Post by keegan on Dec 13, 2010 15:05:29 GMT -5
"The world ended... Didn't you get the memo?"
- Amy
- Amy
Your Name: Brandon
How many years roleplaying?: 4-5. Wait, lemme think… 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: Keegan Boyd Fitzpatrick
Age:Twenty-Five
Hometown:San Antonio, TX
Current Location: Atlanta, Georgia
Bio: Keegan was born on October 18, 1985 to Dana and Jared Fitzpatrick. He was the middle child of a military family and spent his childhood moving from place to place, never really making any friends. All of that changed when his father retired in San Antonio, Texas his freshman year of high school. Throughout his four years there, he forged strong relationships with many people. It was at this time that he developed his love of partying, video games and the theater.
Though he never had any talent for acting, Keegan was a great stage hand. It was the technical side of drama that he fell in love with and for that reason he attended the University of Texas to study Theatre. After graduation he moved to New York City and began working at a small theatre, building sets and working the lights, sound, etc. Keegan met Emmy, Jeremy and the rest of the New York group through his work.
After the walkers showed up, Keegan grabbed a fire axe from the hallway of his apartment building and made his way out of the city. He caught up with Emmy and Jeremy somewhere in Pennsylvania and decided to continue with them to Atlanta.
Likes: Weed, Pop culture, Raves, Hiking, Driving, Drinking, Intellectual conversations, Animals, Working with his hands
Dislikes: Prudish people, Ignorant people, Being stuck indoors, the Elderly, Hot weather, Children, Being alone, Walkers, Feeling unneeded
Strengths: 1)Can wield a mean shotgun- and fire axe
2)Resourceful- great at using his environment to get the upper hand
3)Boosting morale- sometimes a sarcastic joke is all it takes to keep the gang moving forward
4)Excellent navigator
Weaknesses: 1)Hot tempered- since the Outbreak everyone’s emotions are running high
2)Clumsy- Keegan’s had his fair share of close calls because of his giant clown feet
3)Reckless- Sure, it’s not the best idea to run into a Walker-infested grocery store, but sometimes you just really need the food
4)Weak immune system- prone to getting colds and the like
Anything Else? Keegan still has the fire axe he took from his apartment. He’s named it Lucky Strike and it never leaves his side.
Keegan hopes to put together a recon group to travel to Texas and search for his friends.
Roleplay Sample: -Sunset-
”Where the hell are we?”
Keegan pushed his way to the front of the group and searched the surrounding scene. “This calls for the expertise of a former Boy Scout,” he muttered, pulling out a map they had found in a gas station a few days before. Keegan scratched his temple as he compared the map and their environment.
“A Boy Scout? I never pegged you as the type Keegan.”
“Oh I used to be the type. I was young, naïve and living in the middle of no where. There was nothing else to do. Besides, I didn‘t hear you complaining about it when I built the fire last night,” he snapped. It had been a long day. They had left the outskirts of Philly at first light and now, as the sun sank closer to the horizon, Keegan was ready to rest and eat something. “Right, well it looks like we‘re about here,” he said, pointing to their location on the map. “Right in between these two towns. This area shouldn‘t be too infested, it‘ll make a good camp. For now.”
-Dawn-
The sun came too early for Keegan‘s liking, but he pulled himself from his sleeping bag and started to pack with the rest of the group. They had left their camp within an hour, heading south. He kept to himself mostly, opening his dead cell phone out of habit, hoping that against all odds it would reassure him that his friends and family were still alive in Texas. Still fighting. He heard one of the females behind him scream and grabbed Lucky Strike. Walkers were emerging from the woods on all sides. He swung wildly at one a few feet away, connecting with it‘s head with a satisfying thwack. But that was only one out of what appeared to be at least a dozen. “Keep moving up the hill!” he called out, running from the zombies as quickly as his legs would carry him. He soon outstripped the rest of them and reached the top of the crest. A large boulder was resting at the top of the peak and he immediately set to work, chopping the ground at its base to loosen it. The other survivors ran past him and began to push on the rock. Slowly, it rolled over the edge of the hill and began to pick up speed as it rolled down the slope, directly towards the walkers. He watched with a satisfied smirk as they were pulverized by the stone and turned to face the rest of his friends. “Mischief managed.”
OOC: I hope its okay that I made him part of Emmy and Jeremy's group. If not, just let me know and I'll change it.
