3 or more bad personality traits:
-Stubborn
-Salty
-Opinionated [sticks to his opinions, despite what others say and doesn't mind to share his opinion].
List 3 strengths:
-Agile
-Silent [stealthy-wise]
-Useful [he does what people ask despite the task and isn't bad at thinking out of the box for some situations whatever needs be].
List 3 flaws:
-Slow
-Easily-frightened [jumpscares or close-calls scare the crap out of him, and the zombie-things scare him as well though he's not bad at hiding it]
-Frightened of spiders
History:
before the Apocalypse: He lived in Vancouver, a city in Bc, Canada where he struggled to maintain a musical career. His life was rather uneventful, usually content with the days of music and what-not with his small band that never made it big. He had dreams/goals of being someone that people would remember, giving him the determination to try and make a difference so he could effect the future or not be the nobody that drifted out of existence.
He wasn't an only child, and grew up with a lovable dog, and a steady family. They never got sketchy, giving him a good platform of his musical career and education. He got good grades, and his life seemed rather uneventful but he was perfectly fine with that.
on Outbreak Day?: Nobody is used to suddenly having dead bodies walking around, and screaming crowds or police wails in vain. Anyone would be scared, and Ash is no different. He wasn't a tough brute who instantly hit off at the "surviving" method. Instead, he spent the first cramped day hiding in a soon abandoned toy shop in a mall.
All of the blood and violence is enough to effect any human being, and Ash was terrified. He was confused, and the only thing that urged him out of his hiding place was his own confusion, hunger, and want to see what had happened to his family and what-not. It was when he saw the complete chaos; after getting to his original home, he found a few family members dead or they had already turned, either way leaving him totally stunned and angry.
He tried to kill himself, due to the pain and loss, as well as the fear of living in a world where survival became essential, something you had to work to do. The try to end his life pitifully failed, leaving behind the hollow shell of a person that knew he'd have to change to fit the new world that surrounded him.
after the Apocalypse: His home was destroyed, and not wanting to live in the company of a bunch of dead bodies, Ash tried to escape to the country side where less damage seemed to have been made. He searched for groups where he could hide his own fear of the world, and try and regrow and survive.
The weaker ones were dead or dying, and groups were forming. Ash spent most time by himself for the first couple of months, groups he came across either being not of his sense of liking or never accepting him; understandably with his vulnerable looking sight. He was no brute.
He trained himself how to get the basics of self protection and to avoid the crowds. He had gained his saltier personality with the lack of sleep and dark environment. It didn't leave him utterly mad, rather snappy when tired, though he did seem to be as cheerful as possible otherwise.
And so Ash's life developed, always on the move, always finding the desolated spots and avoided picking fights. He had little close-calls with the dead as he kept away from them in general or places where they could possibly situate themselves; he kept himself in open areas so it was the easiest to note their presence.
But living in a world of turmoil -- you can't survive completely without trials, nor was his life completely rid of pain. Scrapes from past incidents blemish his form when he stumbled upon --stronghold-- where he found himself finally stabling himself. With groups you could survive, and it was best to survive as a group than be eaten away as a nobody, after all.