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Character Name
Mike Brown
I Agree
Yes
Has this character appeared in a previous lore?
No
Age
26
Blood Type
A+
Personality
Mike’s a pretty easy going guy, tends to try and crack a joke here and there but he can read a room. He’s not going to go and be a wiseguy when there’s serious talk going down. Not the first time around the block, Mike always keeps his head on a swivel, eyes open for signs of danger. Though he’s happy to chat, he’s not one to get himself caught up in others’ business. He’s number one in his world, and his hide is more important than someone else’s.
He’s also a pretty big music buff and carries around several CD players and cassette players with different pieces he enjoys.
Character Motivations
Much like everyone else at this point, goal number one is staying alive. Whether that means he can settle down in a place for a while or has to keep on the move for some time, doesn’t really matter. Just got to stay alive. Of course, sometimes that does mean he has to lift some things off others, but that’s just the nature of life nowadays, right? He’s also pretty interested in finding new CDs and beats to listen to. Everything needs a killer track, after all.
Physical Appearance
Despite everything that’s gone on, Mike Brown seems to have taken relatively good care of himself. Standing at 5’9” and weighing 177lbs, he stands rather casually despite the overall situation and toll the last 13 or so years would’ve taken, sporting a simperous smile. A black baseball cap hangs from the top of his head, covering short, fuzzy black hair atop his dark brown complexion. A short, well groomed mustache hangs above his lip, paired with a goatee hanging a centimeter or so off his chin. Besides the whites of his eyes, the only real eye catching features are a pair of small silver earrings. A coyote brown neck gaiter covers his neck and keeps it warm whilst a heavy M81 Woodland patterned M65 Jacket hangs off his shoulders, a black sweater lying underneath. Alongside this, a pair of dark black-blue trousers and ankle high coyote brown boots cover his lower body. A greenish-gray bag hangs from his back.
Character Image Link
https://i.gyazo.com/0c961b07137208e0b8f26151442d7f2c.png
Mechanical Occupation
Mechanic
In-Character Occupation
Procurer of Fine Beats
Biography
Jason Walker was born on February 5th, 2003 to a military family in Arlington, Virginia. His father, a captain in the US Army was deployed at the time of his birth. He was the second son and would ultimately have three other siblings, his older brother Marco, his older sister his younger brother Dominic. He grew up a fairly happy child and enjoyed spending time with most of his siblings, though he did have some arguments and fights with Marco.
Overall Jason was a decent kid in school, kept in line by his father and older brother. However, he couldn't help but feel rather distanced between his family and some of the other kids in school as he grew up. Growing up in a middle class family, Jason never found himself fitting quite in with other groups in middle school; he was somewhat awkward, and found that few groups accepted him. Still, he had some friends, of which he cherished close.. at least until things started going wrong.
Things were changing already far before the Outbreak began in full swing. His father stayed long hours into the night at the Pentagon, often until early in the morning. He was stressed each time Jason saw him. Schools closed down, and he didn't get to see much of his friends anymore. His sister was in college halfway across the country. His brothers were still around at least. As the outbreak grew worse and worse, the situation at home persevered, at least tenuously. His mother and father argued more and more.
Things didn't look good when Marco returned with a gash on his shoulder, bleeding rather heavily. His dad wasn't home. His brother was upstairs. His mother tried to help him, calling the hospitals. But it didn't work. He expired before too long from blood loss. And then he turned. Jason's mother was grabbed, and she went too. Unable to do anything, Jason fled upstairs and got his brother, locking the door.
He called his dad but there was no answer. He called his sister, but there was no answer. It was then that Jason knew he'd have to make some decisions. Taking his younger brother with him, he packed essentials and important items, amongst them an old iPod Classic his dad gave him, and rushed out the door...
Running his thumb through his music selection, Mike's eyes hovered on one song and grinned. "Shit, I can't say no to that one." he murmurs, pushing his thumb down into the iPod Classic. "Brothers and sisters..!" hums into his ears through his headset. "Brothers and sisters, I don't know what this world is coming to!" Bobbing his head as the beat comes on, followed by Chuck D's rhymes. Closing his eyes, he mumbles the words along with as he steps outside of the small trailer. His eyes hang on the purply-orange haze as the sun begins to rise, the wind biting into his exposed skin.
Pulling his neck gaiter over his face, he shuffles over to an old hickory tree. Strapped to the tree sits a middle aged man, the creases lining his face from more than just old age. Purple-brown bruises and bloody lacerations coat his face, his arms, and his body.
Looking over at the sorry man, Mike squats down. "What was it you said? Grow some cojones?" he derides him. "Took somethin' important to me, Jose. I returned the favor. Your son's trashed, your gang's gone. But hey, I wasn't much of an eye for an eye kinda guy." he tells him as he pulls out a revolver out of his pockets. He carefully examines it, running his hands along the finely done engraving. 'El Jefe' is engraved on both sides. 'The Boss', in Spanish.
"Lo...lo siento, Brown..I..I acted a bit out of line.." the man started. Mike didn't pay much heed, focusing for more on the rap and the gun in his hand.
"Attitude, when I'm on fire..juice on the loose, electric wire.." he meets Jose's gaze, his own narrowing as he cocks the hammer.
"W-Wait...I-I've got plenty of guns..girls, food..a-anything.."
"You want some more..you wanna get some..bum-rush the door of a store.." Mike continued, looking down at the wheel of the revolver.
"Please, Brown, PLEASE!"
BANG, BANG!
"Stop crying Jose. Grow some cojones." he tells the man as blood streamed from his crotch, right where the family jewels are. Jose screamed, wheezing and groaning as he struggled to push his hands down there. Mike sighed and slipped the revolver back into his pocket before walking over to his bag, hefting it up onto his back before he started walking through the forest, another song popping in as the other faded out. "Yeah..straight out the fuckin' dungeons of rap...where fake niggas don't make it back."
Would you like your character to start with any items?
AR-10 Rifle and some ammunition, GPS (name changed to iPod Classic), couple CD players and some CDs.
Would you like your character to start with any skills?
Sprinting - 5
Lightfooted - 3
Nimble - 4
Sneaking - 3
Blunt - Accuracy 4
Guard - 2
Maint - 2
Cooking - 3
First Aid - 4
Electrical - 5
Aiming - 5
Reloading - 4
Fishing - 3
Foraging - 4
Is your character a member of a group?
No
Mike Brown
I Agree
Yes
Has this character appeared in a previous lore?
No
Age
26
Blood Type
A+
Personality
Mike’s a pretty easy going guy, tends to try and crack a joke here and there but he can read a room. He’s not going to go and be a wiseguy when there’s serious talk going down. Not the first time around the block, Mike always keeps his head on a swivel, eyes open for signs of danger. Though he’s happy to chat, he’s not one to get himself caught up in others’ business. He’s number one in his world, and his hide is more important than someone else’s.
He’s also a pretty big music buff and carries around several CD players and cassette players with different pieces he enjoys.
Character Motivations
Much like everyone else at this point, goal number one is staying alive. Whether that means he can settle down in a place for a while or has to keep on the move for some time, doesn’t really matter. Just got to stay alive. Of course, sometimes that does mean he has to lift some things off others, but that’s just the nature of life nowadays, right? He’s also pretty interested in finding new CDs and beats to listen to. Everything needs a killer track, after all.
Physical Appearance
Despite everything that’s gone on, Mike Brown seems to have taken relatively good care of himself. Standing at 5’9” and weighing 177lbs, he stands rather casually despite the overall situation and toll the last 13 or so years would’ve taken, sporting a simperous smile. A black baseball cap hangs from the top of his head, covering short, fuzzy black hair atop his dark brown complexion. A short, well groomed mustache hangs above his lip, paired with a goatee hanging a centimeter or so off his chin. Besides the whites of his eyes, the only real eye catching features are a pair of small silver earrings. A coyote brown neck gaiter covers his neck and keeps it warm whilst a heavy M81 Woodland patterned M65 Jacket hangs off his shoulders, a black sweater lying underneath. Alongside this, a pair of dark black-blue trousers and ankle high coyote brown boots cover his lower body. A greenish-gray bag hangs from his back.
Character Image Link
https://i.gyazo.com/0c961b07137208e0b8f26151442d7f2c.png
Mechanical Occupation
Mechanic
In-Character Occupation
Procurer of Fine Beats
Biography
Jason Walker was born on February 5th, 2003 to a military family in Arlington, Virginia. His father, a captain in the US Army was deployed at the time of his birth. He was the second son and would ultimately have three other siblings, his older brother Marco, his older sister his younger brother Dominic. He grew up a fairly happy child and enjoyed spending time with most of his siblings, though he did have some arguments and fights with Marco.
Overall Jason was a decent kid in school, kept in line by his father and older brother. However, he couldn't help but feel rather distanced between his family and some of the other kids in school as he grew up. Growing up in a middle class family, Jason never found himself fitting quite in with other groups in middle school; he was somewhat awkward, and found that few groups accepted him. Still, he had some friends, of which he cherished close.. at least until things started going wrong.
Things were changing already far before the Outbreak began in full swing. His father stayed long hours into the night at the Pentagon, often until early in the morning. He was stressed each time Jason saw him. Schools closed down, and he didn't get to see much of his friends anymore. His sister was in college halfway across the country. His brothers were still around at least. As the outbreak grew worse and worse, the situation at home persevered, at least tenuously. His mother and father argued more and more.
Things didn't look good when Marco returned with a gash on his shoulder, bleeding rather heavily. His dad wasn't home. His brother was upstairs. His mother tried to help him, calling the hospitals. But it didn't work. He expired before too long from blood loss. And then he turned. Jason's mother was grabbed, and she went too. Unable to do anything, Jason fled upstairs and got his brother, locking the door.
He called his dad but there was no answer. He called his sister, but there was no answer. It was then that Jason knew he'd have to make some decisions. Taking his younger brother with him, he packed essentials and important items, amongst them an old iPod Classic his dad gave him, and rushed out the door...
Running his thumb through his music selection, Mike's eyes hovered on one song and grinned. "Shit, I can't say no to that one." he murmurs, pushing his thumb down into the iPod Classic. "Brothers and sisters..!" hums into his ears through his headset. "Brothers and sisters, I don't know what this world is coming to!" Bobbing his head as the beat comes on, followed by Chuck D's rhymes. Closing his eyes, he mumbles the words along with as he steps outside of the small trailer. His eyes hang on the purply-orange haze as the sun begins to rise, the wind biting into his exposed skin.
Pulling his neck gaiter over his face, he shuffles over to an old hickory tree. Strapped to the tree sits a middle aged man, the creases lining his face from more than just old age. Purple-brown bruises and bloody lacerations coat his face, his arms, and his body.
Looking over at the sorry man, Mike squats down. "What was it you said? Grow some cojones?" he derides him. "Took somethin' important to me, Jose. I returned the favor. Your son's trashed, your gang's gone. But hey, I wasn't much of an eye for an eye kinda guy." he tells him as he pulls out a revolver out of his pockets. He carefully examines it, running his hands along the finely done engraving. 'El Jefe' is engraved on both sides. 'The Boss', in Spanish.
"Lo...lo siento, Brown..I..I acted a bit out of line.." the man started. Mike didn't pay much heed, focusing for more on the rap and the gun in his hand.
"Attitude, when I'm on fire..juice on the loose, electric wire.." he meets Jose's gaze, his own narrowing as he cocks the hammer.
"W-Wait...I-I've got plenty of guns..girls, food..a-anything.."
"You want some more..you wanna get some..bum-rush the door of a store.." Mike continued, looking down at the wheel of the revolver.
"Please, Brown, PLEASE!"
BANG, BANG!
"Stop crying Jose. Grow some cojones." he tells the man as blood streamed from his crotch, right where the family jewels are. Jose screamed, wheezing and groaning as he struggled to push his hands down there. Mike sighed and slipped the revolver back into his pocket before walking over to his bag, hefting it up onto his back before he started walking through the forest, another song popping in as the other faded out. "Yeah..straight out the fuckin' dungeons of rap...where fake niggas don't make it back."
Would you like your character to start with any items?
AR-10 Rifle and some ammunition, GPS (name changed to iPod Classic), couple CD players and some CDs.
Would you like your character to start with any skills?
Sprinting - 5
Lightfooted - 3
Nimble - 4
Sneaking - 3
Blunt - Accuracy 4
Guard - 2
Maint - 2
Cooking - 3
First Aid - 4
Electrical - 5
Aiming - 5
Reloading - 4
Fishing - 3
Foraging - 4
Is your character a member of a group?
No
