Post by Roman Hughes on Jan 14, 2015 15:43:37 GMT -5
Full Name: Roman Hughes
Aliases:Roman
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Age: 18
Race: African American
Gender: Male
Appearance: Roman has dark brown hair and brown eyes. He stands about 6'1" ft. He weighs about 150 pounds. He's skinny but athletically built like a runner.
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Occupation: Before everything went crazy he worked part-time at a local music store
Where they are from: Gary, Indiana
Relationships:
His girlfriend got infected and he had to kill her, his mom worked in Chicago and he doesn't know what happened to her, he prays she's still alive.
Weapons: He used to play paintball a lot with his friends before the dead rising so he can shoot. He carries a Remington 870 from his house, and camping tomahawk he stole from a Gander Moutain camping store.
Items: He carries a backpack that has a first aid kit, a few pills of Advil, some granola bars, a couple cans of tuna, a jar of peanut butter, his inhaler, and a pair of Beats headphones.
Vehicle: He doesn't have a car but instead he rides around on a foldable moutain bike.
Personality: Roman is a person of few words that usually keeps to himself. Despite that if someone actually talks to him he is very polite and thoughtful, thinking on the situation he's in. He's often the lone wolf but if neccesary he will go in a group. He has been known to sometimes makes beats when he is alone and sings.
Special Skills and Strengths: He's usually keeps his cool in most situations and is quite handy when it comes to locks and most electronics. He isn't physically strong but he his very fast being on the track team during high school year.
Weaknesses and Flaws: If put in a stressful situation he shuts down hyperventilating, and doesn't make thoughtful decisions. Although he hasn't had an attack in a while he has a history of asthma attacks since he was young but he always carries his inhaler just in case.
Prior to the Apocalypse: He was senior in high school with his mind focused on finals and research papers than what he had to go through now. He wasn't a social butterfly in the slightest but he did manage to have a good group of friends and a loving girlfriend he was in a relationship with three years under their belt. He was also excited becuase he was accepted to the college of his dreams, University of Micigan and was already prepping himself for college life. Things were going good for him, then it happened.
Post Apocalypse: It happens for him during school when he was at lunch sitting at their usual table laughing as always. They heard the intercom flair open telling security to head for the main entrance. It didn't seem like a big deal, probably a fight in his mind. The main entrance and the main hallway lead to the cafeteria so they saw security guards running towards the entrance. Things were normal for a second before they heard shouting and screaming coming from there and the whole cafeteria was silent. Then out of the silent they heard bone chilling moaning. Slowly approaching from the hallway were several people but you could tell was something was wrong immediately. They walked like they just got their bodies and were awkwardly controlling them. They had blank dead stars in their eyes and their mouths were covered what looked like, blood? They turned to face the masses of all these confused kids and they literally launched themselves at us, biting their necks and literally ripping their faces off with their teeth. Panic happened immediately. People were sprinting and screaming pushing people down and getting as far as possible from those ......things. Ronan's first thought was Alicia. He ran straights for the library right next to the lunchroom and noticed blood stains were on the door. He swung the door open and could see a woman was on her chomping on her shoulder. He grabbed a huge encyclopedia and swug hard at the thing's head knocking her down and pulling Alicia into one of the librarian office adjacent to the library. He closed the door and put something against it holding the door and listening to see if anything would try to follow them. He sighed in relief thinking they were safe but then he noticed how Alicia looked. She was literally gushing blood from her shoulder and it didn't look like she was breathing, her body was slack against the wall. He ran to her, shaking her to make sure she didn't go in shock. She started to move a little and she looked up and stared at him. He was happy that she was alive but he noticed the way she looked at him, it was like she wasn't even there. She then snarled and let out a raspy snarl launching at him reaching for his neck. His reaction was fast enough to hold her by the shoulders and shoved her back. But she was already getting back up. He couldn't believe what was happening and kept calling her name seeing if she could listen, but it was like she wasn't there. He saw several golf clubs in the corner of the room and warned her if she came closer he would swing. She came him and after he closed his eyes, he swung and felt something connect. He later heard something fall to the floor and he fell down too and started to cry. He didn't know how long he stayed like that but when he finally mustered enough courage to open the door, everything was quiet. There was blood and bodies everywhere, enough to make him puke. He managed to get out of there and head home three blocks down but everywhere he looked it was the same as the shcool, but there were some of those things still walking around. He made it home but he remembered mom was at work in Chicago. He grabbed all that he could including his tomahawk, and their grandfather's Remington shotgun they were gonna give to for his birthday and headed out.