Post by Deleted on Feb 25, 2015 1:49:42 GMT -5
Full Name: Dale Brosnan
Aliases: Dale
Avatar Photo:
Age: 14
Race: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Occupation: Student
Hometown: Clearwater, Florida
Relationships:
Mother: Witnessed her death at the start of the apocalypse.
Father: Whereabouts unknown.
Uncle: Whereabouts unknown.
Weapons:
Glock 22
Colt Anaconda .44 Magnum
Handforged Katana
Items:
Camping Backpack
3 Shirts - All Brown
2 Pairs of Jeans
Steel Dining Bowl
Pack of Sporks
Half a Pack of .44 Bullets
2 Packs of .40 Caliber Bullets
Pair of Roughly Used Work Boots
Father's Old Wallet With Pictures of Parents
A Few Canned Vegetables
Vehicle: None
List 5 or more good personality traits:
List 5 or more bad personality traits:
List 5 strengths:
List 5 flaws:
Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
Dale was the type of student who skipped grades. He would press his nose into a book and study as often as he could. The reason he did this was because of his inability to create a stable relationship with those around him. He wasn't strange, he was just awkward as could be. Because of this, he would simply push people away, and work as a wolf without a pack. His grades never dropped below an A+, and he always answered his test with answers that questioned the test's legibility itself.
On the side he would go to Kenjutsu classes and practice Japanese swordsmanship out of his own personal interest. His father had objected because of the danger of injury, but Dale had his ways with his dad, especially since he shared interests in the way of the blade as well. As with school work, he excelled in his Kenjutsu classes as well. The technique he had developed with the accuracy with his sword would also aide him later with his aim with a pistol.
Being a loner, there weren't many people he looked up to, but he considered his father his hero. His intuition was very advanced for a child, and he could see the struggles his father went through to take care of him and better their quality of living. He was often like Dale, his nose pressed in his book, but he always treated him right, and they would make time to spend with each other no matter what. These simple things brought Dale to admire his father more than any other. He wasn't very involved with his mother, but he still found time to spend with her as well from time to time. Inside he was loving, even if he normally seemed cold and detached on the outside.
What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:
It all had happened very quickly for Dale on that fateful day. One moment Dale was studying at his desk in his room, and the next chaos ensued. His mother had come plowing past his bedroom door and over to him in his room with a young cheerleader type, his babysitter, trailing behind and shouting incoherently at her. She slammed his book closed it in front of him and brought his face up in her hands to tell him that they were leaving, and to grab anything important to him. He grabbed his backpack instinctively, and then grabbed the hand-forged katana his father had got him as a reward for winning a big swordsmanship tournament off it's display. At the time he couldn't think of anything else to grab, blind to the dangers outside, and began to walk out the door with his mother.
His front door was quickly darkened by gruesome, mutilated 'people', and before he knew it, his mother was pinned down, an undead on her chest, and another tearing at the flesh on her calf. The babysitter couldn't move out of fear, and her screams pierced his ears like some sound from hell. Hardly even thinking, he pulled his sword out, and cleaved the zombie's head that snapped down at her neck in two. He clamored over the dead zombie, and less gracefully hacked at the other one's head as well. They both lay dead, no other in site, but outside the chaos was more noticeable as the living ran or tried to defend themselves from the undead.
The babysitter finally snapped to it, and with tears in her eyes ran to his mother's leg, and after a moment of panic created a tourniquet, and slowed the bleeding down. Dale stared blankly outside, and as the shadow of the young girl carrying his mother over her shoulder passed him and she prompted for him to follow, he snapped to and ran to the car with her. She placed his mother in the back seat and they got in the front. The streets were clogged and in disarray, so the young girl decided grassy fields were the best route. They bumped and slid along as she tried to make way to a hospital. Dale held his mother's hand, and she smiled at him in reply. They never made it to the hospital, and after the two finished arguing about whether to keep going, the girl drove out of town thinking it safer.
Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:
After the two got out of town, Dale and Tessa, the babysitter which had hadn't even known the name of before, witnessed his mother come back to life. They were looking for anything that could help them from a abandoned police car in some rural area. She left the vehicle, wobbling to and fro, and came at Tessa, snapping her teeth at Tessa's face. Dale stared in shock and disbelief, and he tried to get his mother's living corpse off Tessa, tears finally welling from his eye from all that had happened. He spotted a pistol laying on the floor of the cruiser, which probably fell from the open glove box, and he quickly picked it up and aimed it at his mother.
He had to force away the tears to aim, but they soon cleared and he took the shot. It hit her shoulder, and managed to get her attention enough for her to approach him instead. She stumbled over to him, he raised the gun, and as she fell over him, he shot again, and the bullet tore through her skull. She fell over him lifeless, and until Tessa pulled the body off of him and pulled him into an embrace, he just laid weeping. The two moved on from there, and managed to survive for a long while on their own, but eventually Tessa got bit, and passed away. The two had developed feelings, as she had only been a few years older, and shortly after he turned fourteen, she made him into a man. The loss of the people he loved, and then the loss of his new love,Tessa, afterwards made him become even more solitary. Now he roams the landscape, simply surviving and nothing more.
Aliases: Dale
Avatar Photo:
Age: 14
Race: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Occupation: Student
Hometown: Clearwater, Florida
Relationships:
Mother: Witnessed her death at the start of the apocalypse.
Father: Whereabouts unknown.
Uncle: Whereabouts unknown.
Weapons:
Glock 22
Colt Anaconda .44 Magnum
Handforged Katana
Items:
Camping Backpack
3 Shirts - All Brown
2 Pairs of Jeans
Steel Dining Bowl
Pack of Sporks
Half a Pack of .44 Bullets
2 Packs of .40 Caliber Bullets
Pair of Roughly Used Work Boots
Father's Old Wallet With Pictures of Parents
A Few Canned Vegetables
Vehicle: None
List 5 or more good personality traits:
- Intuitive
- Loyal
- Hard Working
- Quick Witted
- Protective
List 5 or more bad personality traits:
- Keeps a Mental Barrier Up
- Has Trust Issues
- Loner Mindset
- Often Refuses Help
- Initially Pushes People Away
List 5 strengths:
- Pistol Aim
- Sword Skills
- Navigation
- Stealthy
- Developing a Plan of Action
List 5 flaws:
- Can't Drive
- Swimming
- Almost Completely Deaf
- Height Issues (Very Short)
- Communication
Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
Dale was the type of student who skipped grades. He would press his nose into a book and study as often as he could. The reason he did this was because of his inability to create a stable relationship with those around him. He wasn't strange, he was just awkward as could be. Because of this, he would simply push people away, and work as a wolf without a pack. His grades never dropped below an A+, and he always answered his test with answers that questioned the test's legibility itself.
On the side he would go to Kenjutsu classes and practice Japanese swordsmanship out of his own personal interest. His father had objected because of the danger of injury, but Dale had his ways with his dad, especially since he shared interests in the way of the blade as well. As with school work, he excelled in his Kenjutsu classes as well. The technique he had developed with the accuracy with his sword would also aide him later with his aim with a pistol.
Being a loner, there weren't many people he looked up to, but he considered his father his hero. His intuition was very advanced for a child, and he could see the struggles his father went through to take care of him and better their quality of living. He was often like Dale, his nose pressed in his book, but he always treated him right, and they would make time to spend with each other no matter what. These simple things brought Dale to admire his father more than any other. He wasn't very involved with his mother, but he still found time to spend with her as well from time to time. Inside he was loving, even if he normally seemed cold and detached on the outside.
What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:
It all had happened very quickly for Dale on that fateful day. One moment Dale was studying at his desk in his room, and the next chaos ensued. His mother had come plowing past his bedroom door and over to him in his room with a young cheerleader type, his babysitter, trailing behind and shouting incoherently at her. She slammed his book closed it in front of him and brought his face up in her hands to tell him that they were leaving, and to grab anything important to him. He grabbed his backpack instinctively, and then grabbed the hand-forged katana his father had got him as a reward for winning a big swordsmanship tournament off it's display. At the time he couldn't think of anything else to grab, blind to the dangers outside, and began to walk out the door with his mother.
His front door was quickly darkened by gruesome, mutilated 'people', and before he knew it, his mother was pinned down, an undead on her chest, and another tearing at the flesh on her calf. The babysitter couldn't move out of fear, and her screams pierced his ears like some sound from hell. Hardly even thinking, he pulled his sword out, and cleaved the zombie's head that snapped down at her neck in two. He clamored over the dead zombie, and less gracefully hacked at the other one's head as well. They both lay dead, no other in site, but outside the chaos was more noticeable as the living ran or tried to defend themselves from the undead.
The babysitter finally snapped to it, and with tears in her eyes ran to his mother's leg, and after a moment of panic created a tourniquet, and slowed the bleeding down. Dale stared blankly outside, and as the shadow of the young girl carrying his mother over her shoulder passed him and she prompted for him to follow, he snapped to and ran to the car with her. She placed his mother in the back seat and they got in the front. The streets were clogged and in disarray, so the young girl decided grassy fields were the best route. They bumped and slid along as she tried to make way to a hospital. Dale held his mother's hand, and she smiled at him in reply. They never made it to the hospital, and after the two finished arguing about whether to keep going, the girl drove out of town thinking it safer.
Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:
After the two got out of town, Dale and Tessa, the babysitter which had hadn't even known the name of before, witnessed his mother come back to life. They were looking for anything that could help them from a abandoned police car in some rural area. She left the vehicle, wobbling to and fro, and came at Tessa, snapping her teeth at Tessa's face. Dale stared in shock and disbelief, and he tried to get his mother's living corpse off Tessa, tears finally welling from his eye from all that had happened. He spotted a pistol laying on the floor of the cruiser, which probably fell from the open glove box, and he quickly picked it up and aimed it at his mother.
He had to force away the tears to aim, but they soon cleared and he took the shot. It hit her shoulder, and managed to get her attention enough for her to approach him instead. She stumbled over to him, he raised the gun, and as she fell over him, he shot again, and the bullet tore through her skull. She fell over him lifeless, and until Tessa pulled the body off of him and pulled him into an embrace, he just laid weeping. The two moved on from there, and managed to survive for a long while on their own, but eventually Tessa got bit, and passed away. The two had developed feelings, as she had only been a few years older, and shortly after he turned fourteen, she made him into a man. The loss of the people he loved, and then the loss of his new love,Tessa, afterwards made him become even more solitary. Now he roams the landscape, simply surviving and nothing more.