Post by h on Dec 23, 2010 1:18:39 GMT -5
"The world ended... Didn't you get the memo?"
- Amy
- Amy
Your Name: Silken (Melissa)
How many years roleplaying?: 8+
"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: Harvey Robert Ellis
Age: 20
Hometown: Palmdale
Current Location: Houston, Texas
Bio:
Harvey never knew his father. He died in the war across the ocean. They couldn’t even send a body home to the Widow and her four children. Being the only son and the youngest, Harvey was a spoiled brat. Even up into his teenage days he believed the world revolved around him. Because of this he became something of a jerk. He was a handsome boy and had a way of making people feel important and because of that he gained followers. He was the top dog among friends, the Quarter-Back for the football team, and Home coming King. When someone didn’t like him he went out of his way to change his mind. That’s how he became friends with Dylan Miler. She was the “goth girl” of the school and even though other people thought she was a freak Dylan went out of his way to be charming and nice to her. And secretly he developed a crush on her.
One of Harveys secrets is that his favorite pastime is scarp booking with his mom and her friends, and he’s actually pretty good at it. Some of his fondest memories are Saturday afternoons in the living room drinking coffee and scrap booking with his mom and sisters.
When Harvey graduated from high school everyone thought he’d go into the army, or maybe try and be on a college football team. He surprised everyone when he said he’s always wanted to be a museum curator, and he’d submitted several applications to museums all over the country. He accepted a paid internship position in Huston Texas, and that’s where he’s been for the past three years.
Working during the week and partying on the weekend, Harvey had a pretty charmed life. He remembers well the day the dead started coming back to life. He’d spent a late night at the Museum doing inventory when he heard someone coming. Figuring it was a security guard, he didn’t pay attention to it. It wasn’t until he heard the pleas begging for help that he went to find out what exactly was going on.
He found a man that had broken into the museum after being attacked on the street by what he described as a “walking dead”. The man said his name was Ben and he’d been bitten on his shoulder. Harvey tried to help the man, but in the morning the man was dead. Harvey attempted to call the police, but found the lines to be dead. As he attempted to use his cell he was horrified to find Ben walking towards him. He looked like something right out of a horror movie and Harvey didn’t wait around to ask questions. Instead he took off at a run, abandoning the Museum.
Now, Harvey moves from place to place, taking care of himself and trying to find his family. He doesn’t know if his mother and sisters are still alive. His home seemed completely abandoned, and he’s worried that they’ve suffered the fate of everyone else he’d ever cared about.
Likes:
- Parties, Drinking, ladies, sex the works
- History. He’s all about learning about the past
- He’d never tell anyone, but he likes scarp booking
- Cats
- Chocolate Chocolat-chip cookies like his mother used to make.
Dislikes:
- Um. Dying. He’s sick of it.
- Banana’s they’re gross.
- Pushy guys. He likes to be top dog.
- Social fads. He likes to be in with the out crowd even though he’s a popular guy. He’s the first to say something’s not cool when everyone else thinks it is.
Strengths:
- Confidence, he practically drips with it. But it makes him come off as an asshole.
- Willpower. No god damn brain eaters gonna kill him. He wont allow it.
- Once he’s committed someone to his heart he’ll always care about them.
- Sense of humor. It’s kept him sane now that the worlds been turned upside down.
Weaknesses:
- A damsel in distress. He can’t resist being the hero.
- He’s cocky. It comes from being raised by four women.
- When his ego does get a dent in it he tends to go into a funk. His mother things he might have some form of Bi Polar.
- He hates authority and sometimes it kicks him in the ass. Even though he’d hate to admit it, his looks and charm don’t get him everything he wants.
- He’s pretty much addicted to coffee, but it’s been hard to find as of late.
Anything Else? Erm. Nope.
Roleplay Sample:
Role play is HERE
“So.. . it’s come to this my old friend. Ten whole years and this is where we are. And now you fail me? How could you do this to me?”
Standing in front of a mirror, Kenny held onto the front of his button-down orange silk shirt. His favorite one, and now it had a hold in the sleeve. He’d been chastising it for the past ten minutes, not realizing that the timer on the microwave had gone off and his poptarts were now burning.
The microwave was something else Kenny had taken to chastise. It was old fashioned, like the one his mother had when he was a kid, with a dial and stuff, and when you reached in to get whatever it was you’d cooked in there, ham, left over spaghetti, frozen underwear that had been out on the line over night, you got an electric shock that made you remember you were alive.
It was the little things like that that Kenny clung onto these days. Sure he could go buy new stuff, but wouldn’t that cheapen the memories? And besides that he was rather desperate to cling onto the memories of before… before what? Before his marriage had gone sour? Before he got the virus that completely changed his life? Or was it even before that when he lost track of what really mattered and only cared about his job.
He never blamed Hannah for leaving him. For as much as it hurt, and as angry as he’d been at the time, in the end he’d failed at being a decent husband just like he failed at almost every other aspect of his life. Everything, that is, except being a doctor. Even without his license he could help people. And it was while helping people he tried to make up for his past sins. The sin that he kept inside him for these past fifteen years.
With a sigh, he turned away from the mirror and took off the shirt, leaving him in only his slacks and a grey wife beater. Going into the kitchen he started to go through the disorganized drawers until he found where he kept the needle and thread. He didn’t have any fancy sewing thread, but he supposed what he had would work.
There was a first time for everything, and who knows? Maybe he’d find himself handy with a needle other than when he slipped it through someone’s flesh.
Cursing under his breath, he attempted to thread the darn thing (something he always had trouble with) and sat down at the kitchen table. A knock at the door made him pause and furrow his brow. He wasn’t expecting anyone. He set the needle and thread down and walked over to the peephole to peer out into the hallway.
