Post by orourke on Jan 17, 2011 21:03:14 GMT -5
"The world ended... Didn't you get the memo?"
- Amy
- Amy
Your Name: Mauri
How many years roleplaying?: On and off around three years?
"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: Quinn O’Rourke
Age: 33
Hometown: Baton Rouge
Current Location: Rotting away in a prison cell
Bio: Quinn had a hard time growing up, in his neighborhood, you either grew though really quick or you were dead really quick. Well, Quinn O’Rourke is still alive and kicking. In his life, the only choice he had ever heard was following his father footsteps and working for the crime bosses. But he was never a brainless thug, no, he had his own set of morals which compelled him to never deal with drugs or harm innocents. Fortunately, there were more than enough bad guys who needed to have their head bashed so he didn’t have to worry about innocents. His coldblooded demeanor and ruthlessness helped him to rise through the ranks quickly along with his brother Jeffrey. When the zombie outbreak started and the criminal bosses were either running for their lives or dropping like flies, it were Quinn and his brother that organized a militia with the ones that stayed to protect the survivors. They did well and managed to survive for a good couple of months or rescuing people and securing food and ammunition, until the cops found them.
It didn’t matter to them that the freaking apocalypse was going around and that they were the only thing standing between innocents and zombies. No, they were criminals, so they turned against them. Jeffrey and Quinn were tossed into adjoining cells and when the cops saw that they couldn’t hold the dead on their own, they abandoned them there. He spent weeks surviving by eating rats or any other vermin that slipped in through the bars and could only sit back and watch as the dead took his brother into their own ranks and tried to reach him like it was dinner time.
Likes:
• Freedom
• A cold beer
• Anything edible that doesn’t taste like rat or vermin
• Scaring the hell out of others
Dislikes:
• Cops
• Zombies
• Health food
• People, they’re just complications
Strengths:
• Good aim
• Ruthless
• Strong
• Sarcasm
Weaknesses:
• He does care about others
• The memory of his brother
• Short fuse
• Books (loves to read, his way of escaping from the end of the world for a little while)
Anything Else?
Roleplay Sample: Oh yes, the burger was definitively better than the military ration and Chris silently said thanks for that small blessing, and another blessing was to have a good friend in town, far more important than a burger, having a friend in a town where he didn’t know anything or anyone was a welcomed surprise. Even if they had lost touch for a while felt like she was coming to his rescue once again, only now he didn’t need stitches.
“Yeah, I did some bartending for a little bit at Sioux Falls. An old friend of my folks taught me how to mix drinks and serve people. Sure I’m not the most talkative man as you know it,” he added with a smile, “but I think I’ve done it alright. Had to go somewhere else you know? But I’m happy to see you here.”
Reaching for the beer, he took a long hard pull while the words she said sank in. By the way she said she’d met a guy and by the look she had in her eyes, Chris was certain it wasn’t just any guy and she’d had taken a shine to him. He knew he didn’t have any right to be protective of his friend, especially since they had lost touch for quite a while, but he hoped whoever this guy was that he would be good for her or he wouldn’t be his biggest fan. And an angry ex-marine at your back isn’t something someone would like to have.
“I will manage myself, always did. But you working on an auto garage? Don’t get me wrong, but everyone would benefit from having a doctor as you, I hope you can manage opening this clinic.”
Giving her another smile, he turned his gaze back to his burger and worked on taking another bite out of it. Yeah, it may have been the right choice to pack up and move to there…
Wait a minute, did she just said she was attacked?
His eyes moved back to hers, showing a mix of anger and concern behind its blue depths as his hands curled into balls. Some bastard had hurt her? His hand shot to her wrist, grabbing it in a protective manner for just a second before releasing it – hell, calm down soldier!
“I’m sorry Mercy…I…are you alright?”
Our characters might get along quite well.