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[Mowser]

Name: Bjorn Vathlaussson

Sex: Male

Age (minimum of 18): 26

Appearance (Realistic picture ONLY/face claim and short description):



Bjorn stands at 6'9 and weights a tad over 400 pounds, making him a literal mountain of a man.

History (Two paragraph minimum): Bjorn was born in Iceland to a low to middle class family. His father was an iron worker and a rather large and burly man, thus being the source of Bjorn's massive size; and his mother stayed at home to tend to the family and small amount of animals they owned. Bjorn grew up helping his mother with various chores such as looking after his siblings, and as he got older, bigger, and more capable tending to the animals and home maintenance. Bjorn never received any official schooling, however his mother did teach him to read, write, and other basic things needed to function in society. Once he turned 15 he was already considerably large and strong, so his father began teaching him about iron working, and soon started taking him to work with him. He would carry materials for his father and help him when needed. Two years later he was able to work independently as an ironworker for the same company as his father. One day there was an accident that caused a structural collapse at the worksite where Bjorn and his father were working. Evacuation alarms sounded and Bjorn was able to escape outside and immediately started looking for his father but could not find him. He finally realized that his father must be somewhere still in the building so he started to make his way back inside but he was stopped by safety workers who had arrived on scene. Just as he was about to brake past them the building collapsed with his father still inside. The death of Bjorn's father crushed their family and left Bjorn as the main supporter of the family. Several years later the company Bjorn worked for offered him a promotion with much better pay, but it meant leaving his family in Iceland and moving to America for an unknown period of time. Some of his younger siblings were old enough to get jobs of their own to support the family and look after the still younger ones so he took the promotion and moved to America, specifically West Virginia.

Once Bjorn moved to America his company provided him with a place to stay and a vehicle until he could find his own. He soon found a cheap place to stay in Salem, and an old flat bed 1996 Dodge 2500 that suited his needs. After a couple months Bjorn grew tired of having his truck broken into because of the area he lived so he went out and bought a few firearms to protect his belongings with. Over time Bjorn finally made some friends in America and he soon started hunting and camping with them so he picked up some survival tools and knowledge here and there and after being in America for about a year and a half he was able to speak English fairly fluently but still had a very noticeable and distinct Icelandic accent. That is when the apocalypse started.. Bjorn and his friends took to the woods for a while until all the nukes had fell and everything had calmed down. There was only 8 of them but they were a fairly skilled group of survivors. They could easily take care of any undead they came across, and as much as they hated it, had even dispatched a group or two of hostile survivors. However even the best of survivalists can live forever. Over time their group grew smaller as someone would die off here and there until it was just Bjorn surviving on his own. He traveled around moving between a circuit of safe spaces that his group had made trying to scavenge for supplies as he rotated between them. He tried to refrain from killing other survivors, but in the end he valued his life over those who were hostile towards him.

Strengths (List at least 3):
Incredibly strong
Skilled in survival tactics and knowledge
Skilled in metal working, specifically welding
Quick thinking
Able to power through pain and injuries fairly well
Deadly in medium to long range rifle engagements
Semi-skilled in hand to hand combat due to his size and brute strength
Unbeatable resolve


Weaknesses (List at least 3):
His size gives him several strengths, but it also brings weaknesses - Consumes more food an water than most, not as agile as average size people are, slower than most, easily seen, and louder footsteps
His hearing is somewhat damaged from years of working in loud workshops and worksites, but he isn't completely deaf
Can come across as cold and untrusting to people who don't know him

Personality (1 paragraph minimum):
Bjorn is extremely hardworking and headstrong. When he decides to do something, you might as well consider it done already. On the inside Bjorn is a very caring, humorous, and likeable person; kinda like a big teddy bear to those he knows well, however he can easily come off as gruff, cold, and ruthless to those who don't know him. He is very protective of his friends and would do most anything for them. Bjorn is somewhat untrusting of people so he may seem unfriendly at first, and may take some time to determine if someone can be a trusted friends or not; but as said before, once he warms up to people he is like a big teddy bear.

Weapon:
Semi Automatic FN SCAR 17 with a bipod and a hunting scope, he uses this for extended range engagements. Chambered in 7.62x51 with a marksman barrel

Semi Automatic Saiga 12 with a shortened barrel and folding stock, this is used for close range and urban environments. 12 Gauge

Clothing: He wears an old, well worn pair of tan Carhartt work pants and a T-shirt of some kind. Bjorn's footwear of choice is a pair of steel-toe work boots. He wears a black ball cap and a large military style backpack of survival supplies as well as food and water

OPTIONAL:

Nickname: Bear (Meaning of Bjorn)

Fears: Heights, spiders, and letting down the people he cares about

Character Quote: I looked a bear in the face once.. Then I realized it was a mirror.

 

[Rumble Fish]

Name:
Dutch Malloy

Sex:
Male

Age (minimum of 18):
30

Appearance (Realistic picture ONLY/face claim and short description):

Height:
6'1ft
Weight:
180-200lbs

History (Two paragraph minimum):
Dutch had a fair childhood growing up. But a re-occurring problem he faced in his adolescence was his lack of motivation and sense of purpose in the world. He could not find anything that truly stuck out to him or made him want to pursue a career at all. For most of his young life, he was bored. Stuck. That changed when he was 18 and decided to enrol in the army, deciding if he could not find his own purpose, he could save someone else's.

Dutch spent the rest of his 20's in the army, and fought in Syria. The adrenaline pumping action coupled with his comradery with the similarly aged men in his troop gave Dutch the purpose he had been searching for. But that was lost when he was sent home after his line of duty was complete. Rather than head back to Wyoming, he travelled to West Virginia to stay with his brother who lived with his girlfriend. While home, Dutch again grew dull and depressed. Without his army buddies or any action, everyday life seemed boring in comparison. But when the apocolypse hit Dutch used the skills learned from his military training, to protect his brother and his girlfriend for a fair amount of time until inevitably he lost them to the hoard.

Now alone after the world fell to pieces, Dutch finally felt at home. Dutch drifts through the state, killing as many zombies as humanly possible. Whether it's stabbing them, blowing their heads off or filling them with holes, he's having a good time. In the early days after losing his brother, Dutch came across a stable and went to raid. As well as ammo and fruit, he found something that amazed him. A black American Quater mare standing in a stall. Dutch managed to gain the animal's trust and, after finding her tack took her with her on his travels. He named the mare Domino after her only marking; a white star between her eyes. Where you find Dutch, you are likely to find Domino. Domino herself is 16.3hh (5'5ft) tall, and is unswayed by zombies or loud noises but still spooks at danger which can be a valuable survival tool.

Strengths (List at least 3):
Military trained in handling firearms
Excellent horseman
Undying loyalty to anyone in his "troop"
Overall bro

Weaknesses (List at least 3):
Overly wary of strangers
Cannot cope with failing or losing people
Enjoys killing zombies a little too much
Stubborn

Personality (1 paragraph minimum):
Dutch is an anti-nihilist to say the least. He is aware of how bad things are in the world and that humanity is doomed to extinction but refuses to let go of all hope. And he will not let others lose hope either. He has a tough approach to most things involving survival or keeping peoples' spirits up and it may seem harsh but it is nothing more than a dose of tough love. Dutch has a good heart and is willing to put his life on the line to protect those he sees as his friends. He has a strong sense of duty to those he is close to, and to betray his loyalty or stab him in the back is the easiest way for the man to put a bullet through your head. When in combat, the man switches to his militery mode, which can come across as frightening to those unfamiliar with that environment and will not calm down until the threat has either been neutralised or it is gone.

When his mind is at rest, Dutch has a calm mind, a sharp sense of humour and can generally be good company. He gets on especially well with other men in his age range (no homo) and when the situation calls for it, he's a typical young man. One of Dutch's prized possessions is his mare, Domino who he has a powerful relationship with up to the point where he would trust the horse with his life, given that she has done just that a few times before. The pride of his heart, causing distress or harm to Domino is the fastest way to get on the man's bad side. His family had always owned horses so holds them very dear to his heart.

Weapon:

Clothing:

Character Quote:
*Whistles* "Waah-wah-waaaaaah... Don't gimme that look Dom, it's still the west innit?"
"PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER MAN! WE'RE MURICANS! WE AIN'T AFRAID OF NO BULLETS!"
"Stop being a pansey, boy! The world eats them up like Domino! Grow some balls! Ain't nobody givin' up 'round here and don't you forget it..."
Peacemaker .45 ​

 

[Rui]

Katherine “Rin” Beckett

This isn’t His fault, even a cruel God wouldn’t do this to us. Rin

•••

B A S I C • I N F O

Sex: Female
Age: 25
Face claim: Carey Mulligan

D E S C R I P T I O N:

Rin is short, standing at a meager 5’2, and pale as the moon, with long ashy blonde curls, and big doe eyes her mother used to say held all the innocence of the angels. She is fairly thin, with a smaller bust and equally minimal curves, and tiny appendages, wearing a size 5 shoe, and a size 6 ring. She has high cheekbones and a button nose, and eyebrows that hardly arch, giving her a pixie like appearance in a little Audrey Hepburn-esq way. Her ears are double pierced, one small pearl and one small diamond, both gifts from her mother during Christmas, and she wears a silver necklace bearing the cross of her faith, and a rosary with navy beads wrapped tightly around her left wrist and hand, well worn and constantly on. On her right hand is a small silver band; a purity ring, an Easter gift from times past.

C L O T H I N G:

W E A P O N S:

Kitchen knives, and a nine millimeter handgun her mother kept in the kitchen cupboard for emergencies, with three boxes of ammo. Luckily her mother was paranoid (in their neighborhood that was understandable) and expected lots of emergencies, hence the lots of ammo.

H I S T O R Y:

Rin was born in Sacramento, California to a staunch Catholic single mother, Valentina, in a very very small apartment.

She was born in the apartment. In the bath tub.

Her mother was extremely poor, an unemployed woman in her early 20’s living off odd jobs and little support from her family in the form of an occasional loan, which was hesitantly given.

Valentina was also raised strictly Catholic, and met her “fall from grace”, a Mr. William Beckett, in her freshman year of college, and fell pregnant a stunning three weeks after. She dropped out of school, cut ties with Will, and was ejected from the family, left to raise the child on her own.

You would think after such a harsh slap from her strict family she would raise her daughter more gently, more openly, less forcefully,

And you’d be wrong.
Valentina raised Rin to be the epitome of a “perfect Catholic girl”: docile, innocent, knowing only of the scripture and her duties to God and her family. She attended an all girl’s Catholic school with help from her grandparents who drew back into the fold for the sake of “saving Rin’s soul”, and then a Catholic college, where she majored in journalism and took up writing for a philosophical column in a religious magazine. Surrounded by bibles, vows, rings, and rosaries, when Valentina was swept up in the undead attacks and never returned home from a department store shift, Rin had no idea what to do.


She waited for her beloved mother, her only friend and companion to return,


And she never did.



So bearing her bible, her rosary, her prayers, and whatever other supplies she could fit in her backpack, she left in search of the remaining few survivors, hoping one may be her mother.​

P E R S O N A L I T Y:

Rin is nervous, shy, and kind to a fault. She is a bit awkward, due to little social interaction (as I said, her mother was her best friend, as in ONLY friend), and most jokes, okay any jokes that aren’t PG or maybe borderline PG-13 will go right over her little haloed head. Her bible thumping isn’t forceful, surprisingly, but her own devotion is very deep and apparent in all she does. She thinks deeply about others and truly cares about how they feel and how she can help. She isn’t particularly outspoken unless impassioned, and is a bit deaf to romantic overtures, but all in all, she is quite lovable.

S T R E N G T H S:

• Her kindness (assists in forming bonds, alliances, and in trading)
• Her unrelenting faith (It can be annoying, but it is the backbone of her existence, so it manages to keep her calm and increases her meager bravery)
• She’s good with knives (This one may be a bit unexpected, but with all the cooking she did, she is not only a great good, but she knows how to work a blade)
• She can fire a gun with decent accuracy (again, didn’t see this coming from little-miss-purity, but yes, she can fire a gun pretty effectively after the self defense class her mother had her take in high school.)
• Her small size: Ah, a curse and a blessing. Her small size allows her to move more quietly and through smaller spaces. Her short legs may not make her faster running, but she has a spritely sort of agility nonetheless.
• Her optimism: She’s very positive about this whole, end of the world, mostly due to the fact that she believe this is either a test of God before his coming, or that God will deliver them all from this evil. Either way this ends.

W E A K N E S S E S:

• Her small size (she isn’t very threatening, and short legs don’t help too much with running)
• Her paleness (She’s a very easy target to spot unless you’re in the snow)
• Her innocence (she was raised not to know much of violence or pain. Therefore inflicting it or witnessing it shocks her quite a bit, and in this world that is quite a disadvantage)
• Her giving nature: Rin wants to give to the needy, help the helpless, all that good stuff. Except it usually disadvantages her to give when she has nothing. No good deed goes unpunished.
• Her objection to killing: Yes, Rin doesn’t want to kill. It’s a sin, one of the 7 deadly ones, so a very bad one to say the least. She believes that even under these conditions she can’t break this sacred law, so like Batman, but small, blonde, less badass, and Catholic, she refuses to kill people.

f e a r s:

The dark, heights, spiders, tight spaces, and the greatest of her fears, going to Hell.

Peacemaker .45​

 

[TheCheshireRP]

NAME: Dayton Kabreskova

GENDER: Male

SEXUALITY: Straight

AGE: 29 years

TYPE: Secondary

APPEARANCE:



FACECLAIM: Novritsch

DESCRIPTION: Dayton is roughly 6 feet tall, with a light build. He is extremely fit, an experienced survivalist and a seasoned marksman, being able to hit targets at over two hundred meters with only the iron sights on an AKM. He conserves ammunition as much as possible, only engaging zombies if absolutely necessary, and even then, only with his sidearm. He has killed 97 humans and over 700 zombies, never abstaining from the unpleasant, while somehow retaining an ‘accurate moral compass’.

HISTORY: Dayton was born in Oymyakon, Russia, only 3 years before the collapse of the USSR. He became one of the best survivalists in Russia, having to hunt food for both himself and his younger sister, his only surviving relative after the murder of his parents at the age of nine. The wish to find the dumb Сука who killed his parens drove him to join the police force, where, after seeing his promise, he was drafted into the Russian armed forces. There, he was honed from a skilled hunter, to a trained killer. He was often seen as ruthless and rather odd by his peers, until he was stationed in Crimea. When ordered to execute 3 non-combatants, he fired upon his commanding officer and fled. After a brutal journey through the Ural mountains, moving only by night, to the sea, he caught a ‘ahem’ very legal transport service to Canada.

For the next year or so, he lived as a nomad, hunting for food and sleeping in caves, this lifestyle led him to find and unofficially adopt Benjamin Kabreskova in the woods of Nunavit. In an attempt to give his new son a somewhat stable life, he returned to as regular life as he could have, finally seeking asylum, buying a house in Ontario and eventually marrying Kait Bouchard. When the apocalypse struck, he and his family fled to the US-Canada border, where they were found and transferred to Virginia, being reasured that the infection could never get past the border. It turns out the border guards were little trixy little hobittses *gollums*, and his wife and child were mauled to death in front of him. He is now on the run, gathering supplies wherever possible and never staying in one place for too long. His last (kind of) comfirmed location was the town of Salem, West Virginia.

GROUP: Нет, nada, nein, nope, N/A

STRENGTHS:
+Amazing marksman
+better Survival skills than a ninja, who joined delta force, and then spen ten years in a icy wastland with nothing but a toothbrush
+CQC ninja
+advanced first aid capability (not surgical, don’t worry Zelda)

WEAKNESSES:
-Dangerous, but hard to reach, emotional tipping point (he either turns into a ball of pure tears, or a fucking meteor)
-about as good at driving as a blind babushka who bathed in boiling vodka for a year
-a personality colder than the Siberian Tundra
-a tendency to disobey orders if they go against his sense of morality

WEAPONS:

AR-308 suppressed, nicknamed ‘Tereshkova’ (After cosmonaut Valentina Tereshkova)



Suppressed FNX-45 with torch, nicknamed ‘Kait’, after his deceased wife (yes, he is sentimental)



Folding hunting knife (it doesn’t have a name)



CLOTHING:
AVERAGE WEATHER:
-cotton-fleece camoflage undershirt
-bullet resistant vest (IIIA+)
-stab proof neck, leg and arm wraps
-Water retardant jacket
-occasionally a ghillie suit
-combat pants
-Jungle combat boots
-tactical belt (so many tactics)
-black bandana and a black watch-cap

NICKNAME/S: ТЕНИ (The Shadows)

FEARS: nuclear weapons, losing another family.

CHARACTER QUOTE: “ради бога! This is why I work alone!”

Peacemaker .45

 

[idalie]

NAME: Dayton Kabreskova

GENDER: Male

SEXUALITY: Straight, but might as well be Asexual.

AGE: 29 years

TYPE: Secondary

APPEARANCE:

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FACECLAIM: Novritsch

DESCRIPTION: Dayton is roughly 6 feet tall, with a light build. He is extremely fit, an experienced survivalist and a seasoned marksman, being able to hit targets at over two hundred meters with only the iron sights on an AKM. He conserves ammunition as much as possible, only engaging zombies if absolutely necessary, and ecen then, only with his sidearm. Excluding time in the armed forces, he has killed 297 humans and over 700 zombies, never abstaining from the unpleasant, while somehow retaining an ‘accurate moral compass’.

HISTORY: Dayton was born in Oymyakon, Russia, only 3 years before the collapse of the USSR. He became one of the best survivalists in Russia, having to hunt food for both himself and his younger sister, his only surviving relative after the murder of his parents at the age of nine. The wish to find the dumb Сука who killed his parens drove him to join the police force, where, after seeing his promise, he was drafted into the Russian armed forces. There, he was honed from a skilled hunter, to a trained killer. He quickly gained some rather ‘special’ attention *cough*putin*cough* and at 20 he was ‘recruited’ into the Spetsnaz where he became one of the most proficient killers known to man, during a mission, he was trapped in the Siberian tundra for seven days and came out unscathed. A year into the spetsnaz, he was deployed to the Ukraine-Russia border near Crimea to assist with “peacekeeping duties”, where he found his parent’s killer, and in a stroke of pure rage, executed him. This (and possibly the fact that he was rather critical of Putin) led to his formal removal from the Russian armed forces, and permanent exile from Russia itself. He forgot his flight (rather luckily) on the day it left. While it was half way over the ocean, it exploded, killing everyone onboard. Upon hearing this, his instincts kicked in and he fled Russia through the Ural mountains, moving only by night, to the sea, where he caught a ‘ahem’ very legal transport service to Canada.

For the next year or so, he lived as a nomad, hunting for food and sleeping in caves, this lifestyle led him to find and unofficially adopt Benjamin Kabreskova in the woods of Nunavit. In an attempt to give his new son a somewhat stable life, he returned to as regular life as he could have, finally seeking asylum, buying a house in Ontario and eventually marrying Kait Bouchard. When the apocalypse struck, he and his family fled to the US-Canada border, where they were found and transferred to Virginia, being reasured that the infection could never get past the border. It turns out the border guards were little trixy little hobittses *gollums*, and his wife and child were mauled to death in front of him. He is now on the run, gathering supplies wherever possible and never staying in one place for too long. His last (kind of) comfirmed location was the town of Salem, West Virginia.

GROUP: Нет, nada, nein, nope, N/A

STRENGTHS:
+Amazing marksman
+better Survival skills than a ninja, who joined delta force, and then spen ten years in a icy wastland with nothing but a toothbrush
+CQC ninja
+advanced first aid capability (not surgical, don’t worry Zelda)

WEAKNESSES:
-Dangerous, but hard to reach, emotional tipping point (he either turns into a ball of pure tears, or a fucking meteor)
-about as good at driving as a blind babushka who bathed in boiling vodka for a year
-a personality colder than the Siberian Tundra
-a tendency to disobey orders if they go against his sense of morality

WEAPONS:

AR-308 suppressed, nicknamed ‘Tereshkova’ (After cosmonaut Valentina Tereshkova)

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Suppressed FNX-45 with torch, nicknamed ‘Kait’, after his deceased wife (yes, he is sentimental)

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Folding hunting knife (it doesn’t have a name)

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CLOTHING:
AVERAGE WEATHER:
-cotton-fleece camoflage undershirt
-bullet resistant vest (IIIA+)
-stab proof neck, leg and arm wraps
-Water retardant jacket
-occasionally a ghillie suit
-combat pants
-Jungle combat boots
-tactical belt (so many tactics)
-black bandana and a black watch-cap

NICKNAME/S: ТЕНИ (The Shadows)

FEARS: nuclear weapons, losing another family.

CHARACTER QUOTE: “ради бога! This is why I work alone!

THEME SONG: ‘the Phoenix’ by FALLOUT BOY (he has ‘nearly died’ more times than Leonard Church, plus I really like the song)

Peacemaker .45

Howdy pardner, one of the deputies here. We don't think your character would be a good addition to the current storyline, unfortunately, and we're going to turn you down. No hard feelings, but the group is very particular about who we're letting in to make the experience as authentic and enjoyable as possible. You would have more luck with a few of the other Zombie Rps out there.
Sorry again man and good luck!!

 

[TheCheshireRP]

Howdy pardner, one of the deputies here. We don't think your character would be a good addition to the current storyline, unfortunately, and we're going to turn you down. No hard feelings, but the group is very particular about who we're letting in to make the experience as authentic and enjoyable as possible. You would have more luck with a few of the other Zombie Rps out there.
Sorry again man and good luck!!

Ok *dramaticaly walks off*

 

[TheCheshireRP]

Howdy pardner, one of the deputies here. We don't think your character would be a good addition to the current storyline, unfortunately, and we're going to turn you down. No hard feelings, but the group is very particular about who we're letting in to make the experience as authentic and enjoyable as possible. You would have more luck with a few of the other Zombie Rps out there.
Sorry again man and good luck!!

If there is anything i can change to increase my chance, please tell me, I’ve wanted to get into the RP for nearly a year now, and something that isn’t necesarry to him as a character having me declined would be a rather large pain in me neck!

 

[TheCheshireRP]

And, in the unlikely case that it was a lack of introduction ideas, mine went a little like this (tell me if i should move this to the OC chat)

Dayton Kabreskova

Dayton sprinted through the forest, trees whipping past, and snow crunching underfoot, his rifle swinging wildly on it’s one-point sling. Up ahead, he saw a small stream, It looked clear, as they so often did, but -paranoid or not- he checked anyway. He brought his rifle up as he dove into the powder, taking a faceful as he landed. He popped off the sight caps and chambered a 7.62mm round from the magazine. As he peered down the sight, three figures walked into view, two women on his side of the stream, and a massive man on the other. The women wouln’t be an issue, but that man, he looked rather hostile. His face was so muddied, Dayton was on the verge of squeezing the trigger before he figured out that he was not infected. He relaxed off the trigger, but kept the sights on his head. Just as he was about to flank around to an area were he could drink without raising their attention, the taller girl walked right up to the man.
“Bad idea Debyushka” He muttered, ready to fire.
But then something caught his eye. A large dog-like creature, with blackened and rotting skin, slinked up to the smaller girl. He locked his sights on it and was nearly at the trigger break when the man, just on the side of his sight drew a massive wrench.
“Dlya travy chelovek!”

Rest is up to what the guys do next on the RP​

 

[idalie]

If there is anything i can change to increase my chance, please tell me, I’ve wanted to get into the RP for nearly a year now, and something that isn’t necesarry to him as a character having me declined would be a rather large pain in me neck!

Look man, we aint accepting him. I'm sorry but its unanimous.
Its been a year for a reason and we have to admire your dedication but its not happening.

 

[TheCheshireRP]

Look man, we aint accepting him. I'm sorry but its unanimous.
Its been a year for a reason and we have to admire your dedication but its not happening.

Well... time to go binge eat ice cream... i’ll still be reading (and hoping because im stubborn)
Dosvidanya
The Cheshire RP

 

[TheCheshireRP]

NAME: Matthew Brown

GENDER: Male

SEXUALITY: Straight

AGE: 21 years

APPEARANCE:


FACECLAIM: Patrick Thomas (Patty Mayo)

DESCRIPTION: Matthew is 6’2”, with a light, but athletic build. He has short, brown hair in an army cut, and a short beard to boot, he also has dark green-blue, close set eyes.

HISTORY:
Born in the United Kingdom, Matt was the child of Tabatha Jameson, and Jared Thomas, an American soldier who visited while on leave. On the day before his birthday, his mother was shot dead outside of their home by a teenage boy. His father, enraged at the lack of police response, returned to the United States, bringing Matt with him, as to regain the ability to defend themselves. Almost every day, his father would take him to the gun range, training him to fire shotguns, handguns and rifles to the point where other shooters joked ‘he could hit a rat at one mile with his eyes closed’.

When he turned 18, he immediately jumped at the chance to become a police officer. He excelled in training, but was removed due to his rather extreme aggression towards criminals. In that same year, he joined a bail-bondsman company, working in an almost vigilante fashion against his clients. He continued to work day in, day out, until, at the age of 20, he was shot in the leg in the line of duty, and was relegated to a desk job at the bail-bonds office.

At the time of the outbreak, he was in the hospital for a surgery that could stop the near constant pain in his leg. As the local anaesthetic wore off after the surgery, a commotion was heard a ways off. Gunfire was erupting in the street outside, people in the lobby were screaming, and Matt was just plain confused. Still wobbly from the anaesthetic, he ran out the back of the building, and jumped into his car. From there he drove back to his house, ready to run down anything in his way. As he drove, he saw corpses lying on the sides of the roads, hoards of undead roaming about, and the occasional burst of gunfire. He returned home to nearly 15 walkers standing outside of his house, and rammed his car through four of them. He resupplied in his house, grabbing his old gear from his days as a bail bondsman, his Remington 870 shotgun, glock 45 handgun, and enough food, water, and ammo to last him a week. He drove his way across the US, looting empty army bases for everything he could find, until he made his way to West Virginia. From here, he planned to survive.

STRENGTHS:

-Effective with firearms
-effective in first aid
-can kick ass in CQC
-Capable hunter
-Capable survivalist
-Has LE training

WEAKNESSES:

-Can’t run for long (due to his leg)
-Needs pain medication (for his leg)
-Can be overly cautious
-Can come off as callous to those around him
-Will enforce his moral compass with force

PERSONALITY:

Kind of an unlikeable dick to strangers, but that’s just his mannerism, he actually cares most of the time. If you wrong him, he will end you, if you help him, he will go to the ends of the earth to save you.

EQUIPMENT:

Weapons:

Remington 870 Special Purpose Marine Magnum, with an ATI outdoors T3 buttstock, and a Surefire DSF-870 pump-light. (Stock variant pictured)

Glock 45 Generation 5 with Surefire X-300U-A (stock variant pictured)


X-26P taser

Gerber Strongarm FE


Tools:

Leatherman Signal multi tool

Surefire Fury Dual Fuel IntelliBeam


Clothing:

Ciguera Emissary gunbelt V3

Crye G3 all weather field pants (OD Green)

5.11 tactical loose fit crew shirt (black)

Crye LOFT jacket (OD green)

Crye Cage plate carrier (OD green)

AR500 level III armour plates with trauma pads


5.11 tactical RUSH 72 bag (OD green)

Mechanix fastfit covert gloves




FEARS:
Anything that he can’t kill
Getting shot
The queen of England (don’t ask)

QUOTE:
“Knock knock motherfuckers!”

THEME SONG: All Star by Smash Mouth