Name: The Evictor
Birthplace: LA, California
Ethnicity: White
Age: 42
Pic/Description:
The Evictor's long, somehow naturally silver hair on a head of his age makes him stand out when he is not wearing his cloak.
Occupation: Swordsman, Walking Man Spokesperson, Fading Legend, Traveller, etc.
Equipment Decaying Smith & Wesson .357 Revolver (for when swords aren't enough, rarely.) 6 (loaded)+12 rounds loose. European-style two handed longsword (carried on back underneath cloak), and one-handed shortsword (carried on belt, underneath cloak), both regularly maintained.
Immunity: Full
Personality: Like the Vagrant, the Evictor is outspoken and warm, but even more so. When the three Walking Men were travelling together in their prime, the Evictor would often handle whatever socialising was needed to get them to their goal. Unlike the Vagrant, he is less open to genuine friendships and acquaintances, preferring to keep his two from chlidhood and only acquaint for the Walking Men's benefit. His words are quick to turn sharp at rudeness or arrogance, although the Evictor is a little too confident himself. He is slightly jealous of the Vagrant's superior swordsmanship, but he keeps it well veiled as he thinks it’s petty.
Skills: The Evictor is an adept of swordsmanship, although he does not quite have the ability that would be considered masterful like the Vagrant. As the main ‘talker’ for the Walking Men, he is very able at the art of conversation, manipulation, pretence and defusing situations, although he often prefers to see things go up in flames.
Likes: Practising swordplay with his friends, his friends, cynics, long treks, preferably along long dusty roads, naivety
Dislikes: Sleeping without a sleeping bag, sheet, etc., arrogance, rudeness, Order survivors, belivers of their old legend who get it wrong.
Fears: That the Walking Men will split again, that Order resurgents will find them again, that their infamy will return, and Gifted sword users.
Bio: Born in the same city as the Vagrant, the Evictor was fifteen at the time of the Break. Before the chaos, his family lived semi-comfortably in one of the outer suburbs, where he enjoyed a reasonable education in a private school, not too far away, one the family struggled a little to finance. This was not helped by his father’s eccentric collection of expensive European swords, which was a tenuous subject in his house. His mother, for years before the Outbreak, was a friend of the Watcher’s mother, leading them into a childhood friendship.
During Day Zero, the Evictor had been at his school, where he soon panicked and returned home to find his parents one of the Infected, displaying the symptoms that were the initial stages of T-13B. Clutched by a survival instinct, the young Evictor grabbed the few swords of his father’s that were not ceremonial, and left his parents with bottles of sleeping pills once the news of T-13 was released on the rapidly decaying television network. A similar situation had arose with the Watcher, and they spent weeks lurking around, gathering a food stock and barely keeping the zombies off them.
They trailed a survivor group for a few days, one that carried a child with them. When they stayed to rest, they witnessed the death of the child’s finder, and when the boy killed the shooter, they killed the rest of them. From the on, they travelled together.
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2016 6:54 pm
