Been to damn long since ive been in an RP, let alone a classic apocalypse based one. Should be fun. Will finish up application tomorrow after work.
Name: Solomon "Trigger" Day
Age (DoB): 18
Nationality: American
Appearance:
A rather strange sort would be the term used by most. In terms of body, long dark red curly hair but with skin like bronze, he has a short stocky stature standing at only 5'0 with a weight of 200 lbs, Small dark brown/black eyes and a few other quirky features like his rather larger albeit flat lying ears, large jagged tooth filled mouth which is all kinds of messed up and once again rather large both in width and length nose. Scars and occasional burns can be found due to the rather tough times he's been through. Overall a rather solid and tough looking individual built like a wrestler or maybe a boxer.
Occupation: Apprentice Carpenter/Semi-Retired Gang Member
Immunity: Full
Equipment:
a On Person
- Wallet($20 Bucks, Debit Card, ID Card, Library Card)
- .38 Colt Special Police Revolver, (6 Rounds)
- .357 S&W Magnum Revolver, (12 Rounds)
- Stoeger Double Field Shotgun, 12 Gauge(24 Rounds),
- Switch Blade
- Cellphone
- Spray Paint
b Hiking Backpack
- Rope
- Multi Tool
- Crowbars
- Bundle of Keys
- Green Blanket
- Water Canteen
- Personal Journal
- Gun Cleaning Kit
- Flashlight
- 1 Day Ration of food
- Book: "The King In Yellow"
c Clothing
- Black Cowboy Hat
- Black Bandolier
- Large Silver Cross Necklace
- Silver Wristwatch
- Denim Vest with Gang Logo/Patch(Crescent Moon & Wolf Head topped with a Crown)
- Stacy Adams Black&White Striped Dress Shirt
- White T Shirt
- Bandolier
- Ammo Belt
- Black Jeans
- Black Socks
- Heart Lover Boxers
- Old Oxhide Cowboy Boots
d Motorcycle
- Gas Can
- Canteen
- Tool Kit
- Electrical Notebook
e Hideout
- Winchester Model 1873 Lever Rifle(modernized), 357 Magnum
- Gun Case Stash(x120 Rounds .38 Special, x104 Rounds .357 Magnum, x36 12 Gauge Shells)
- 5 Days worth of Food
- x12 Glass Bottles of Coke Classic
- Tub fool of Water
- Small Book Collection
- Spare Cloth
Skills:
Thuggish Rouge
Over the course of his Intrepid career as a criminal youth Solomon has acquired a number of skills and habits, some useful other less so, that he found to both necessary and needed in the situations that confronted him over the course of his education in the "School of Hard Knocks". From the mundane like hotwiring a car and picking a lock(petty thief), all the way to the far more brutish including a broad knowledge of intimidation and a fondness for weapons and occasional random violence. Bred from a violent and hateful childhood defined by endemic poverty from which the only the certain guarantee was pain being inflicted upon him of some sorts; Since the quarantine he has been able to put many of these skills to use with varying results.
Vehicle Maintenance/Use
Knows his way around a vehicle whether that be cars, bicycles or his favorite motorcycles. Whether it be stealing, hotwiring, fixing, or simply driving them around town them fucking around with his toys as he calls them is both a passion and one of Solomon's few pleasures in this world.
Construction Skills
Since being provided legitimate employment via a relative Solomon has acquired a number of basic skills as a construction worker. Knowing his way around a hammer or a protractor he's gained a reasonable knowledge in building and maintaining structures. Whether that be in the form of making barricades, or destroying stairs these skills have blossomed in the hard times since.
Criminal Intuition
While relatively lacking in a proper education Solomon has what one might call "street smarts". In addition to his roughish skills he also a natural knowledge and understanding of what it takes to survive under less than ideal circumstances. Hunger, pain, poverty, raw violence and terror have all been feelings and sensations that he has both experienced and come to know intimately and as such has had to learn to endure from a young age. And with that has come an almost uncanny knack to not only know, sense, but also have a basic understanding of what to do in difficult circumstances not if but when they come. Whether that be in the form of old habits like knowing what house to rob or when the police might be near or more newer ones like when's the best time to leave before a horde of infected arrives is irrelevant.
Physically Fitness
Along with cars/vehicles and gambling up until he learn to read at the age of 12 Solomon had an almost zealous dedication to crafting the temple that was his body into a state of martial "perfection" or at the very least doing his damn hardest to try. This was not just some plain hobby taken up by him but a necessity to survive the absolute savage challenges of his childhood. While a gun might be not, it isn't always there. The fist in contrast is always presents and always reliable. Though not as fixated since his youth due to his former occupation combined with regularly working out Solomon has been able to maintain a reasonable degree of physical fitness compared to most. This has come in form of various benefits namely physical fitness and endurance to name the most obvious.
Avid Book Reader
Despite the aforementioned lack of education Solomon is a surprisingly well read individual upon learning to read from a chaplain while incarcerated he has found a tremendous amount of solace via literature. Due to this he has made for himself a rather nice book collection and has developed a rather strong predilection for journaling. On the road one will never find him without atleast one book, along with said journal of course.
Weaknesses:
Paranoia
His difficult upbringing bought with it not only physical scars but mental ones too. The line between "productive" criminal intuition and a crippling social dysfunctional is a narrow one, Solomon is no better proof of that. Fear isn't just emotional but a state of being in the mind of Solomon. Though he goes to bed with a gun under his pillow and a razor blade under his tongue the fixation that someone is going to betray or hurt him means there are nights he can't even rest.
Poor Social Skills
Said Paranoia and other issues lead to the secondary issue of poor social skills retarded not only by his dysfunctional family life defined by a mix of abandonment, a constant shifting array of foster homes, and issues that come with falling through the cracks of a broken system; but also by his repeated incarcerations. Being stuck in a hall full of absolute barbarians and surrounded by maniacs engaged in constant psychological warfare and occasional bouts of short but intense violence has led to an expected outcome in an impressionable youth. At the minimum this young man is a jaded individual with a propensity to responding to negative stimuli with sometimes extreme violence makes it difficult to form proper close connections with others. With that has come a weak social network largely comprised of many of the same aforementioned who have shaped him into the man he has come to be and has in many ways held him back from realizing any true potential outside his bleak circumstances.
Outlook of Despair
"Misery is all I see, it's my mind state" No truer words have been spoken that speak to the state of mind and being that is Solomon. From the moment he wakes up till the time he goes to sleep he has to pray thanks that he made it another 24, because the next aren't guaranteed. This is beyond a simple feeling of sadness of a mild case of melancholy. Solomon's mental state has gone far beyond that into a much darker place. From his earliest memories this is a boy who has in some ways gone through life with a death wish living on borrowed time and the worst part about it... he knows it too. At only age 10 when asked where he expects to be in the next 10 years he said plainly "I'll probably die". The fact that that seems to be delayed for the time being is only a small solace, will he make it past his teens? Only god knows, because this boy from the ghetto certainly doesn't.
Old War Wounds
His rough childhood followed by regular injuries from constant conflict ranging from gunshots to stabbings and old broken bones has led to a number of war wounds which occasionally cause issues. Though not as sever as they could be occasional bought of pain and stiffness of joins are not uncommon for the young man. This can make it difficult for him to push himself when he needs it the most and cause general discomfort and unwelcome irritation at inopportune times.
Minimal Formal Education
Despite his love for reading and general street knowledge as mentioned Solomon is of limited means in a more formal sense of the word. With schooling interrupted by a mix of regular truancies and being in and out of prison from a young age this has led to poor academic outcomes as one might expect. The streets and the experiences of his life were his primary schooling. While versed in the basics like the three Rs(Reading, Writing, Arithmetic) his knowledge in even basic schooling matters(Stem, Liberal Arts, etc) could at best be described as... rough to say the least. He learned what he needed and worked with what he had. Though one shouldn't underestimate him, though seemingly crude and lacking in intelligence many have learned the hard way that what he lacks in schooling he makes up for in raw cunning and an almost razor like shrewdness that has caught many of guard.
Personality:
If one were to make the acquittance of the young man named Solomon first appearances would prove to be poor. Many words would come to mind: a thief, a malcontent, a belligerent hood, or crude spoken thug; whatever words one uses they all boiled down to one thing. Dealt a bad hand from the start A youth with an unsettling propensity for violence and a paranoid mentality that leads him to come off as cold at best and callous at worst. The rigors of life have left this young man jaded and weary having fallen hard through the cracks at young age and forced to fight a running battle with a fate that promised only a cell or a patch of dirt. Despite all that, despite all the pain and the hardship and the belligerent and savage cruelty that have formed the basis of his external being if one were to look deep, they would find a scared little boy just trying to find home. He knows he's living wrong and with the reaper always seemingly around the corner he knows it's only a matter of time before he checks out. With that has come an all encompassing depression a feeling almost of miasma ain the form of raw fear that permeates every fiber of his being. When asked by a prison psychologist his only answer was as such: "I feel sick... I feel very sick." No truer words could be spoken for this lost and unhappy youth whose very self esteem of himself is minimal living his life on borrowed time going day by day and starting and ending everyone having to thank god that he made another 24, because tomorrow. it's not promised.
Likes: Guns, Cars, Fighting, Gambling, Books, Quiet Solitude
Dislikes: Rivals ops, Spiders, Authority Figures(Police,Military,etc), Loud Bitches
Biography:
Born and raised in the post industrial slums of South-Side Chicago to a heroin addicted teenage Mother and an unknown Father at Solomon's birth like for all children God was smiling down upon him but more than likely was also frowning, for he knew the trials this boy would have to endure just to survive. Growing up his world was a ghetto where devils and men lived side by side in grand discord. Unwanted and unloved his mother, one named Sasha Day, seemed to take greater care in partying and men. A new one of which would seemingly come every other day or so. Some crueler, others less so to the young Solomon who struggled just to be heard and who over the years would languish in the agony that is childhood neglect.
At the age of 3 his mother would take the fateful decision of abandoning the toddler leaving him alone hungry, cold, and scared. It was at this age that Solomon would enter his first foster "home". One of 10 that would be inflected upon him over the next 6 years the result of which lead to a youth with maybe only a tenth the love necessary to function as a human being. This was a time of uncertainty and pain unimaginable in which the only certainty was that someone was going to hurt him. Food was not guaranteed, safety certainly wasn't nor shelter, nor love, nor affection or any other things one would see as necessary to raise a mentally fit and socially adjusted individual. Nay the only thing promised was pain. Who, what, when, and why varied from time to time but regardless of those it wasn't an inevitable. Solomon like so many tragic and lost youth had fallen through the cracks, the cracks which hurt and deprive and turn little children into painful little jagged pieces. The end result would come to be a menace to society.
Age 8 would be the year he got his first stripes so to speak committing a shooting with a stolen gun against a boy who had tried to bully him before. This would soon prove to be only the beginning. The next 10 years his life would be defined by armed robbery and dreams with a gun in his hand and a gleam in his eye this youth named after a King of old would show himself to be a menace to society. Carving for himself a bloody patch of his own making as his reputation on the streets he called home grew so did the heights of his criminal career. It wasn't long before he found himself cliqued up with a gang. A shorty for a local set of Kings Hill Rangers as they knew themselves as. From a petty thief with a known temper to stick up kid and later feared enforcer on the streets he called home, the once victim unembraced by the village became the very thing that had led to his creation. But as he grew older and more violent and cruel he found simultaneously that he was not only no happier than he had been before but in some ways worse. In and out of prison and whether behind the wall or in the world always having to look over his shoulder and keep a gun under his pillow even when he slept he took on the mentality of a hunted animal caught in a trap always fearing what was behind the corner. The way of the gun which had laid so much promise to provide him freedom and safety he had so craved had proven to be a trap and one he found himself unable to get out.
Attempts at reform proved difficult at best, and damn near impossible at worst. Solomon understood he was living dead wrong and he tried, he really did. During a particularly long prison stay Solomon took shop classes during which he learned he had a proficiency with his hands. Hands which had up until that point had been meant primarily to destroy could also build. When he finally got out he took those skills to use getting in contact with a distant relative Solomon was able to acquire a job as a construction laborer and later an apprentice carpenter. With that some progress was made to getting out of the gutter. But like crack did to Pooky the Streets sung a siren song that proved impossible to ignore forever. Whether due to greed or desperation or even just raw boredom the boy named Solomon always found himself getting dragged back to square one. the struggle was real even before the outbreak had even started.
Since the end times have begun the life of Solomon which had already been spiraling to the drain has arguably only gotten even more complicated. In many ways due to the far more brutal circumstances Solomon whose progress towards bettering himself had already been slow has regressed in many ways. Faced with the pressures of survival in a world turned over Solomon has found the need to return to old ways and habits and return to the assistance of old allies just to make it to another day. Since the beginning of the riots and the rise of the infected every day has been a deadly sprint with the reaper himself. Whether it be in the form of hordes of infected, enemy opps(especially the Westside Boys) launching raids on his gangs steadily shrinking territory, or the near total collapse in local infrastructure and services Solomon and his few confederates have found themselves mired in a total war of attrition where defeat equals annihilation. One that they along with Solomon find themselves both ill equipped to handle and based on how things are going on the losing end of. In the fight between light and darkness, will this prove to be the end of this young man whose life has been one set of pain after the other? Only time and god will tell in the end.
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