Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2017 22:37:23 GMT -5
Full name:
-Gavin Wolf
Aliases:
- "The Big Bad Wolf"
Avatar photo:
Face claim: Jason Bateman
Age:
-33
Gender:
- Male
Appearance:
- Gavin has short messy brown here and kind brown eyes. He is average height and slender with lean muscle. He doesn't come across as a very aggressive person.... At first. Until the subtle hints start to sink in. He almost always has a smile on his face. He seems outwardly like a normal nice person. A rare find in the apocalypse. Until you realize his eyes aren't kind, they are calculating. Quietly sizing you up. He doesn't seem so friendly once you realize he is smiling because he is quietly thinking about how he is going to kill you and make what was once yours, his.
Occupation ( studies, job before the outbreak ):
- Owned and drove a "Mr. Swirly" Ice-cream Truck
- Armature taxidermist - Hobby
- Undiagnosed borderline sociopath
Hometown ( ctiy, state, country):
- Bronx, New York, USA
Relationships:
- A small group in which Gavin has found himself the leader of ( including himself the group contains 6 men, no women )
Weapons ( currently in possession ):
- Machete ( Hangs from belt )
- Bowie knife ( Hangs from belt )
- Framing hammer ( Hangs from belt )
- 9 mm Handgun ( In hip holster )
- M16 Rifle ( Hangs from strap on shoulder )
( Gavin prefers Bludgeoning weapons and cutterly to firearms )
Items ( backpacks, clothing, first aid kits, etc.... ):
-A metal, bulletproof mask with a custom paintjob to look scary; (stictches in the mouth of the mask are painted on to symbolize his love of taxidermy ) The mask protects him from headshots ( When not worn mask can be flipped up to sit on top of his head or is hanging from his backpack )
- Bullet proof vest ( Stolen off a dead cop who was bit and turned )
- Backpack
- Flashlight
- Sewing kit ( including needle and thread with spare needles )
- Various perservative chemicals used for his taxidermy hobby ( Which he still practices from time to time )
- A cassette player with headphones and spare batteries
- Various self help tapes with motivational speakings on them ( Used to amp himself up... Tapes include self help titles suchs as "You're a winner" "Survival of the smartest" and "Take what belongs to YOU!" These tapes justify his crazy homicidal tendency to TAKE what he thinks belongs to HIM
- A pair of black leather gloves
- A pack of cigerettes and a zippo lighter
Mode of transportation:
School Bus rigged with Christmas lights for internal lighting.
Gavin's whole group travels in a converted school bus painted green
List 3 good personality traits:
- Creative ( Believes himself to be very artistic with his taxidermy creations )
- Charismatic
- Intellegent
List 3 bad personality traits:
- Demented
- Unempathetic
- Vengeful
List 3 strengths:
- Can stitch wounds closed ( Taxidermy has told him how to delicatly stitch together flesh )
- Very good at manipulation and rallying people to join his cause ( Whatever that may be at the time )
- Very dangerous hand to hand combatant ( With a blunt object or a blade of some kind, Gavin is very dangerous )
List 3 flaws:
- Suffers from schiophrenia ( When he indulges in his hobby of taxidermy, that is when his delusions mainifest, he hears voices coming from the subjects of his taxidermy projects. Though they are just inanimate objects now, he believes that they talk to him and give him advice. Wheather it be small animals he's taxidermied or even humans! )
- Holds his "Taxidermy Art" as a high priority. If he sees someone that would make a good "project" he'll stop at nothing to secure them, even putting himself and his group in danger to get to them. He becomes blind to anything else besides finding a way to make that person his for his collection.
- Chronic nightmares
Describe your character's life before the outbreak:
- Before the outbreak Gavin drove his icrecream truck up and down the block. He would serve icecream to the kids. All the while he would watch, and wait. Looking for the right person to grab. He often spent his free time in his basement stitching together frankenstien monster creations. The head of a frog with the body of a sparrow that looked like a flying frog. Or the body of a snake with the head of a mouse. He would spend hours practicing and honing his taxidermy craft. He couldn't get liscened though. He was denied so, he did his work privately just for the pure joy of it. He was working his way up to his ultimate creation. A human being. He often wondered what it'd be like to work with such a specimen. But he had to work up the nerve to get grab someone. It wasn't that he was afraid of getting caught and going to jail. To be honest the thought of getting caught never even entered his mind as a possibilty.... No, no what held him back was the fear of not being able to handle the challenge. After all he had never taxidermied a human before. He listened to motivational self help tapes to maybe help him get the nerve. He was still working up the nerve to grab someone when the world suddenly ended out from under him.
Describe what happened to your character on outbreak day:
- On outbreak day Gavin was out driving his truck. He was bored. He was tired of pandering to snot nosed little brats and their sticky fingers clawing at the icecream bars in his hand. He wanted to go home and work on his latest project. It was an owl mixed with a cat. The neighbor's cat had gone missing, Gavin quietly avoided eye contact with the neighbor whenever they happened to cross paths. Today was as boring as any other day, until Gavin looked out his window as he waited for some stupid kid to read the menu. Off behind him there was a guy who was stumbling down the street. Was he drunk? He was walking this way..... Perhaps he was high. Gavin had a lot of people who were high run up to his truck to satisfy their munchies.... He got a little closer. Yep his eyes definatly looked red. Gavin lost interest and looked back to the stupid chubby kid who was picking his nose as he read the menu.
Fat oinker of a child: Uhhhh.... i'lllllll havvvvvve the...... uhhhhhh
The stumbling stoner had finally made his way over and to Gavin's surprise and delight he leaned down and bit the kid's throat out! Gavin watched in shocked excited glee. There was so much blood. Is that what it was like to work with human canvas? How.... Delightfully messy! Gavin watched a few moments longer before a woman who saw what was happening screamed, drawing the attention of more people. Gavin drove off. He didn't want his truck asscoicated with the murder of a child! That's how fucking uban legends get started. He drove home, the whole way he couldn't stop thinking about what he had seen. It wasn't that he was shaken or rattled. He was elated. He got to his house when his neighbor he had been avoiding yelled to him.
Neighbor: Hey Gavin have you seen mitsy?
Gavin: Nope, Ned. I sure havent buddy sorry
Neighbor: I hope the attackers didn't get her.
Gavin: Attackers?
Neighbor: Don't you watch the news?
The neighbor went inside shaking his head. He was worried about his cat and didn't have time for his clueless neighbor Gavin Wolf. He didn't know that his cat was in Gavin's basement already dead and halfway through it's transformation. Gavin opened the door to his house and stopped a moment. He was looking at a stuffed German shepard that was sitting beside his recliner. It was staring at him.
German sheperad: He knows Gavin! Get rid of Mitsy!
Gavin: Shut up he doesn't know shit!
Gavin said turning on the news and ignoring the german shepard. As if he was completely used to the idea of a dead stuffed dog talking to him, which he was. He turned on the news and sat down in his recliner. For the rest of the day his eyes were glued to the carnage on the screen. It was so exciting, there was so much blood. Gavin silently wished he could feel that warm blood rushing over his knuckles as he watched in quiet amazement.
Describe your character's life after the apocalypse:
Now days Gavin is the leader of a small group of bandits. They rob and they kill mostly take whatever they want and Gavin sits at the head of this little 6 man hydra. He is as ruthless and mericless as any of the men in his group and none of them dare cross Gavin. They know the sick fucked up mind he has and the last one who challeneged him Gavin beat him to death with a hammer laughing hysterically as he did it. The guy he beat to death was a big motherfucker. Big and jacked muscles and Gavin, a small bookworm looking guy killed him easily. Gavin was a decent guy to have in charge as long as you didn't piss him off you didn't end up one of his special taxidermy projects. Anyone they killed though..... Gavin would look over the corpses, see if any caught his eyes, maybe they had interesting eyes or nice skin. Gavin was very choosy with who he took on as a project. Unless you crossed him, then he would turn you in to a monster, half man half beast.... But for those he wanted to excute his artisted freedom with he was happy to just preserve your body through taxidermy and pose you in statuesque poses. No one had the balls to question what Gavin did with his bodies..... They moved around from place to place and when they did they all rode in the bus... Gavin always drove. It was so hard to tell what he was thinking he was always just....... Smiling at you, even when he was angry. Gavin and his group had settled down for the time being..... Gavin has set up shop in an old musem. He has a few taxidermied dead bodies displayed in large glass boxes, and after they got the power running again they have spotlights shinning down on the boxes. Gavin sits on a throne stolen from a display set up for Louis the XIII. He sits on a throne in the center of his house of horrors set up not far from Yankee's Stadium in New York. Outside is a walker chained to a pillar with a hand painted sign that reads "Welcome to Gavin's Musem of Curiosities and Wonders!"