Post by d on Jan 4, 2011 14:03:54 GMT -5
"The world ended... Didn't you get the memo?"
- Amy
- Amy
Your Name: A6
How many years roleplaying?: 5-6
"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: David Allister
Age: 17
Hometown: Louisiana
Current Location: Traveler
Bio:
Phobias :: Sex, Love, Death
Hair Colour :: Black
Eye Colour :: Black
Body Description :: Slight amount of muscle on a boney Anorexic frame.
Celebrity :: Nheira
Fashion :: Hoodies and black moastly, or all white to throw people off Mostly Emo/Goth
David remembers literally nothing since the attack started, all he knows is killing zombies, he has almost become exactly like one with his will of death and his almost always emotionless face. He has seen things that disturbed him, its it wrong to feel horrible that he always wished for soemthing like this to happen.
Is it even more wrong that his wishe come true. He was a simple highshcool kid barley passing and laughing with his friends one day but after that all he was able to do was survive. He only rmemebered his name from his liscense that was in his wallet, but he has abandoned the last name of Ashton for Destruction, considering that is all that lies in his wake.
Likes:Music, Candy. Blood, Books, Rugby
Dislikes:Guns. France, Wolves, Cats, People
Strengths:Fast, Calculating, Emotionless, Strong willed
Weaknesses: Emotionless;,Uncaring of Life or Death, Sadistic, Very hateful
Anything Else?
Roleplay Sample: Syyler You Lucky Bastard" That was the phrase on replay in little J.T's mind, the vvery last thing his best friend said before the zombies showed up and chewed him to bits. J.T was what you would call a loner and he knew that very well. He made it his job to kill zombies, of course without being a total Crosshair. He gave a sigh he had missed the old world, now the only thing that mattered here were zombies and exactly how to dispatch them without dispatching yourself in the process.
He let himself wince feeling the cut on his belly sting as the cool air hit it, he hadnt gotten bit, he really had brushed up agaisnt the wrong thing and ended up cutting his side. He gave a growl as he pulled the armored SUV over into the ally next to a home.
He hadnt thought about the danger, so he kicked in the door his hands held up the leather bound gloves ready. He enjoyed punching or even ripping the zombies apart. Only thing good coming from a military father has to be how much you work out. He cracked his knuckles as he walked in the house closing the door shoving a small bookcase between it and a wall.
He walked in and began to case the house, the bottom up, he decided once he got to the stairs however that he was more tired then he thought. He sat on the couch as he felt the thing grab his leg. Standing he pulled it back as he grasped the closest thing to his hand, A stray frying pan and braought it down on the things skull.
As he lifted his weapon he looked and gave a small laugh. "...Jesus....People are gonna think i was scratched..." He said with a laugh. He had a sick sense of humor. .
