Post by Tyrell Reeves on Aug 19, 2017 17:14:04 GMT -5
Full Name:
- Tyrell Reeves
Aliases:
- "Ty"
-
Avatar Photo:
- Sinqua Walls
Age:
- 25
Gender:
- Male
Appearance:
- Dark brown skin, black hair, brown eyes. His hair is kept short 6 foot even. His weight fluctuates but he overall maintains a stocky build. Shorter limbs and larger hands.
Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):
- Correctional officer
Hometown (city, state, country):
- Jackson, Mississipi, United States of America
Relationships (relatives, friends,...):
- Levi and Dara Reeves [Parents, Deceased]
Weapons (currently in possession):
- Bowie Knife
- Glock 17
Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):
- Hiking Backpack
- 2-gallon jug of water
- Assortment of canned goods (6 in total)
- Gauze
- Duct tape
Mode of transportation:
- 2004 Dodge Caravan
List 3 or more good personality traits:
- Self reliant
- Principled
- Observant
-
-
List 3 or more bad personality traits:
- Circumspect
- Egocentric
- Quick to anger
-
-
List 3 strengths:
- Military/first aid training
- Inventive
- Conviction of Character
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-
List 3 flaws:
- Mild Alcoholism
- indecisive during crisis
- Prone to bouts of melancholy
-
-
Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
-Tyrell was born to a poor family, a family in backwoods Mississippi where the most people could hope for was to work in agriculture. That was never enough for him- he wanted adventure, he wanted something more, so when he was 17 he ran away from home to join the military, carrying forged documents to indicate his parents had consented. They weren't particularly good forgeries, but the Navy recruiter was eager to pad his numbers and looked the other way. Within two weeks Ty found himself in a bus with several others, headed to the Navy's only boot camp, in Michigan. He was miserable but stuck with it because he didn't want to have the double shame of running from home and not being able to make it as a sailor.
He passed boot camp in the middle of the pack and entered the Navy as an enlisted man. For the next few years, he stayed in the Navy, not particularly enjoying it but lacking another purpose in his life. He applied for SEAL training once but flunked out. He lived what was essentially a barebones and undisciplined life- keeping to the very minimum possible standards for cleanliness and having a minimal social life. The sense of purposelessness began to lift, however, when he met Jessica Robertson, a waitress who lived in the town where he was commonly stationed. Recognizing that he would never be fit to conduct a romance as he was living, Ty began branching out and cleaning up his life, making more associates, and taking up a hobby of painting miniatures. Jessica, though fond of him, ended up marrying another rman.
Ty was called away from civilian life for a tour of duty in Iraq. He participated in the naval bombardment of Iraqi forces, then a week or two of boredom as ground forces took over, and finally managed to acquire some shore leave. Both shore leave and tour of duty were cut short when Ty was injured on duty. He suffered burns over sections of the right side of his body, and shrapnel becoming embedded in his leg. The bone healed, but not the way it had been, and he's has walked with an occasional limp since.
Ty slipped into a depression that lasted months, but the need for money forced him out of it and he went job-hunting once again. As it turns out, there aren't many jobs ex-military without a college degree can get. Torsten was nearly desperate when he applied for a federal Administrative Maximum Facility guard position. But they finally gave him a job, and due to a shortage of female prison workers, he was eventually assigned to work in the women's cell block. It didn't pay much, but it's enough for him and his simple needs.
What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:
- Ty was sitting with his arms propping his head up on the bar counter. Not many were still lingering near his small section of the establishment which gave him ample time to contemplate his situation and the fact that he was coming down from what he believed were watered down drinks much sooner than he would have liked. The fact that he was one of the few people in the bar that wasn't conversing with associates, or actively ordering drinks, had brought the attention of multiple people over the hour.
It had seemed like such a good idea to try out something different from the norm. Visit a new bar and potentially meet some new people while he was at it. However, he was now beginning to regret his decision. The music pounded on his eardrums, there were far too many people for his liking, and not to mention he was likely to be held up the moment he was five feet away from the door. His hair was a mess, and what little of it there was matted to his head. His skin was drenched with his own sweat, soaking the plaid shirt and denim jeans that he had been wearing. He was soon hauling himself to his feet, determining it was prime time to turn in for the night. Once he was upright his pace was brisk and deliberate, greatly contrasting his behavior just a moment prior.
He'd noticed the woman standing on the side of the road from ways off. Apart from a few sideways glances in her direction he hadn't given her much thought. Though the moment she had stepped underneath the illumination of the light overhead, he was much more susceptible to just how out of it she looked. Her eyes bloodshot and dazed, the skin of her lips peeling back and in some cases chipping away like glue. Her arm was outstretched to him as she hobbled towards the center of the road with a bow-legged gait.
He turned his head to observe their surroundings while his hands disappeared into his pockets, soon emerging with a crumpled packet of cigarettes and a lighter. His gaze drifted back to the woman just as he passed by her and pulled a cigarette from his packet, placing it between his teeth. He lifted his zippo to his lips flicked it open and rolled it with his thumb. He inhaled slowly as he lighted the cigarette while his free hand shielded the lighter from the wind.
Once the smoke had filled his lungs Ty plucked the cigarette from his and lips, turning his head behind him just as a thick cloud of smoke emerged from his mouth. The woman was following him, blatantly following him with a gaze that never seemed to look away or blink. She never once turned her attention elsewhere. not even when another person, a man this time, shambled from the darkness of an alley they were passing and joined her in that slow clumsy march in his direction.
His pace quickened then, unsure of what to think of these two obviously delusional individuals. He had broken into a jog and by the time he took another glance over his shoulder more than ten people had joined the original two. They came in all shapes and sizes. Men, women, young, old, all of them marching in unison.
He was in a full sprint now. Cursing the throbbing pain in his leg as he half limped himself as fast as he could. People were emerging from seemingly every crack and crevice around him, some clearly trying to get away from their persistent pursuers just as he was and others joining the hordes of shufflers.
Voices rose over the ongoing sound of constant drone behind him. He could see people signaling him from the top of a convenience store. It was a relatively" short run to get inside of the double wooden doors and slam them shut behind him. The early morning and afternoon of that day was spent with the diverse group of people huddled around their television, eagerly awaiting any updates or news of the ongoing crisis that was sweeping the country.
Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:
- Getting out of small town Mississipi was easy enough if one knew how to survive off the fat of the land and avoided the few populated areas of the state. Of course the threat was lurkers was everpresent, and everytime someone let their guard down and succumbed to the horde Ty let it be a reminder to not make the same mistake. He wasn't quick on his feet, at least not to the degree of most other people. The use of vehicles was more of a hinderance than an aid when supplies got low and he needed to scavenge. It took him a year to get into a system of planned out tavel, sticking to the southern states where he could remain somewhat self sufficient and not rely on scavenging to procure all his meals.
So many years travelling around it was almost impossible to avoid groups. The more tolerable ones being the hopeful survivors bunkered down in their own little section of the apocalypse. The wandering troops were a bit more untrustworthy. He had come to that conclusion when he had to make a necessary escape from a total of 8 that seemed to be stalking him as he scavenged in Arkansas. The thought of settling in an area permanantly had occured to him at several points in time. But the idea was never entertained for long given the state of most groups he came across. Supplied would always grow scarce, and eventually things would fall apart. He was better of avoiding that inevitable disaster waiting to happen and settle on his own.
- Tyrell Reeves
Aliases:
- "Ty"
-
Avatar Photo:
- Sinqua Walls
Age:
- 25
Gender:
- Male
Appearance:
- Dark brown skin, black hair, brown eyes. His hair is kept short 6 foot even. His weight fluctuates but he overall maintains a stocky build. Shorter limbs and larger hands.
Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):
- Correctional officer
Hometown (city, state, country):
- Jackson, Mississipi, United States of America
Relationships (relatives, friends,...):
- Levi and Dara Reeves [Parents, Deceased]
Weapons (currently in possession):
- Bowie Knife
- Glock 17
Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):
- Hiking Backpack
- 2-gallon jug of water
- Assortment of canned goods (6 in total)
- Gauze
- Duct tape
Mode of transportation:
- 2004 Dodge Caravan
List 3 or more good personality traits:
- Self reliant
- Principled
- Observant
-
-
List 3 or more bad personality traits:
- Circumspect
- Egocentric
- Quick to anger
-
-
List 3 strengths:
- Military/first aid training
- Inventive
- Conviction of Character
-
-
List 3 flaws:
- Mild Alcoholism
- indecisive during crisis
- Prone to bouts of melancholy
-
-
Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
-Tyrell was born to a poor family, a family in backwoods Mississippi where the most people could hope for was to work in agriculture. That was never enough for him- he wanted adventure, he wanted something more, so when he was 17 he ran away from home to join the military, carrying forged documents to indicate his parents had consented. They weren't particularly good forgeries, but the Navy recruiter was eager to pad his numbers and looked the other way. Within two weeks Ty found himself in a bus with several others, headed to the Navy's only boot camp, in Michigan. He was miserable but stuck with it because he didn't want to have the double shame of running from home and not being able to make it as a sailor.
He passed boot camp in the middle of the pack and entered the Navy as an enlisted man. For the next few years, he stayed in the Navy, not particularly enjoying it but lacking another purpose in his life. He applied for SEAL training once but flunked out. He lived what was essentially a barebones and undisciplined life- keeping to the very minimum possible standards for cleanliness and having a minimal social life. The sense of purposelessness began to lift, however, when he met Jessica Robertson, a waitress who lived in the town where he was commonly stationed. Recognizing that he would never be fit to conduct a romance as he was living, Ty began branching out and cleaning up his life, making more associates, and taking up a hobby of painting miniatures. Jessica, though fond of him, ended up marrying another rman.
Ty was called away from civilian life for a tour of duty in Iraq. He participated in the naval bombardment of Iraqi forces, then a week or two of boredom as ground forces took over, and finally managed to acquire some shore leave. Both shore leave and tour of duty were cut short when Ty was injured on duty. He suffered burns over sections of the right side of his body, and shrapnel becoming embedded in his leg. The bone healed, but not the way it had been, and he's has walked with an occasional limp since.
Ty slipped into a depression that lasted months, but the need for money forced him out of it and he went job-hunting once again. As it turns out, there aren't many jobs ex-military without a college degree can get. Torsten was nearly desperate when he applied for a federal Administrative Maximum Facility guard position. But they finally gave him a job, and due to a shortage of female prison workers, he was eventually assigned to work in the women's cell block. It didn't pay much, but it's enough for him and his simple needs.
What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:
- Ty was sitting with his arms propping his head up on the bar counter. Not many were still lingering near his small section of the establishment which gave him ample time to contemplate his situation and the fact that he was coming down from what he believed were watered down drinks much sooner than he would have liked. The fact that he was one of the few people in the bar that wasn't conversing with associates, or actively ordering drinks, had brought the attention of multiple people over the hour.
It had seemed like such a good idea to try out something different from the norm. Visit a new bar and potentially meet some new people while he was at it. However, he was now beginning to regret his decision. The music pounded on his eardrums, there were far too many people for his liking, and not to mention he was likely to be held up the moment he was five feet away from the door. His hair was a mess, and what little of it there was matted to his head. His skin was drenched with his own sweat, soaking the plaid shirt and denim jeans that he had been wearing. He was soon hauling himself to his feet, determining it was prime time to turn in for the night. Once he was upright his pace was brisk and deliberate, greatly contrasting his behavior just a moment prior.
He'd noticed the woman standing on the side of the road from ways off. Apart from a few sideways glances in her direction he hadn't given her much thought. Though the moment she had stepped underneath the illumination of the light overhead, he was much more susceptible to just how out of it she looked. Her eyes bloodshot and dazed, the skin of her lips peeling back and in some cases chipping away like glue. Her arm was outstretched to him as she hobbled towards the center of the road with a bow-legged gait.
He turned his head to observe their surroundings while his hands disappeared into his pockets, soon emerging with a crumpled packet of cigarettes and a lighter. His gaze drifted back to the woman just as he passed by her and pulled a cigarette from his packet, placing it between his teeth. He lifted his zippo to his lips flicked it open and rolled it with his thumb. He inhaled slowly as he lighted the cigarette while his free hand shielded the lighter from the wind.
Once the smoke had filled his lungs Ty plucked the cigarette from his and lips, turning his head behind him just as a thick cloud of smoke emerged from his mouth. The woman was following him, blatantly following him with a gaze that never seemed to look away or blink. She never once turned her attention elsewhere. not even when another person, a man this time, shambled from the darkness of an alley they were passing and joined her in that slow clumsy march in his direction.
His pace quickened then, unsure of what to think of these two obviously delusional individuals. He had broken into a jog and by the time he took another glance over his shoulder more than ten people had joined the original two. They came in all shapes and sizes. Men, women, young, old, all of them marching in unison.
He was in a full sprint now. Cursing the throbbing pain in his leg as he half limped himself as fast as he could. People were emerging from seemingly every crack and crevice around him, some clearly trying to get away from their persistent pursuers just as he was and others joining the hordes of shufflers.
Voices rose over the ongoing sound of constant drone behind him. He could see people signaling him from the top of a convenience store. It was a relatively" short run to get inside of the double wooden doors and slam them shut behind him. The early morning and afternoon of that day was spent with the diverse group of people huddled around their television, eagerly awaiting any updates or news of the ongoing crisis that was sweeping the country.
Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:
- Getting out of small town Mississipi was easy enough if one knew how to survive off the fat of the land and avoided the few populated areas of the state. Of course the threat was lurkers was everpresent, and everytime someone let their guard down and succumbed to the horde Ty let it be a reminder to not make the same mistake. He wasn't quick on his feet, at least not to the degree of most other people. The use of vehicles was more of a hinderance than an aid when supplies got low and he needed to scavenge. It took him a year to get into a system of planned out tavel, sticking to the southern states where he could remain somewhat self sufficient and not rely on scavenging to procure all his meals.
So many years travelling around it was almost impossible to avoid groups. The more tolerable ones being the hopeful survivors bunkered down in their own little section of the apocalypse. The wandering troops were a bit more untrustworthy. He had come to that conclusion when he had to make a necessary escape from a total of 8 that seemed to be stalking him as he scavenged in Arkansas. The thought of settling in an area permanantly had occured to him at several points in time. But the idea was never entertained for long given the state of most groups he came across. Supplied would always grow scarce, and eventually things would fall apart. He was better of avoiding that inevitable disaster waiting to happen and settle on his own.