Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2016 21:08:03 GMT -5
b]Full Name:[/b]
Verrill Peter Jackson
Aliases:
-V-Jay or V-Jack by those who knew him before the outbreak.
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Avatar Photo:
-
Age:
- 30
Gender:
- Male
Appearance:
- Roughly six feet even. The gear, clothing and whatever else he's been able to scavange would hide the slim and lean figure, miles and years of weather show on his face, hair and clothing alike, most notably his shoes that looks to be on their last threads. He has longer, dirty blond hair and green eyes accented in a gray color.
Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):
- Before the world went to shit he was an unremarkable man, like thousands of others, borne to the modern era and age and as common as they could have come. He worked any variety of odd jobs, carpentry, landscaping, warehouse work and some time as a mechanic gave him some skill beforehand but like many he was entirely unprepared for the outbreak. With luck, will, anger and enough ammo and food he has made it this far. He was a college drop out.
Hometown (city, state, country):
- Camden, New Jersey, United States.
Relationships (relatives, friends,...):
- Divorced parents. Sister lives with his mother south in Louisiana.
- Father is deceased, former resident of Camden.
- No other immediate family or friends.
Weapons (currently in possession):
- Fire axe.
- His father's Ithica pump-action shotgun, complete with a rifled barrel and 6x hunting optic.
- Dulled machete with extensive use.
- Items and weapons have come and gone, once ammo is spent, particularly for weapons of uncommon ammo types were discarded.
- He retained a standard issue Glock automatic pistol, pulled from a deceased police officer. Three extra magazines, all empty. He ran out of ammo two months ago.
Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):
- Black hoodie.
- Black raincoat.
- Black long-sleeve shirt.
- Dark green camouflage hunting trousers.
- Green raincoat bottoms.
- Green and black mountain backpack
- About three weeks of canned food(if rationed, a daily goal with most of this on the boat).
- Enough containers for a gallon of water(one of his primary goals on a daily basis)
- Can opener
- Piton bag(screwed into trees, used to climb) and fifty meters of rope
- Handheld LED flashlight and lamp
- First aid pack including fresh and unused bloodbag, fresh bandages, blood type test kit, a shot of morphine and syringe.
- Hardback copy of Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers
- His father's Bible
- Dead(drained) Ipod and earphones, complete with an extensive collection of music, from classical to 90's rock.
- Thermal blanket and sleeping bag.
- A weathered, worn camping tent.
- Worn out work boots.
- Worn mechanic gloves.
- Aviator sunglasses
- Black balaclava
- Worn ski goggles(to avoid bloody spray)
- Smooth bore 12 gauge shotgun barrel(fits the Ithica)
- 20 00 Buckshot shells
- 7 Sabot slug rounds(meant for a rifled barrel)
- An old Swiss army knife(must of this is too dull to use)
- Firearm cleaning kit(meant for shotguns)
- Bandoleer harness(acquired from a deceased police officer in full riot gear)
- Hunting waist pouch, green camouflage
- Hand-made 'Ghillie suit', comprised of torn, shredded green and brown fabric, worn overtop to help conceal him when needed
- Various boxes of ammo he has found. One box of .45 caliber pistol. One of .38 special pistol. One of .22 rifle.
- Small waterproof container: Within it holds a box of matches, paper, pencils and pens and what maps he has acquired on his journey south.
- Compass
- Dead(drained) handheld GPS.
Mode of transportation:
- With most of the major highways entirely blocked and useless he had been forced to take backroads, trudge through thick forests and leave behind his mountain bike on the way to the coast. It was there he found a boat and managed to get out of New Jersey. He is hugging the eastern coast heading south and is likely to make landfall somewhere around South Carolina on his way to Louisiana.
List 3 or more good personality traits:
- Son of a Veteran. A sense of honor and goodness. Recent experience has made his view of human beings a bit tarnished, forced to kill four people on his way to the coast. Those that intended to kill him, even if he would have given what food he could spare.
- Generous by nature. Will give what he has if he can.
- Quietly unassuming. He isn't the loud, crass young man he was before. More likely to listen than talk when among others.
- Live and let live. He is far more likely to talk first, that is, instead of letting his gun do the talking for him.
- Compelled by Righteous Intent. A potential ranger of the zombie-infested wastelands. Defender of those whom are defenseless and helpless.
List 3 or more bad personality traits:
- Murderer. He has killed and is willing to kill fellow humans when cornered. He didn't need to kill his first.
- Strong Willed and often Stubborn. He refused to give up hope of his mother and sister, despite all odds and the treachery and danger of his task, despite the needs of others immediately around him. Those that do not adapt in the wasteland will die and the fire that drives him will eventually get him into trouble than it will prove useful.
- Stubbornly Independent. Eventually he is going to need walls around him and friends. There are limits to his endurance of stress and physical fatigue.
- Loud mouth. In the past he has been known to speak his mind and his version of the truth.
- Quick to Anger. This is a recent development of his personality. Several traumatic incidents, witnessing friends or those he had known most of his life die in gruesome and horrible ways, murder of the living and the slaying of his turned father have changed him. It is not a permanent change but certainly a strong one.
List 3 strengths:
- General understanding of internal combustion engines, carpentry and basic architecture. Potentially a wasteland engineer.
- Training in firearm use and maintenance. His father's Ithica shotgun is older than he is, has at least a dozen whitetails to it's name and one black bear... and now, four humans. It fires as true as it did the day it was purchased.
- Excellent physical conditioning. Over a year had been spent on the road and it would show. He's still fast on his feet, even when lugging over sixty pounds of gear, a necessity when you don't trust anybody.
List 3 flaws:
- Medically inept. The arm bone connects to the el-bone?
- Computer illiterate. Why break the door down when a few keystrokes will do the trick? "Which one is the 'any key'?"
- Slow to trust. It's not impossible, just unlikely, his perception whether right or wrong will often be based around -how- a person speaks more than what they are speaking.
Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
- Long, hard days in the sun working any job he could find. Enduring the hardship of the streets and the madness that commonly accompanies the setting sun. The police simply make a presence there, even they know they are outnumbered, outgunned and unwanted by the different sets and drug dealers. Avoiding drugs, living paycheck to paycheck and under the wise belief he could trust nobody but his blood taught him truths of life those a short drive away knew nothing about.
What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:
- Fortune smiled upon him, a visit to Atlantic City had him very far from Camden when the outbreak happened. With little more than a fire axe stolen from a hotel casino he managed to get back to and away from the ghettos around the casinos before hell had found it's way there. Once back at Camden he found the city in ruins, most of the murders there at the hands of the living rather than the dead, that was until the migration from Philadelphia flushed everybody living east and south. Packing the hunting gear, weaponry and whatever else he could fit he pushed the last legs of his father's Buick back to the coast and when midnight had struck he found himself at the doorstep of a Christian retreat on Long Beach Island. Only two days had been spent there, leaving early one morning once he had found transportation via sea and snuck away going south.
Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:
- Most of his time was spent hugging the coast, stopping at different harbors and docks where he could to gas up, hunt for supplies but otherwise not lingering for more than a day. Only twice had he been forced to kill and both times the different groups of would-be hunters or raiders had fled. He was lucky, none of them had guns. The fishing boat he acquired must have needed repairs as it's motor has required some maintenance, even so, he is destined to not be able to make it around Florida's panhandle to the Gulf, eventually he will be on foot again. Avoiding the large migrations of hordes of zombies has allowed him to survive alone thus far, the northeast, particularly where he was wrong, would have proven a death trap eventually.
He is still determined to find his mother and sister... or find uncertain closure. Staying put isn't his way and neither has been trust. Despite that, in his heart of hearts he truly means well and will likely choose good if given the opportunity. This could especially be true in certain situations. **Most of the history will be explained in the opening entrance post.
Verrill Peter Jackson
Aliases:
-V-Jay or V-Jack by those who knew him before the outbreak.
-
Avatar Photo:
-
Age:
- 30
Gender:
- Male
Appearance:
- Roughly six feet even. The gear, clothing and whatever else he's been able to scavange would hide the slim and lean figure, miles and years of weather show on his face, hair and clothing alike, most notably his shoes that looks to be on their last threads. He has longer, dirty blond hair and green eyes accented in a gray color.
Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):
- Before the world went to shit he was an unremarkable man, like thousands of others, borne to the modern era and age and as common as they could have come. He worked any variety of odd jobs, carpentry, landscaping, warehouse work and some time as a mechanic gave him some skill beforehand but like many he was entirely unprepared for the outbreak. With luck, will, anger and enough ammo and food he has made it this far. He was a college drop out.
Hometown (city, state, country):
- Camden, New Jersey, United States.
Relationships (relatives, friends,...):
- Divorced parents. Sister lives with his mother south in Louisiana.
- Father is deceased, former resident of Camden.
- No other immediate family or friends.
Weapons (currently in possession):
- Fire axe.
- His father's Ithica pump-action shotgun, complete with a rifled barrel and 6x hunting optic.
- Dulled machete with extensive use.
- Items and weapons have come and gone, once ammo is spent, particularly for weapons of uncommon ammo types were discarded.
- He retained a standard issue Glock automatic pistol, pulled from a deceased police officer. Three extra magazines, all empty. He ran out of ammo two months ago.
Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):
- Black hoodie.
- Black raincoat.
- Black long-sleeve shirt.
- Dark green camouflage hunting trousers.
- Green raincoat bottoms.
- Green and black mountain backpack
- About three weeks of canned food(if rationed, a daily goal with most of this on the boat).
- Enough containers for a gallon of water(one of his primary goals on a daily basis)
- Can opener
- Piton bag(screwed into trees, used to climb) and fifty meters of rope
- Handheld LED flashlight and lamp
- First aid pack including fresh and unused bloodbag, fresh bandages, blood type test kit, a shot of morphine and syringe.
- Hardback copy of Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers
- His father's Bible
- Dead(drained) Ipod and earphones, complete with an extensive collection of music, from classical to 90's rock.
- Thermal blanket and sleeping bag.
- A weathered, worn camping tent.
- Worn out work boots.
- Worn mechanic gloves.
- Aviator sunglasses
- Black balaclava
- Worn ski goggles(to avoid bloody spray)
- Smooth bore 12 gauge shotgun barrel(fits the Ithica)
- 20 00 Buckshot shells
- 7 Sabot slug rounds(meant for a rifled barrel)
- An old Swiss army knife(must of this is too dull to use)
- Firearm cleaning kit(meant for shotguns)
- Bandoleer harness(acquired from a deceased police officer in full riot gear)
- Hunting waist pouch, green camouflage
- Hand-made 'Ghillie suit', comprised of torn, shredded green and brown fabric, worn overtop to help conceal him when needed
- Various boxes of ammo he has found. One box of .45 caliber pistol. One of .38 special pistol. One of .22 rifle.
- Small waterproof container: Within it holds a box of matches, paper, pencils and pens and what maps he has acquired on his journey south.
- Compass
- Dead(drained) handheld GPS.
Mode of transportation:
- With most of the major highways entirely blocked and useless he had been forced to take backroads, trudge through thick forests and leave behind his mountain bike on the way to the coast. It was there he found a boat and managed to get out of New Jersey. He is hugging the eastern coast heading south and is likely to make landfall somewhere around South Carolina on his way to Louisiana.
List 3 or more good personality traits:
- Son of a Veteran. A sense of honor and goodness. Recent experience has made his view of human beings a bit tarnished, forced to kill four people on his way to the coast. Those that intended to kill him, even if he would have given what food he could spare.
- Generous by nature. Will give what he has if he can.
- Quietly unassuming. He isn't the loud, crass young man he was before. More likely to listen than talk when among others.
- Live and let live. He is far more likely to talk first, that is, instead of letting his gun do the talking for him.
- Compelled by Righteous Intent. A potential ranger of the zombie-infested wastelands. Defender of those whom are defenseless and helpless.
List 3 or more bad personality traits:
- Murderer. He has killed and is willing to kill fellow humans when cornered. He didn't need to kill his first.
- Strong Willed and often Stubborn. He refused to give up hope of his mother and sister, despite all odds and the treachery and danger of his task, despite the needs of others immediately around him. Those that do not adapt in the wasteland will die and the fire that drives him will eventually get him into trouble than it will prove useful.
- Stubbornly Independent. Eventually he is going to need walls around him and friends. There are limits to his endurance of stress and physical fatigue.
- Loud mouth. In the past he has been known to speak his mind and his version of the truth.
- Quick to Anger. This is a recent development of his personality. Several traumatic incidents, witnessing friends or those he had known most of his life die in gruesome and horrible ways, murder of the living and the slaying of his turned father have changed him. It is not a permanent change but certainly a strong one.
List 3 strengths:
- General understanding of internal combustion engines, carpentry and basic architecture. Potentially a wasteland engineer.
- Training in firearm use and maintenance. His father's Ithica shotgun is older than he is, has at least a dozen whitetails to it's name and one black bear... and now, four humans. It fires as true as it did the day it was purchased.
- Excellent physical conditioning. Over a year had been spent on the road and it would show. He's still fast on his feet, even when lugging over sixty pounds of gear, a necessity when you don't trust anybody.
List 3 flaws:
- Medically inept. The arm bone connects to the el-bone?
- Computer illiterate. Why break the door down when a few keystrokes will do the trick? "Which one is the 'any key'?"
- Slow to trust. It's not impossible, just unlikely, his perception whether right or wrong will often be based around -how- a person speaks more than what they are speaking.
Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
- Long, hard days in the sun working any job he could find. Enduring the hardship of the streets and the madness that commonly accompanies the setting sun. The police simply make a presence there, even they know they are outnumbered, outgunned and unwanted by the different sets and drug dealers. Avoiding drugs, living paycheck to paycheck and under the wise belief he could trust nobody but his blood taught him truths of life those a short drive away knew nothing about.
What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:
- Fortune smiled upon him, a visit to Atlantic City had him very far from Camden when the outbreak happened. With little more than a fire axe stolen from a hotel casino he managed to get back to and away from the ghettos around the casinos before hell had found it's way there. Once back at Camden he found the city in ruins, most of the murders there at the hands of the living rather than the dead, that was until the migration from Philadelphia flushed everybody living east and south. Packing the hunting gear, weaponry and whatever else he could fit he pushed the last legs of his father's Buick back to the coast and when midnight had struck he found himself at the doorstep of a Christian retreat on Long Beach Island. Only two days had been spent there, leaving early one morning once he had found transportation via sea and snuck away going south.
Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:
- Most of his time was spent hugging the coast, stopping at different harbors and docks where he could to gas up, hunt for supplies but otherwise not lingering for more than a day. Only twice had he been forced to kill and both times the different groups of would-be hunters or raiders had fled. He was lucky, none of them had guns. The fishing boat he acquired must have needed repairs as it's motor has required some maintenance, even so, he is destined to not be able to make it around Florida's panhandle to the Gulf, eventually he will be on foot again. Avoiding the large migrations of hordes of zombies has allowed him to survive alone thus far, the northeast, particularly where he was wrong, would have proven a death trap eventually.
He is still determined to find his mother and sister... or find uncertain closure. Staying put isn't his way and neither has been trust. Despite that, in his heart of hearts he truly means well and will likely choose good if given the opportunity. This could especially be true in certain situations. **Most of the history will be explained in the opening entrance post.