Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2016 22:16:59 GMT -5
Full name:
Sam Dogwood
Aliases
- Trent ( As named by Rhett Diggler, due to the mechanics overalls given to him in The Wasteland )
- Mr. Smiles ( Sam is always smiling, even when incredibly angry...The offputting nature of this earned him the nickname at the bar.... Mr. Smiles)
Avatar photo:
Sam Dogwood (Face Claim Robert Knepper)
Age:
-35
Gender:
- Male
Appearance:
- Sam has an air of confidence about him. Even when in life threatening situations he's wickly cool and detached.. He has sharpe cheekbones and eyes that seem to sink in. His eyes seem to never sit still as he seems to always be evaluating, figuring you out inside his head. Even though his physical appearance if shady looking, his confident swagger and general attitude make you trust him even if it is a bad idea.. His hair is black and blond and his facial hair only grows around into a goatee... He never was able to grow anywhere else on his face... He is slender lean and surprisingly strong for someone with only lean muscle and no real bulk...
Occupation ( studies, job before the outbreak):
- Unemployeed redneck
Hometown (city, state, country):
Greenville, South Carolina, USA
Relationships ( friends, relatives, etc.... ):
- Rachel Dogwood ( Daughter / Deceased )
- Misty Fletcher ( Girlfriend / Missing )
- Rhett Diggler ( Boss )
- Barrett Cole ( Best friend / co- worker )
- Gabriel Lawson ( Friend )
- Chastity "Bj" Abraham ( friend / co-worker)
Weapons ( currently in possesion )
- Chain with two locks on either end ( one lock held as a handle the other is a bludgeoning tip )
- switchblade
- Silver brass knuckles ( looks like a dragon with green flames on it )
- Bolt action rifle with scope
Items ( clothing, backpack, first aid kits etc ):
- Rusty Indian Motorcycle ( Personal vehical )
- Key to his house in The Wasteland
- Assorted items stored inside his house ( Spare work clothes for working on cars, assortled tools in the garage attached to the house, a fridge that's always stocked with at least a few good bottles of booze from Rhett's bar, and his funiture... Nothing crazy, but he did ok with simple living before the outbreak, he'd be ok with simple living after the outbreak )
Mode of transportation:
- Rusty Indian Motorcycle
List 3 good personality traits:
- Insightful
- Diplomatic ( Knows how to defuse a tense situation )
- Hard worker
List 3 bad personality traits:
- Ruthless
- Untrustworthy
- Condescending
List 3 Strength:
- Excellent mechanic
- Good tracker / Hunter
- Deception
List 3 flaws:
- Doesn't work well as a team
- Alcohol dependency
- Selfish nature ( Says screw you to the greater good mentality whenever possible )
Describe your character's life before the outbreak:
- Before the outbreak, Sam Dogwood was a no good unemployeed redneck. He spent his days under the hood of one of the many cars that littered his hard. Rusty shells mostly, but still fun to tinker with. He would whittle his days away tightening bolts on mounting brackets and getting piss drunk in the hot sun. He didn't care to have a job, didn't need one.. He owned his plot of land and he didn't pay any god dam taxes on it either.. He had a few achers and barbedwire fences up around his property with a sign that read "KEEP OUT! OR I WILL FUCKING SHOOT YOU!" He had a bolt action rifle with a scope on it... It was his rifle he used for hunting deer in the season. He was a good hunter and tracker... His fridge was always filled with deer meat.. Even when it technically wasn't in season... Sam loved hunting.. He grew up on it when his daddy used to take him... He was a dam good shot, when he wasn't drunk of course.. He spent his days working on cars and his front yard practically looked like a junkyard... To help pass the time when he was working he'd drink... And drink some more... And drink some more... He got to the point where his body craved it.. He needed that drop of the good stuff to get him through his day.
What happened to your character on outbreak day?:
For the most part outbreak day was like any other day.. He found himself under the hood, making adjustments working on this or that to get the car ready for road it would probably never see. He was working on the car when his girlfriend Misty came pulling up into his long dirt road driveway like a bat out of hell.. She said that folks were killing each other in the streets in the city and that everyone in the city had lost there dam minds all of a sudden, attackin each other, and eating each other.... Sam scratched his head.. She was terrified, but he didn't have the damndest clue what she was talking about... He was way out in the boonies, he was having a peaceful day, getting drunk and working on the rusty shell of a pickup... The most choatic thing that happened so far was the crazy ass way she drove up and hopped out and started screaming at him.... He didn't really know what to say... She was his girlfriend, but she only really ever came around when she was horny and he didn't really give a shit to be honest, friends with benfits probably would have been a more apt way to describe it, but she had insisted that she was his... Looking at her hysterical ass right now he wished she wasn't... The shit she was saying was just crazy... He walked over to one of his car and opened the door.. The keys wwere in it already.. Of course they were, who was coming out to bum fuck nowhere to steal a pile of scrap that didn't run... He turned on the car and then the radio...
Newscaster: I say again, we have many reports of violent attacks happening globally seemingly at random, but the attacks are overwelming in numbers. It is possible this is some sort of global terrorist attack on a massive scale, but we urge you to continue with the safety tips we reported on earlier! Do not leave your house, do not try to reach you loved ones, Stay indoors and lock the doors and windows and remain calm... The attacks are seemingly random anyone close to you could suddenly attack....Again this is not a joke i assure you what we're reporting is completely real... God help us.... We would like.....
Sam clicked off the radio... Both him and Misty lived out in the boonies.. Neither one of them have heard about the attacks until today... Sam didn't know if this had been going on for awhile or what, he didn't have the internet, he didn't own a tv.. He didn't even get the paper... His daught came out of the house to see what was going on... Her small six year old eyes looking at him with confusion...
Misty: What we gone do sam?
Sam: We hole up here of course! The fuck you think we gone do?
Rachel: Daddy what's goin on?
Misty: I ain't waiting here to die sam.... If you ain't coming with me then i'm outta here!
Sam watched as Misty drove off, and he never saw her again... He hid from the world and the crazy attacks with his six year old daughter Rachel inside his small house hoping things would just blow over... They didn't And one day hunting a bit of food he left Rachel at the house because it was to dangerous to take him on his hunts anymore... He had tried to pass down the tradition of a father hunting with their kid.... He came back from his hunt to find the front door wide open and Rachel being eaten by the dead... He killed the son of a bitch, grabbed his daughter and cried... He cried there for days..... Until he snapped.. He lost it and a cool smile washed over his face... That smile rarely left his face these days...
Describe your character's life after the apocalypse:
Sam was a broken man.. His daughter was dead and he was alone.. The alcohol that once only helped pass the time, now eased the memories away... Made visions of his daughter's smiling face disappear.. He wanted to forget her.. It was to painful to look at her little gap tooth smile in his fucked up brain.. He drank... and he looked for food and then he slept.. This was what his life had devolved into.. Not that he was living some great life before... it was pretty much the same thing except now he had a dead kid and a major alcohol dependency... He found himself looking for booze instead of food out on his runs... Perfering to drink his dinner instead of chew it... He just wanted to stay numb... Every so often he would fly into a fit of laughter for no reason... The thing was he wasn't happy and nothing was funny, he just couldn't help but fucking laugh at the irony.... The man who was living, but acted like he was dead... Only wandering the earth looking for booze instead of something warm to bite into....He found booze; and plenty of it when Rhett Diggler found him risking his life for a bottle of gin! Rhett knew this poor bastard had a touch of the devil in him, and upon hearing he was a mechanic Rhett's big grin obsorbed his face... He offered the man a spot in paradise even gave him a key to his own house there... Said he could have an endless supply of booze if he agreed to work as a mechanic for him.... Endless booze and a job doing the only thing he ever fucking did before the outbreak anyways? How fucking perfect!
Sam: Where do i sign?
He asked a big smile spreading across his lips despite his emotional pain.
Sam Dogwood
Aliases
- Trent ( As named by Rhett Diggler, due to the mechanics overalls given to him in The Wasteland )
- Mr. Smiles ( Sam is always smiling, even when incredibly angry...The offputting nature of this earned him the nickname at the bar.... Mr. Smiles)
Avatar photo:
Sam Dogwood (Face Claim Robert Knepper)
Age:
-35
Gender:
- Male
Appearance:
- Sam has an air of confidence about him. Even when in life threatening situations he's wickly cool and detached.. He has sharpe cheekbones and eyes that seem to sink in. His eyes seem to never sit still as he seems to always be evaluating, figuring you out inside his head. Even though his physical appearance if shady looking, his confident swagger and general attitude make you trust him even if it is a bad idea.. His hair is black and blond and his facial hair only grows around into a goatee... He never was able to grow anywhere else on his face... He is slender lean and surprisingly strong for someone with only lean muscle and no real bulk...
Occupation ( studies, job before the outbreak):
- Unemployeed redneck
Hometown (city, state, country):
Greenville, South Carolina, USA
Relationships ( friends, relatives, etc.... ):
- Rachel Dogwood ( Daughter / Deceased )
- Misty Fletcher ( Girlfriend / Missing )
- Rhett Diggler ( Boss )
- Barrett Cole ( Best friend / co- worker )
- Gabriel Lawson ( Friend )
- Chastity "Bj" Abraham ( friend / co-worker)
Weapons ( currently in possesion )
- Chain with two locks on either end ( one lock held as a handle the other is a bludgeoning tip )
- switchblade
- Silver brass knuckles ( looks like a dragon with green flames on it )
- Bolt action rifle with scope
Items ( clothing, backpack, first aid kits etc ):
- Rusty Indian Motorcycle ( Personal vehical )
- Key to his house in The Wasteland
- Assorted items stored inside his house ( Spare work clothes for working on cars, assortled tools in the garage attached to the house, a fridge that's always stocked with at least a few good bottles of booze from Rhett's bar, and his funiture... Nothing crazy, but he did ok with simple living before the outbreak, he'd be ok with simple living after the outbreak )
Mode of transportation:
- Rusty Indian Motorcycle
List 3 good personality traits:
- Insightful
- Diplomatic ( Knows how to defuse a tense situation )
- Hard worker
List 3 bad personality traits:
- Ruthless
- Untrustworthy
- Condescending
List 3 Strength:
- Excellent mechanic
- Good tracker / Hunter
- Deception
List 3 flaws:
- Doesn't work well as a team
- Alcohol dependency
- Selfish nature ( Says screw you to the greater good mentality whenever possible )
Describe your character's life before the outbreak:
- Before the outbreak, Sam Dogwood was a no good unemployeed redneck. He spent his days under the hood of one of the many cars that littered his hard. Rusty shells mostly, but still fun to tinker with. He would whittle his days away tightening bolts on mounting brackets and getting piss drunk in the hot sun. He didn't care to have a job, didn't need one.. He owned his plot of land and he didn't pay any god dam taxes on it either.. He had a few achers and barbedwire fences up around his property with a sign that read "KEEP OUT! OR I WILL FUCKING SHOOT YOU!" He had a bolt action rifle with a scope on it... It was his rifle he used for hunting deer in the season. He was a good hunter and tracker... His fridge was always filled with deer meat.. Even when it technically wasn't in season... Sam loved hunting.. He grew up on it when his daddy used to take him... He was a dam good shot, when he wasn't drunk of course.. He spent his days working on cars and his front yard practically looked like a junkyard... To help pass the time when he was working he'd drink... And drink some more... And drink some more... He got to the point where his body craved it.. He needed that drop of the good stuff to get him through his day.
What happened to your character on outbreak day?:
For the most part outbreak day was like any other day.. He found himself under the hood, making adjustments working on this or that to get the car ready for road it would probably never see. He was working on the car when his girlfriend Misty came pulling up into his long dirt road driveway like a bat out of hell.. She said that folks were killing each other in the streets in the city and that everyone in the city had lost there dam minds all of a sudden, attackin each other, and eating each other.... Sam scratched his head.. She was terrified, but he didn't have the damndest clue what she was talking about... He was way out in the boonies, he was having a peaceful day, getting drunk and working on the rusty shell of a pickup... The most choatic thing that happened so far was the crazy ass way she drove up and hopped out and started screaming at him.... He didn't really know what to say... She was his girlfriend, but she only really ever came around when she was horny and he didn't really give a shit to be honest, friends with benfits probably would have been a more apt way to describe it, but she had insisted that she was his... Looking at her hysterical ass right now he wished she wasn't... The shit she was saying was just crazy... He walked over to one of his car and opened the door.. The keys wwere in it already.. Of course they were, who was coming out to bum fuck nowhere to steal a pile of scrap that didn't run... He turned on the car and then the radio...
Newscaster: I say again, we have many reports of violent attacks happening globally seemingly at random, but the attacks are overwelming in numbers. It is possible this is some sort of global terrorist attack on a massive scale, but we urge you to continue with the safety tips we reported on earlier! Do not leave your house, do not try to reach you loved ones, Stay indoors and lock the doors and windows and remain calm... The attacks are seemingly random anyone close to you could suddenly attack....Again this is not a joke i assure you what we're reporting is completely real... God help us.... We would like.....
Sam clicked off the radio... Both him and Misty lived out in the boonies.. Neither one of them have heard about the attacks until today... Sam didn't know if this had been going on for awhile or what, he didn't have the internet, he didn't own a tv.. He didn't even get the paper... His daught came out of the house to see what was going on... Her small six year old eyes looking at him with confusion...
Misty: What we gone do sam?
Sam: We hole up here of course! The fuck you think we gone do?
Rachel: Daddy what's goin on?
Misty: I ain't waiting here to die sam.... If you ain't coming with me then i'm outta here!
Sam watched as Misty drove off, and he never saw her again... He hid from the world and the crazy attacks with his six year old daughter Rachel inside his small house hoping things would just blow over... They didn't And one day hunting a bit of food he left Rachel at the house because it was to dangerous to take him on his hunts anymore... He had tried to pass down the tradition of a father hunting with their kid.... He came back from his hunt to find the front door wide open and Rachel being eaten by the dead... He killed the son of a bitch, grabbed his daughter and cried... He cried there for days..... Until he snapped.. He lost it and a cool smile washed over his face... That smile rarely left his face these days...
Describe your character's life after the apocalypse:
Sam was a broken man.. His daughter was dead and he was alone.. The alcohol that once only helped pass the time, now eased the memories away... Made visions of his daughter's smiling face disappear.. He wanted to forget her.. It was to painful to look at her little gap tooth smile in his fucked up brain.. He drank... and he looked for food and then he slept.. This was what his life had devolved into.. Not that he was living some great life before... it was pretty much the same thing except now he had a dead kid and a major alcohol dependency... He found himself looking for booze instead of food out on his runs... Perfering to drink his dinner instead of chew it... He just wanted to stay numb... Every so often he would fly into a fit of laughter for no reason... The thing was he wasn't happy and nothing was funny, he just couldn't help but fucking laugh at the irony.... The man who was living, but acted like he was dead... Only wandering the earth looking for booze instead of something warm to bite into....He found booze; and plenty of it when Rhett Diggler found him risking his life for a bottle of gin! Rhett knew this poor bastard had a touch of the devil in him, and upon hearing he was a mechanic Rhett's big grin obsorbed his face... He offered the man a spot in paradise even gave him a key to his own house there... Said he could have an endless supply of booze if he agreed to work as a mechanic for him.... Endless booze and a job doing the only thing he ever fucking did before the outbreak anyways? How fucking perfect!
Sam: Where do i sign?
He asked a big smile spreading across his lips despite his emotional pain.