Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2016 22:43:03 GMT -5
Full name:
- Casey Statwick
Alieases:
- Hey! Dumbfuck
Avatar photo:
Age:
- 35
Gender:
- Male
Appearance: Casey has handsome qualities that make him instantly approachable. He has a friendly, surprisingly bright smile that is charming and irresistable. Casey is friendly; and his bodily language and posture reflect that. His green eyes are always seeming to quietly size things up in the background even when their is an innocent smile on his handsome face. He usually wears a jacket with a hood and black leather gloves.
Occupation ( studies jobs befoer the outbreak ):
- Petty criminal
Hometown ( city state country ):
- Lexington, Kentucky, USA
Relationships (friends, relatives, etc...):
- Helen Statwick - Mother, dead
- Ronny Statwick - Brother, missing
Weapons ( currently in possesion ):
- Crowbar
- Snub nose revolver
- Machete with a olive green handle
- Hand grenade ( Not sure if it works or not )
Items ( backpack, clothing, first aid kits, etc....):
- pair of black leather gloves
- a few packs of dry romen noodles
- cigerettes and a lighter
- messenger bag ( hangs from shoulder strap )
- Lock pick set
- Tool for breaking into cars quickly
- lucky underwear
Mode of transportation:
List 3 good personality traits:
- Lighthearted and funny
- Kind and compassionate
- Optimistic
List 3 bad personality traits:
- Clumsy and uncoordinated
- Short sighted ( in terms of goals only thinks about the short term gain )
- Procrastinator
List 3 stregnths:
- Hotwiring
- Lockpicking
- Lying convincingly
List 3 flaws:
- Not very stealthy ( Has a heavy foot when walking around )
- No medical knowledge ( Not even basic CPR )
- Overcompensates ( Sometimes goes out of his way to proove himself even if it it is not nessecary )
What was your character's life like before the outbreak?
Before the outbreak Casey found himself in and out of trouble with the law. Minor things here and there, speeding, drunk and disorderly. He wasn't stupid enough to get caught on any major offenses; yet he was stupid enough to get caught on the minor ones. Casey wasn't one of those guys who say they had trouble readjusting to life outside or prison. Hence, why they kept getting locked up. No, Casey was just careless and a bit of an idiot. He was good at what he did though. He was quick with a lockpick set. He could steal a car in under two minutes, and he was good at not leaving behind any traces that he was there; unless of course you count the broken vases, from bumping into things, or the muddy footprints left in a hallway of a home he was breaking into or a hundred other carelss mistakes. It was a wonder he didn't serve serious time. Casey was light fingered and quick; a real good guy to have on any crew as long as he paid attention. He had the skills to be a great criminal, but his absentminded way of turning everything into a clusterfuck ment no one really wanted to work with the guy that was a potential liablity. So he did most of his jobs alone and carved out a decent living for himself when he wasn't sitting in a drunk tank or in traffic court.
What happened to your character on outbreak day?
On outbreak day Casey was taking a much needed day off. Not that he actually had a real job, but being a drain on society was exhausting work and even bad guys needed their rest. Casey was out doing errands, mostly bullshitting his day away chatting with the cute girl at the grocery store. He was out to pick up a few things for dinner. Normal routine stuff, the last normal routine stuff he would ever do, though he didn't know it yet. Casey was laying it on thick, much like he always did with this particular girl. Who he only knew by her name tag, that her name was Molly. Molly was cute, she had shoulder length brown hair and always wore her glasses when she wasn't reading something on top of her head and though she always laughed off his flirtations figuring he was joking ( He was not ) he kept trying. This particular time he had come up with a really great line to tell her. One of thse days, he thought. I'm going to get this girls's phone number. It was his regular trip to the grocery store, pick up a few things, hit on Molly, go home and watch some tv before he crashed on the couch and woke up the next morning. He looked around for her, he even asked her co-workers if she was there. She wasn't some crazy guy had bit her and she left work to go to the hospitle. They had to restrain the guy for the police to show up. And somehow the cops got cuffs on him and threw his ass in the back of a cop car to take him to a hospitle too to get medically checked out... There was something wrong with him. Casey sighed and figured next time he came in he'd bring her a smile and ask her how she was feeling. He looked at his watched it was already 6:43 he didn't want to sit at a hospitle. I'll catch her next time. He thought. He paid for his groceries and went home. When he'd awaken the next morning, The only thing on the news would be the attacks. He'd stay glued to the tv the next day wondering how the world could have ended right under his nose.
What is your character's life like after the apocalypse?
Since the world ended Casey has traveled light, riding from place to place on his motorcycle. He hasn't really stopped for more than a few night at each place he stayed. There was one place, an old motel... But that place got shady fast, he heard moans and branches clawing at the windows at night when the wind blew. He started to feel very closterphobic and didn't want to be trapped by the dead with no way out. So he decided don't bed down, don't get too familiar with a place. If you got to familiar you got to comfortable.... And if you got to comfortable, it was easy to make a mistake that got you killed. And with his reckless clumsy nature he was always attracting the attention of the dead, it was like he couldn't help himself but constantly screw up and put himself in these situations he had to literally fight to survive. Casey has road all around Kentucky, not wanting to leave the state where he grew up. Even in the end of the world nostalgia is a powerful force to battle with. Casey is traveling alone. In his travels he's met up with a few survivors here and there, but never really sticking with a group very long, he was the person in the group most likely to be thrown to the dead for being to much of a "liability" He hated that word. Heard it most of his life, he couldn't help that he was clumsly he was just uncoordinated. Casey is about to discover a small group in Buckwood..... This is where his story picks up.....