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Character Name
Paul Hurst
I Agree
Yes
Has this character appeared in a previous lore?
No
Age
42
Blood Type
O-positive
Personality
Paul has almost no sense of morality left. His only goal is survival, and he is driven by instinct. While some sympathy may hold him back from total brutality, at the end of the day Paul will see to it that he is fed and taken care of.
Character Motivations
Paul is driven by his animal instinct. The only person that exists in his world is himself, and God's creation is merely a tool for his survival. His empathy has fallen so far that even other human beings are, in his eyes, animals meant to provide.
Physical Appearance
To some, Paul might look homeless or paleolithic, but to others he may look like a monster created by some devil of the forest. His hair has only been kept to stay out of his eyes and mouth, and his clothes are leather scraps haphazardly woven together with a stick for a needle and dried animal gut woven to work as a twine. He has a scavenged hatchet always fastened in his hand, and a big knife looped in his improvised belt. He smells like sweat and could use a shower to wash the grease, salt, and blood out of his hair.
Character Image Link
Mechanical Occupation
Park Ranger
In-Character Occupation
Butcher / Hunter
Biography
Paul Hurst grew up in a small town in the Adirondacks raised by his parents who had been together since they were children. His father would take him out hunting with his brother, and Paul learned to love the wilderness. As a child, school was never his first priority, but his school was never the most outstanding institution either. Most of the folk from his town never really took the academic route, and his parents never pushed him to be a good student; he always expected to live off the land, not a paycheck.
Paul's expectations deceived him, however, when he grew up and found himself living in the real world. The only job he could muster was a pity offer from an acquaintance in high school, Randall. Randy's father had owned the famous "Joe's Smoked Meats" in town, and Paul had always sold the excess game that he would catch to them. Now, they brought him in to fill any roles that needed working. Some days he would be scrubbing the floors, other days he'd find himself driving shipments across the state to grocery stores, but most of the time they had him on butcher duty.
For years Paul was working these odd roles until finally he replaced the old butcher, who had retired, and became the head of operations for the processing of the meats in Joe's Smoked Meats. Paul loved his work; it reminded him of the dreams he had of a boy: living off the land. His original desperation for a job panned out to become a lifelong career that would give him the means to buy his own cabin in the woods and hunt his own meals. Working the weeks and hunting on the weekends made up the next few years of Paul's life, years he would consider some of the best in his life, but as his years edged closer and closer to thirty he found himself wishing he had spent more time looking for a partner than a job.
Paul had never been good with the ladies in his youth, and by now everyone he knew had gotten married, so he tried his luck out of town. Paul would go on business trips with Randy, now the sole proprietor of Joe's Smoked Meats. The company was expanding, and buyers all the way in Pennsylvania were demanding the Adirondacks meat. Randy and Paul would go and sell meat, and then later at night they'd hit the town and try and "sell meat." Paul met women in Albany, Buffalo, New York, Pittsburgh, and Philadelphia, but it made him think maybe he wasn't cut out for a family after all. He had been content all his life by himself, so why would he need another person to be happy now? he had asked himself. The question had lifted a burden from his shoulders, and he stopped coming with Randy on his business trips.
Right as Paul's journey was over, however, it seemed to have only begun. Paul's adventures away from town had kept him from seeing his younger brother, Martin, so once he returned he spent a lot of time back in the woods hunting game with his brother. One night, Martin invited him over to share the venison they killed at a dinner party he and his wife were hosting for one of their friends who was back in town for the summer from college. That night Paul met Dawn, and his question, unfortunately for him, was answered.
That summer, Paul pursued this girl at every possible moment. She was studying ecology in Rochester, so on his time off work they would hike through the wilderness and Paul would teach her about the hunt as Dawn would teach him about the environment. They complimented one another like hand in glove, and Paul's desire to hide in his cabin and hunt all the time vanished in favor of a life with this woman he loved. Paul remembers that summer in the light of the moon that would peer through the roof of the forest to illuminate the two of them swinging in a hammock with a book she had loved being read together by the two of them. His utter ignorance for books and knowledge had been shattered by her, and he fell in love with fiction nearly as much as he had fallen in love with her. But, the summer of love was drawing to an end as Dawn had to return to college for her final year.
Paul expected it to be a long winter that year, but not as long as it had turned out to be. Dawn left as the autumn winds began to blow, and Paul celebrated his thirtieth birthday as he had expected in his earlier years: alone. He would work during the days, and call her in the evenings, if she had time. The weekends of hunting had been replaced by weekends of reading because it reminded him of her. If his twenties were years of a roaring rapid then his thirties would seem to be a calming creek. His life began to settle out in a position that Paul could live with. He had a loving partner coming to him soon, a satisfactory job that he could work for the next few decades, a brother nearby whom he loved dearly, and a life in nature as he had always wanted. Creek was calm, and it was perfect... until the blood began to flow.
Suddenly, the dead began to rise. Paul's town in the Adirondacks went unscathed, but the news spoke of the horrors happening around the world. Paul stayed put with his brother, Martin, and his family, and from there he tried contacting Dawn, but all communications services were cut. A month later, news stations began to drop their feed, and word from the outside world got quieter and quieter. Eventually, Paul could not take it any longer, and he drove off headed straight for Rochester.
He was bombarded with a fallen city. Monsters lurked the streets, the only remnant of people were the screams he could hear in the silence of the night, and all authority had crumbled. He drove around the outskirts of the city before breaking down and accepting defeat. He reluctantly started back home to the mountains, crying as the darkness set in and Dawn was gone.
He found himself back in his hometown, but not as how he had left it. The virus had finally entered the town, and word had it that Randy was dead. Paul brought Martin and his family to his cabin in the woods where they waited for military aid. Deep down Paul knew what had happened to Rochester would happen to them. They lived off the land and laid low in the forest for years. Martin's wife could not take the isolation any longer, and she left with the kids. Martin chased after them, only to find she had led his entire family into the grave. He returned to Paul's cabin and killed himself only a month later.
Paul was on his own in the woods, now somewhere in his thirties (he stopped keeping track), just as he had been a decade ago. Had this been the life he yearned for as a kid? Was this living off the land? If so, he took it all back. He did not want the land. He wanted the love of his life, he wanted his job as a butcher, he wanted his brother again. But all he had left was the land.
He couldn't bring himself to take his life like Martin had, but he had nowhere to go. He let animal instinct take over, and his survival was fueled by the hunt. When the game finally dried up around his home town, he left his cabin and followed. He killed deer and dead alike to make it one day forward. Years passed and his hunger for the game brought him south, out of the mountains, and towards Monroe County. He had practically become what he hunted: an animal. Paul has not spoken with another person in years, nor has he slept with a roof over his head. He is a wild man these days, and the figure of his past is near completely forgotten. Now he stalks on the edges of Monroe County, ready for his next meal... or something more.
Would you like your character to start with any items?
- Hunting knife
- Iron Hatchet (from Hydrocraft I think)
Is your character a member of a group?
No
Would you like to be placed in a random group at the start of the lore?
No
Paul Hurst
I Agree
Yes
Has this character appeared in a previous lore?
No
Age
42
Blood Type
O-positive
Personality
Paul has almost no sense of morality left. His only goal is survival, and he is driven by instinct. While some sympathy may hold him back from total brutality, at the end of the day Paul will see to it that he is fed and taken care of.
Character Motivations
Paul is driven by his animal instinct. The only person that exists in his world is himself, and God's creation is merely a tool for his survival. His empathy has fallen so far that even other human beings are, in his eyes, animals meant to provide.
Physical Appearance
To some, Paul might look homeless or paleolithic, but to others he may look like a monster created by some devil of the forest. His hair has only been kept to stay out of his eyes and mouth, and his clothes are leather scraps haphazardly woven together with a stick for a needle and dried animal gut woven to work as a twine. He has a scavenged hatchet always fastened in his hand, and a big knife looped in his improvised belt. He smells like sweat and could use a shower to wash the grease, salt, and blood out of his hair.
Character Image Link
Mechanical Occupation
Park Ranger
In-Character Occupation
Butcher / Hunter
Biography
Paul Hurst grew up in a small town in the Adirondacks raised by his parents who had been together since they were children. His father would take him out hunting with his brother, and Paul learned to love the wilderness. As a child, school was never his first priority, but his school was never the most outstanding institution either. Most of the folk from his town never really took the academic route, and his parents never pushed him to be a good student; he always expected to live off the land, not a paycheck.
Paul's expectations deceived him, however, when he grew up and found himself living in the real world. The only job he could muster was a pity offer from an acquaintance in high school, Randall. Randy's father had owned the famous "Joe's Smoked Meats" in town, and Paul had always sold the excess game that he would catch to them. Now, they brought him in to fill any roles that needed working. Some days he would be scrubbing the floors, other days he'd find himself driving shipments across the state to grocery stores, but most of the time they had him on butcher duty.
For years Paul was working these odd roles until finally he replaced the old butcher, who had retired, and became the head of operations for the processing of the meats in Joe's Smoked Meats. Paul loved his work; it reminded him of the dreams he had of a boy: living off the land. His original desperation for a job panned out to become a lifelong career that would give him the means to buy his own cabin in the woods and hunt his own meals. Working the weeks and hunting on the weekends made up the next few years of Paul's life, years he would consider some of the best in his life, but as his years edged closer and closer to thirty he found himself wishing he had spent more time looking for a partner than a job.
Paul had never been good with the ladies in his youth, and by now everyone he knew had gotten married, so he tried his luck out of town. Paul would go on business trips with Randy, now the sole proprietor of Joe's Smoked Meats. The company was expanding, and buyers all the way in Pennsylvania were demanding the Adirondacks meat. Randy and Paul would go and sell meat, and then later at night they'd hit the town and try and "sell meat." Paul met women in Albany, Buffalo, New York, Pittsburgh, and Philadelphia, but it made him think maybe he wasn't cut out for a family after all. He had been content all his life by himself, so why would he need another person to be happy now? he had asked himself. The question had lifted a burden from his shoulders, and he stopped coming with Randy on his business trips.
Right as Paul's journey was over, however, it seemed to have only begun. Paul's adventures away from town had kept him from seeing his younger brother, Martin, so once he returned he spent a lot of time back in the woods hunting game with his brother. One night, Martin invited him over to share the venison they killed at a dinner party he and his wife were hosting for one of their friends who was back in town for the summer from college. That night Paul met Dawn, and his question, unfortunately for him, was answered.
That summer, Paul pursued this girl at every possible moment. She was studying ecology in Rochester, so on his time off work they would hike through the wilderness and Paul would teach her about the hunt as Dawn would teach him about the environment. They complimented one another like hand in glove, and Paul's desire to hide in his cabin and hunt all the time vanished in favor of a life with this woman he loved. Paul remembers that summer in the light of the moon that would peer through the roof of the forest to illuminate the two of them swinging in a hammock with a book she had loved being read together by the two of them. His utter ignorance for books and knowledge had been shattered by her, and he fell in love with fiction nearly as much as he had fallen in love with her. But, the summer of love was drawing to an end as Dawn had to return to college for her final year.
Paul expected it to be a long winter that year, but not as long as it had turned out to be. Dawn left as the autumn winds began to blow, and Paul celebrated his thirtieth birthday as he had expected in his earlier years: alone. He would work during the days, and call her in the evenings, if she had time. The weekends of hunting had been replaced by weekends of reading because it reminded him of her. If his twenties were years of a roaring rapid then his thirties would seem to be a calming creek. His life began to settle out in a position that Paul could live with. He had a loving partner coming to him soon, a satisfactory job that he could work for the next few decades, a brother nearby whom he loved dearly, and a life in nature as he had always wanted. Creek was calm, and it was perfect... until the blood began to flow.
Suddenly, the dead began to rise. Paul's town in the Adirondacks went unscathed, but the news spoke of the horrors happening around the world. Paul stayed put with his brother, Martin, and his family, and from there he tried contacting Dawn, but all communications services were cut. A month later, news stations began to drop their feed, and word from the outside world got quieter and quieter. Eventually, Paul could not take it any longer, and he drove off headed straight for Rochester.
He was bombarded with a fallen city. Monsters lurked the streets, the only remnant of people were the screams he could hear in the silence of the night, and all authority had crumbled. He drove around the outskirts of the city before breaking down and accepting defeat. He reluctantly started back home to the mountains, crying as the darkness set in and Dawn was gone.
He found himself back in his hometown, but not as how he had left it. The virus had finally entered the town, and word had it that Randy was dead. Paul brought Martin and his family to his cabin in the woods where they waited for military aid. Deep down Paul knew what had happened to Rochester would happen to them. They lived off the land and laid low in the forest for years. Martin's wife could not take the isolation any longer, and she left with the kids. Martin chased after them, only to find she had led his entire family into the grave. He returned to Paul's cabin and killed himself only a month later.
Paul was on his own in the woods, now somewhere in his thirties (he stopped keeping track), just as he had been a decade ago. Had this been the life he yearned for as a kid? Was this living off the land? If so, he took it all back. He did not want the land. He wanted the love of his life, he wanted his job as a butcher, he wanted his brother again. But all he had left was the land.
He couldn't bring himself to take his life like Martin had, but he had nowhere to go. He let animal instinct take over, and his survival was fueled by the hunt. When the game finally dried up around his home town, he left his cabin and followed. He killed deer and dead alike to make it one day forward. Years passed and his hunger for the game brought him south, out of the mountains, and towards Monroe County. He had practically become what he hunted: an animal. Paul has not spoken with another person in years, nor has he slept with a roof over his head. He is a wild man these days, and the figure of his past is near completely forgotten. Now he stalks on the edges of Monroe County, ready for his next meal... or something more.
Would you like your character to start with any items?
- Hunting knife
- Iron Hatchet (from Hydrocraft I think)
Is your character a member of a group?
No
Would you like to be placed in a random group at the start of the lore?
No
