Post by Logan Mendez on Nov 4, 2017 22:04:35 GMT -5
Full Name:
-Logan Michael Mendez
Aliases:
-The Feral
-The Savage
Avatar Photo: Michiel Huisman
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Age:
-20 (Pre-Outbreak)
-24 (Post Outbreak)
Gender:
-Male
Appearance:
-A tall, slender man, Logan stands as an unkempt yet intimidating figure. Electric blue eyes with large bags underneath them, product of acute insomnia, frame his haunted face, along with a mop of messy brown hair and an unkempt beard. A large scar runs through one of his cheeks, rising across one of his eyes, as if the weapon barely avoided said eye. He's well built despite beginning to suffer the effects of malnutrition, still well built and slim-bodied due to his physically active life-style.
-His upper body is covered in a plethora of scars, product of the dangerous post-apocalyptic enviroment, knife wounds and bullet wounds run rampant across his body. His arms are the most affected, even sporting burn marks with his knuckles being the most affected after being over-used for violent purposes. His wrists and ankles hold the markings of dozens of tight ropes and his entire back seems to be covered with long scars that resemble the marks of a whip.
-His hands are almost constantly covered by bandages that reach up just below the elbows. He uses them mostly to protect his hands and knuckles from the elements and in fights to avoid further damage to his hands. These bandages are usually torn, dirty or bloodied.
-His body lenguage seems to be constantly on edge, with eyes constantly darting around in search of threats and escape routes. He suffers from ticks on his eyes and hands, particularly when he's getting anxious, his triggerfinger will usually twitch when he's on edge.
Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):
-University Student
Hometown (city, state, country):
-Phoenix, Arizona, United States of America
Relationships (relatives, friends,...):
-Father (Deceased)
-Mother (Deceased)
-Girlfriend (Deceased)
-Lucian Wilkes (Best Friend/Traveling Companion. Unknown, Separated
-Daniel Mendez (Older Brother. Unknown/Separated)
-Jonathan Mendez (Younger Brother Unknown/Separated)
Weapons (currently in possession):
-A Kukri
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-A crowbar (the lower side sharpened for use as a thrusting weapon)
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-A Glock
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-A Remington 1858
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-A sawn-off double barreled shotgun
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Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):
-An old, worn and torn black leather jacket he's been using since the start. His most prized possession. He wears it open most of the time
-A black hoodie underneath, with the hood being mostly used to conceal his face and offer protection of the elements.
-A red T-shirt.
(All pieces of clothing are old and worn. Marked by time and violence, patches and bulletholes are not uncommon)
-A black scarf, used mostly to cover the face up in the presence of smoke or to conceal his identity
-Goggles, when not worn they usually hang alongside the scarf around his neck
-Blue jeans, the torn knees are usually covered with red fabric.
-Black fingerless gloves, wool
-Brown hiking boots, heavily patched and stitched.
-A blue and red backpack with a single strap.
-A metal canteen
-An assortment of various painkiller pills, bandages, alcohol and stitching material
Mode of transportation:
-On foot
List 3 or more good personality traits:
-Intelligent
-Decisive
-Cautious
-Focused
-Creative
-Determined
-Dedicated
-Street-smart
List 3 or more bad personality traits:
-Paranoid
-Violent
-Short-tempered
-Haunted
-Aggresive
-Vindictive
-Usually merciless
-Has speaking problems
List 3 strengths:
-Strategist
-Natural-born brawler
-Hunter
List 3 flaws:
-Extremely violent
-Suffers hallucinations
-No training
Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
-Logan grew up as a city boy in Phoenix alongside his 2 brothers. A shy, introverted boy, leadership usually led to his siblings dragging him around town for childish adventures than would lead them to troublesome situations in their teenage years. His father was a stern yet gentle man, him and their mother, a rather smart yet sharp-tongued lady, despite their low-income, gave their suns happy, care-free youths.
His parents taught him the values of justice, gentleness and hope.
He met his girlfriend as a teenager, a high-school sweetheart. Ellie, smart, confident and a bit crazy, he would say, was a rather lively young woman, full of dreams and hell-bent on helping Logan move forward in life despite his economical situation.
Logan would later say that he would have never gotten the scholarship without her.
She would always say he was being silly.
What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:
-His older brother had gone out of town to join the Army and his younger one had just joined the police. Logan would always regret not being able to see them one more time. When it happened he had been driving home with Ellie beside him, it was his mother's birthday and he wanted her to be there.
Pandemonium broke loose on the high-way, something weird was happening, police everywhere, military not far behind. Rioters? He didn't know, people were all over the place, some shouting, some running and before they could grasp at the reality at hand the gun-fire began.
Logan drove as fast as he could home, gathered his family and they tried to barricade themselves inside their home as chaos swept through the streets.
A few days later the decision was made, they needed to get out, get information, know what was happening out there.
They found out soon enough.
The dead had risen.
The city was swiftly abandoned, from afar they watched as Phoenix burned.
The road would be their home now, among refugees and the open-sky.
Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:
-On the road they survive how they could. Him and his family, they hunted, scavanged, gathered. Helped others when they could. For a while it seemed bearable, temporal, order would be soon restored, therefore kindness was needed, cooperation.
But as the days went by and the radio chatter died, kindness dwindled, lawlessness led to anarchy, disorder, cruelty. Looters became bandits, the strong began to prey upon the weak as the dead advanced, unrelenting, an undead legion to feast upon the remains of civilization.
They still tried, to be kind, to take only what they needed, to help. They were lucky, having never found themselves with one of the roving gangs of bandits that prowled the roads.
Until they found them that is.
They were hunted like dogs, his father gunned down before him and Logan was held down and forced to witness as those wicked men defiled his mother and his lover. They beat him, laughing as his family screamed and suffered, they beat him black and blue, bloody and bruised.
But they left him alive, to agonize under the scorching sun and to finish off the undead, mutilated remains of the people he loved.
He looked at the corpses of the people he loved and vowed to avenge them.
And he did.
Before he had only killed the dead, never felt good about it, but never the living. Now he hunted them, the gang, across the road, a phantom that took them in the night to make them suffer for the pain they had caused him, for what they did to his family.
But when all was said and done and the last one of them was dead, Logan felt...hollow.
He survived how he could, kept travelling, kept fighting, killing, living. He tried to be good, to honor the memory of his family and the woman he loved. But...it didn't work, the roads only got harder, food scarcer, people more deranged, more violent.
And everyone...just died.
He tried, tried to help, to keep them alive. Every group, every community, somehow they kept turning to ash, he couldn't save them, couldn't save anyone.
Everyone who joined him died, no matter how hard he tried, he was left alone again and again and each time it happened, he lost a part of himself, his sanity began to chip away.
Out there on the roads he lost his mind.
Reduced himself to a wild animal, a creature reduced to a simple instinct: Survive.
No price too high, no atrocity too great, anything to keep his body breathing for reasons he can't comprehend.
Now he prowls the roads as a lone scavenger, a man alone with ghosts in the edge of his vision and dark whispers in his ears. Haunted by those he couldn't save and the things he has done.
-Logan Michael Mendez
Aliases:
-The Feral
-The Savage
Avatar Photo: Michiel Huisman
- i0.wp.com/thats-normal.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/03/michiel-huisman-hair.jpg?resize=570%2C757
Age:
-20 (Pre-Outbreak)
-24 (Post Outbreak)
Gender:
-Male
Appearance:
-A tall, slender man, Logan stands as an unkempt yet intimidating figure. Electric blue eyes with large bags underneath them, product of acute insomnia, frame his haunted face, along with a mop of messy brown hair and an unkempt beard. A large scar runs through one of his cheeks, rising across one of his eyes, as if the weapon barely avoided said eye. He's well built despite beginning to suffer the effects of malnutrition, still well built and slim-bodied due to his physically active life-style.
-His upper body is covered in a plethora of scars, product of the dangerous post-apocalyptic enviroment, knife wounds and bullet wounds run rampant across his body. His arms are the most affected, even sporting burn marks with his knuckles being the most affected after being over-used for violent purposes. His wrists and ankles hold the markings of dozens of tight ropes and his entire back seems to be covered with long scars that resemble the marks of a whip.
-His hands are almost constantly covered by bandages that reach up just below the elbows. He uses them mostly to protect his hands and knuckles from the elements and in fights to avoid further damage to his hands. These bandages are usually torn, dirty or bloodied.
-His body lenguage seems to be constantly on edge, with eyes constantly darting around in search of threats and escape routes. He suffers from ticks on his eyes and hands, particularly when he's getting anxious, his triggerfinger will usually twitch when he's on edge.
Occupation (studies and job before the outbreak):
-University Student
Hometown (city, state, country):
-Phoenix, Arizona, United States of America
Relationships (relatives, friends,...):
-Father (Deceased)
-Mother (Deceased)
-Girlfriend (Deceased)
-Lucian Wilkes (Best Friend/Traveling Companion. Unknown, Separated
-Daniel Mendez (Older Brother. Unknown/Separated)
-Jonathan Mendez (Younger Brother Unknown/Separated)
Weapons (currently in possession):
-A Kukri
images.ontheedgebrands.com/images/A17-SGMC11N.jpg
-A crowbar (the lower side sharpened for use as a thrusting weapon)
images.mentalfloss.com/sites/default/files/istock_000027898872_small.jpg?resize=1100x740
-A Glock
us.glock.com/img/summer17/g17fs.png
-A Remington 1858
www.imfdb.org/images/thumb/9/92/Remington1858-1.jpg/325px-Remington1858-1.jpg
-A sawn-off double barreled shotgun
www.imfdb.org/images/thumb/a/a3/SawedoffshotgunUntouchables.jpg/450px-SawedoffshotgunUntouchables.jpg
Items (clothing, backpacks, first-aid kits, etc...):
-An old, worn and torn black leather jacket he's been using since the start. His most prized possession. He wears it open most of the time
-A black hoodie underneath, with the hood being mostly used to conceal his face and offer protection of the elements.
-A red T-shirt.
(All pieces of clothing are old and worn. Marked by time and violence, patches and bulletholes are not uncommon)
-A black scarf, used mostly to cover the face up in the presence of smoke or to conceal his identity
-Goggles, when not worn they usually hang alongside the scarf around his neck
-Blue jeans, the torn knees are usually covered with red fabric.
-Black fingerless gloves, wool
-Brown hiking boots, heavily patched and stitched.
-A blue and red backpack with a single strap.
-A metal canteen
-An assortment of various painkiller pills, bandages, alcohol and stitching material
Mode of transportation:
-On foot
List 3 or more good personality traits:
-Intelligent
-Decisive
-Cautious
-Focused
-Creative
-Determined
-Dedicated
-Street-smart
List 3 or more bad personality traits:
-Paranoid
-Violent
-Short-tempered
-Haunted
-Aggresive
-Vindictive
-Usually merciless
-Has speaking problems
List 3 strengths:
-Strategist
-Natural-born brawler
-Hunter
List 3 flaws:
-Extremely violent
-Suffers hallucinations
-No training
Describe your character's life before the Apocalypse:
-Logan grew up as a city boy in Phoenix alongside his 2 brothers. A shy, introverted boy, leadership usually led to his siblings dragging him around town for childish adventures than would lead them to troublesome situations in their teenage years. His father was a stern yet gentle man, him and their mother, a rather smart yet sharp-tongued lady, despite their low-income, gave their suns happy, care-free youths.
His parents taught him the values of justice, gentleness and hope.
He met his girlfriend as a teenager, a high-school sweetheart. Ellie, smart, confident and a bit crazy, he would say, was a rather lively young woman, full of dreams and hell-bent on helping Logan move forward in life despite his economical situation.
Logan would later say that he would have never gotten the scholarship without her.
She would always say he was being silly.
What happened to your character on Outbreak Day?:
-His older brother had gone out of town to join the Army and his younger one had just joined the police. Logan would always regret not being able to see them one more time. When it happened he had been driving home with Ellie beside him, it was his mother's birthday and he wanted her to be there.
Pandemonium broke loose on the high-way, something weird was happening, police everywhere, military not far behind. Rioters? He didn't know, people were all over the place, some shouting, some running and before they could grasp at the reality at hand the gun-fire began.
Logan drove as fast as he could home, gathered his family and they tried to barricade themselves inside their home as chaos swept through the streets.
A few days later the decision was made, they needed to get out, get information, know what was happening out there.
They found out soon enough.
The dead had risen.
The city was swiftly abandoned, from afar they watched as Phoenix burned.
The road would be their home now, among refugees and the open-sky.
Describe your character's life after the Apocalypse:
-On the road they survive how they could. Him and his family, they hunted, scavanged, gathered. Helped others when they could. For a while it seemed bearable, temporal, order would be soon restored, therefore kindness was needed, cooperation.
But as the days went by and the radio chatter died, kindness dwindled, lawlessness led to anarchy, disorder, cruelty. Looters became bandits, the strong began to prey upon the weak as the dead advanced, unrelenting, an undead legion to feast upon the remains of civilization.
They still tried, to be kind, to take only what they needed, to help. They were lucky, having never found themselves with one of the roving gangs of bandits that prowled the roads.
Until they found them that is.
They were hunted like dogs, his father gunned down before him and Logan was held down and forced to witness as those wicked men defiled his mother and his lover. They beat him, laughing as his family screamed and suffered, they beat him black and blue, bloody and bruised.
But they left him alive, to agonize under the scorching sun and to finish off the undead, mutilated remains of the people he loved.
He looked at the corpses of the people he loved and vowed to avenge them.
And he did.
Before he had only killed the dead, never felt good about it, but never the living. Now he hunted them, the gang, across the road, a phantom that took them in the night to make them suffer for the pain they had caused him, for what they did to his family.
But when all was said and done and the last one of them was dead, Logan felt...hollow.
He survived how he could, kept travelling, kept fighting, killing, living. He tried to be good, to honor the memory of his family and the woman he loved. But...it didn't work, the roads only got harder, food scarcer, people more deranged, more violent.
And everyone...just died.
He tried, tried to help, to keep them alive. Every group, every community, somehow they kept turning to ash, he couldn't save them, couldn't save anyone.
Everyone who joined him died, no matter how hard he tried, he was left alone again and again and each time it happened, he lost a part of himself, his sanity began to chip away.
Out there on the roads he lost his mind.
Reduced himself to a wild animal, a creature reduced to a simple instinct: Survive.
No price too high, no atrocity too great, anything to keep his body breathing for reasons he can't comprehend.
Now he prowls the roads as a lone scavenger, a man alone with ghosts in the edge of his vision and dark whispers in his ears. Haunted by those he couldn't save and the things he has done.