Post by Clark Edmonds on Sept 16, 2017 3:10:27 GMT -5
Full Name:
-Clark Edmonds
Aliases:
-None
Avatar Photo: Face claim: Cristobal Tapia Montt
Age:
-42
Gender:
-Male
Appearance:
-Dirty and disheveled Clark doesn't pay much attention to his appearance. His beard is scruffy and his eyes are incensed. He can be somewhat off putting to those he first meets. Usually wearing a dusty jacket and a pair of jeans; Clark looks just like an average survivor making it in the apocalypse.
Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):
-Writer/ Novelist
Hometown (city, state, country):
-Lexington, Kentucky, USA
Relationships (relatives, friends,...):
-Carly Edmonds - Wife - Deceased
-No other relationships
Weapons (currently in possession):
-Large buck knife
Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):
-Notebook /w penci
-Backpack
-Crumpled pack of cigarettes w/ lighter
-Baseball cap
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Mode of transportation:
-Walking
List 3 or more good personality traits:
-Creative
-Intelligent
-Honest
List 3 or more bad personality traits:
-Cynical
-Smart mouth
-Overactive imagination
List 3 strengths:
-Fortifying camps with defenses
-Hand to hand combat
-Guerilla warfare tactics
List 3 flaws:
-Only cares about self interest and has interest in helping others. Has a loner mentality that will not get him very far.
-Slightly paranoid
-Rubs people the wrong way (Upon first meeting Clark comes off as gruff and agitated, this doesn't get any better the longer you know him. It is how he acts and is not a case of him being leery around new people it is simply him.)
Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
-Before the outbreak Clark was a famous writer. His books were sort of niche. They fell into the horror / sci fi genre and captivated a small audience. His books never really flew off of the shelves but he found a nice little living out of his substantial fan base. His wife was never really a fan of his work. She found it to graphic and violent for her tastes. Clark was tired of writing horror himself. He wanted to move more into something lighthearted and fun. He was afraid of what his fan base would think of the change however, so he kept churning out what they wanted instead.
Clarks marriage was happy for the most part. It wasn't falling apart at the seems, but they coasted on the familiar for sure. They had their routines and their rituals. Clark would spend most of his night locked in his study writing while she did... Whatever. Right before bed they would share dinner and talk. He could feel the distance growing between them. He never put in much effort to his marriage because he felt like he was stuck. He felt like his life existed in a crack and his life moved nowhere. Professionally he was stuck, romantically he was uninspired. Clark's life was a consistent example of the mundane.
What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:
-To say the world ended without Clark noticing would be an understatement. Clark didn't even realize that someone had come into his house and killed his wife. She was sleeping on the couch that morning. Clark came out o his room in a robe and his pajamas early in the morning and made himself some coffee. He took his mug outside to get the paper off the front porch and neglected to close the door fully when he stepped back inside. Clark took a glance at his sleeping wife and shook his head. With a huff he walked back to the bedroom to lay in bed and mope. He had writer's block and it was pissing him off.
He hadn't slept much the night before. He stayed up trying to get a few more pages down. His wife had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for him to come in and watch a movie. He didn't rightly care. He was cranky and annoyed. He downed his coffee and sat in his desk chair. Clark stared at the type writer in front of him for a few moments and sneered. He wasn't feeling particularly inspired. He groaned and stood from the chair. Crashing back in bed it wasn't long before he was asleep. His bedroom door was closed. Out in the living room his wife rolled over on the remote turning the tv show back on. The sound drew one of the dead in from outside and it sunk it's teeth into her neck before she could even utter a scream. Clark was sleeping the whole time his wife bled out on the couch. Eventually someone screaming outside would draw the walker back out the front door. Clark would awake later to find his wife dead with no clue how it happened. Though he didn't even discover this until later that night.
Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:
-Life was different after the apocalypse. It slowly began to mirror some of the horrors he wrote about. Pages dripping in metaphorical blood now became his life. He wrote about the horrors of outer space and creatures from other planets. The walkers were like creatures from another planet. It was something the world had never seen and now his entire life was soaked in blood. Clark was never a particularly violent man. Not before anyways. Surviving the last four years he defiantly had some blood on his hands. In every instance it was either them or him though.
Clark stayed on the move. He never really felt at home anywhere. After a few nights he would start to feel the itch to pack up and leave. He made a living of fantasizing about the worst things his imagination could think of. That bled into his real life to some degree. His overactive imagination has made him a bit paranoid. He tends to see people as more of a threat than a help and he doesn't mind being alone. The isolation gives him peace of mind and a sense of safety. Clark just keeps moving. He has become leery of large groups and wants no part of them. He has stayed with the occasional stranger from time to time. Clark never delves to far into his personal life before or what he was. Not many people recognize his former minor celebrity status as a writer. There's not much of himself that he recognizes either, if he's being completely honest.