Post by misterhighyellow on Dec 17, 2006 1:07:15 GMT -5
Name: Tom White
Nickname: None
Alias: None
Age: 30
Blood Type: AB
Group: <Survivor, Merc, Soldier, Psycopath> Soldier
Weapons: 20 gauge shotgun. That’s strap to his back. Two hand cannons that are in each of his coat pockets left to right. Two Colt Desert Eagles in his back jeans pockets.
Personality: Laid back most of the time. And very friendly. Mostly say wise cracks even in the face of death. Can be serious when is really needed. And some times cold to people that deserve it.
Physical Description: 6'5 and 265lbs. Muscle built with short blond hair that laid back, and blue eyes. Usually wear a red shirt with a long black trench coat and black jeans with a black belt around it and black combat boots.
History: Born in the year 1977 in the middle state Kansas City. Tom lived a very normal life with his father, mother, older sister, and oldest brother. Being known as the weakest kid in the family for a long time. As at the age of seven he was push in a pool by his sister when he found out he couldn’t swim, and almost drown before his sister pulled him out. He never look at water the same again.
When he was in highschool he had a desire to get into the army so began reading up on it. During highschool he defeated his fear of the water and finally learned how to swim. When he reach eighteen he was at around 6'4 in height. And went through army training and the lot of it. After wards he then moved over to New York City, New York to start a new life.
For 12 years now he been with the army in the Marine Core now at the rank of Second Lieutenant. Seeing his new home under attack by this unknown zombie strike he decides to go to the source of the problem. The mall. Arm with his favorite weapon the 20 gauge shotgun, his hand cannons and his desert eagles, looking to kick some zombies butt marine style.
Sample Rp: Checking all his weapons one more time Tom step into the entrance of the mall. Seeing nothing at first, having his hand cannons out in both hands. His eyes and ears open to all that surrounded him. He knew this silence wouldn’t last long. And then it happen a break out of zombies filling the room.
One got to him sooner then the others as he only stood there waiting for the zombie to come closer. “So, being dead and all, if I kick you in the nuts will you still feel it?” he decided to test this idea as he kick his boot up in the crotch area of the zombie as it groaned. “What do you know.” Now placing the hand cannon tip point blank to it head blowing it clean off as it headless body hit the floor.
“Died twice, hell of a day eh?”
Nickname: None
Alias: None
Age: 30
Blood Type: AB
Group: <Survivor, Merc, Soldier, Psycopath> Soldier
Weapons: 20 gauge shotgun. That’s strap to his back. Two hand cannons that are in each of his coat pockets left to right. Two Colt Desert Eagles in his back jeans pockets.
Personality: Laid back most of the time. And very friendly. Mostly say wise cracks even in the face of death. Can be serious when is really needed. And some times cold to people that deserve it.
Physical Description: 6'5 and 265lbs. Muscle built with short blond hair that laid back, and blue eyes. Usually wear a red shirt with a long black trench coat and black jeans with a black belt around it and black combat boots.
History: Born in the year 1977 in the middle state Kansas City. Tom lived a very normal life with his father, mother, older sister, and oldest brother. Being known as the weakest kid in the family for a long time. As at the age of seven he was push in a pool by his sister when he found out he couldn’t swim, and almost drown before his sister pulled him out. He never look at water the same again.
When he was in highschool he had a desire to get into the army so began reading up on it. During highschool he defeated his fear of the water and finally learned how to swim. When he reach eighteen he was at around 6'4 in height. And went through army training and the lot of it. After wards he then moved over to New York City, New York to start a new life.
For 12 years now he been with the army in the Marine Core now at the rank of Second Lieutenant. Seeing his new home under attack by this unknown zombie strike he decides to go to the source of the problem. The mall. Arm with his favorite weapon the 20 gauge shotgun, his hand cannons and his desert eagles, looking to kick some zombies butt marine style.
Sample Rp: Checking all his weapons one more time Tom step into the entrance of the mall. Seeing nothing at first, having his hand cannons out in both hands. His eyes and ears open to all that surrounded him. He knew this silence wouldn’t last long. And then it happen a break out of zombies filling the room.
One got to him sooner then the others as he only stood there waiting for the zombie to come closer. “So, being dead and all, if I kick you in the nuts will you still feel it?” he decided to test this idea as he kick his boot up in the crotch area of the zombie as it groaned. “What do you know.” Now placing the hand cannon tip point blank to it head blowing it clean off as it headless body hit the floor.
“Died twice, hell of a day eh?”