Post by silbern on Dec 10, 2010 11:35:30 GMT -5
"The world ended... Didn't you get the memo?"
- Amy
- Amy
Your Name: Luke
How many years roleplaying?: 3-4
"You don't know what it's like out there. You may think you do but you don't. It's only a matter of time."
- Rick Grimes[/center]
Character Name: Allan "Al" French
Age: 40
Hometown: Agnus, Ontario, Canada
Current Location: Florida
Bio:
Ever since Al was young he was considered special from his mother. The young boy always knew how to make the single mother happy with his little smile and a hug. The French family had in no way, an easy go at life. Working two jobs to support her son was all she could hope for. The boy grew up and soon it was time to graduate from high school and move on with his life. With a kiss good bye the young man left for another chapter in his life. His college years went down the tube as he fell out and went into work for numerous heavy machinery companies.
Often spending his time in bars soon found himself in the arms of numerous woman of all ranges. This all faded when he moved across the border and went down far south to Florida. He cleaned up his act and went to work on farms for little to nothing as pay. While doing great by staying sober for months he found something strange one day when his boss was acting weird one day. The old man lurched after Al with a sort of hunger in his eyes he had never seen before. It wasn't until Al defended himself with a 4x4 did it strike him odd that the old man would suddenly go bat s*** crazy. The news and everything made it so clear on what was going on and Al could no longer deny it. He went back outside to see his boss still trying to get in the house.
He gathered his leather jacket and his cowboy hat before jumping into his old Chevy. Somewhere back home in Canada is his mother. He's going to be damned if he was going to let her die like the old man did. It was this thought that suddenly striked a match in his heart and his mind. He realized how much fun and hatred he had built up in himself to wards these walking dead. He wouldn't know how much of that sudden realization would actually come in handy for the days to come.
Likes:
Cats
Smashing Things
Ice Cream
Country Music
Chewing Tobacco/dip/chew
Dislikes:
Pop/hip hop/rap
Bossy People
Drinking
Smart asses
Strengths:
Strength - Able to wield all sorts of everyday objects into a killing weapon. Lifting, pulling, pushing and many more physical activities is what he excels at.
General firearm use - While becoming an American citizen, he got more in touch with his firearm side. Pistols to shotguns, anything with a trigger and a dangerous end.
Heavy Machinery/Mechanic - Previous training has granted him knowledge in heavy vehicles like bulldozers to dump trucks to fork lifts. It also comes with the knowledge under the hood as well for he has picked up a trick or two.
Rational Thinking - His cleared emotions often keep his head straight and narrow. It was this same way of thinking that stopped his drinking. When others may be clouded with worry or stress, he would smile and continue trucking towards his goal. If you let every little thing bother you then you will never survive, even when your heart is still beating.
Weaknesses:
Simple Minded - His rational thinking has a draw back. He isn't the sharpest tool in the tool shed.
Addiction - His love for cats and ice cream can often side track his thinking and draw him off his road.
Social Skills - Al has never been one to be able to read another's body language when it comes to emotions. It wouldn't be the first time he ruined a perfectly good moment by miss interrupting things.
His Mother - His mothers survival or possibly her burial is his only goal. He will do anything to get to her even if it means doing it alone or ditching another who's in need. He will also get very angry towards your mom jokes so I wouldn't even go there.
Anything Else? Is a loner for the moment going North.
Roleplay Sample:
His tanned hand rubbed his forehead of any sweat before he started to hit the fence pole into the dry ground.The old man wanted the fence line up before noon and he promised a good can of beans as a reward. Nothing would taste sweeter at a moment like this Al thought as he imagined the nice meal. Only ice cream could possibly break his thought as he started to line up the barb wire so the cattle know to back off. Allan only stopped as he could see a small figure shambling it's way towards the hard worker.
Al chuckled as he could tell it was the old man himself coming to check up on him. "What do you need sir?" Al asked before he tied up the last of the barb wire. The old man didn't respond in any way except a small groan. An eye brow arched up as Al stood to face his boss face to face. The old man was about an arms length away when he quickly launched forth to grab a hold of poor Al. The two hit the dirt but Al had plenty of Bar fighting, back room brawling and down right ass kicking in him that he responded quickly enough. He hit the dirt hard with his cowboy hat landing nearby. It was shocking to see the old man able to give so much energy to knock him over like this. "What the hell is wrong with ya'?!" Al yelled in an angered voice as he pushed the man off easily.
The younger man got to his feet quickly before looking down at the old man now crawling at him with this hunger in his glazed over eyes. Something wasn't right but Al couldn't put his thumb on it. He swiped his hat and jumped into his truck starting it with little ease and did a quick one eighty. He drove pass the straggling old man and high tailed it straight back to the old farm house. He gathered one of the farm cats that was napping outside and ran inside while locking the door behind him. His first priority was the news to see if there was some sort of virus going around effecting all the old people. What he learned was ten times worse.
Night fall arrived along with a tapping on the door as Al sat on a dinning room chair. The news told him what he needed to do and he had a while to think about it until something clicked along wit the old man's arrival. His mom... His mom would need him and he knew it. He wasn't going to let her become one of these... these things. Al gathered his hat and a old worn down baseball bat before letting the old man into the house. The walker made his way into the house and made it's way directly to Al who waited with a serious glare and a tight grasp around the bat. "This is for my mama Sir" He said to the already brain dead old man. He wasn't sure if it was an apology or a resignation but the outcome was the same. The tire wheels screeched and the Canadian born cowboy made his way to the closest highway to take him north.
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