So Will It Be: Zombie RP [OOC | OPEN]

[Alozia]

*kicks open door*

こんにちは、私の仲間のゾンビホスティング業者.

Take your time with the app, comrade.

Name: Andrew Castle
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Occupation/Role: Amateur Survivalist/Birdwatcher/Blogger
Appearance:

(Image)

In terms of clothing, Andrew wears a green zipped up hooded jacket with several front pockets, where he keeps his sleeves rolled up. He has a cheap digital watch on his left wrist, where he also wears dark tan pants, and hiking shoes.
Personal Belongings: Swiss Army Knife, Cell Phone, Tire Iron, Matches, Compass, Water Canteen, Flashlight, Portable Birdwatcher Journal, Ink Pen, Carton of Bandages, Antiseptic Spray, Camping Backpack and Glasses Case.
Personality: From a standpoint, Andrew is an easy-going person who just wants to be one with the trees. He is known as a local to the town, as he is mostly seen as passive. While sociable, he can still crack under some major situations, which can be disastrous, considering the unexpected events that will happen in the future. While he gives himself some pride into being a survivalist, he might not take in the major responsibility lightly, since his skills are still of an average level rather than professional.
Strengths:
- Socially Trustworthy
- Experience when traversing rural areas and general basics of surviving outdoors
- Knows how to garden for food
- Heavy Endurance
- Knows how to start a fire or two for survival purposes
Weaknesses:
- Myopia (requires glasses, or he's screwed) Might as well have his glasses duct taped to his head.
- Lack of Major Medical Knowledge/Inability to Perform Surgery or Treat Major Wounds
- Lack of Knowledge on using firearms
- Easily overwhelmed and unable to think straight by chaotic situations, when presented out of nowhere.
- Not prone to traveling/Lack of knowledge of states beyond.
Biography (two paragraphs minimum):
Andrew Castle was raised by a middle class family in the middle of New Hampshire, until they later moved to Vermont, while Andrew was still 3. Andrew was never a part of any major urban lifestyle, as he was tasked as a kid to help work with his family in their small town grocery store. Andrew was still taught in elementary to high school, until his family moved again to Manchester, Vermont while Andrew was in his junior year. Life was normal for Andrew, however while he was at ease with his life within Manchester, he still wanted to live among himself. Not as a hermit, but wanting to live among the outdoors.

After he graduated from the University of Burlington with an English major, he stayed within Burlington nearby the Centennial Woods Natural Area. His interests were more focused on the woods and nature that he admired, though he was late to the chance of being a boy scout. It took him a few years to get him some skills of a camper, but he still enjoyed the result at the end. He kept a bit of an online presence with birdwatching, which he was an avid blogger for a nature website, documenting and detailing the types of birds within the area. He is in the middle of a relationship with a girlfriend named Liz, a social activist, however one can't predict future events.

At the time before the outbreak, Andrew's parents announced they would be on a trip to Washington D.C, while Andrew stayed behind to check track of his relationship, though he promised he was visit them soon.
Miscellaneous: Theme

Accepted.

[Main Nation Ministry]

Accepted.

[Alozia]

ugh, I need to update the character roster.

[Foxfound]

This looks super interesting. Not sure if I'll have time to join though, I always seem to have trouble focusing on writing in these.

[Alozia]

okay, the character roster has been UPDATED!

[Alozia]

Accepted.

[Alozia]

FWM I just noticed your sig <3

[Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States]

It's incredibly short, but I wanted to put something out and I somehow feel very little energy at the moment. But rest assured, Habid will be fleshed out more during the RP, and I hope to write him well. I don't know what's going on, tbh.


Name: Habid Rabbani
Age: 43
Sex: Male
Occupation/Role: General Practitioner
Appearance:

Personal Belongings: A house along Brook Drive
Personality: Habid is a kindly, and somewhat timid individual. He enjoys company, but he enjoys listening more than talking, and watching more than being watched. He enjoys helping people out, and would like not to get too much credit when he does so. He does enjoy his wealth, though, and hs proud of his house along Brook Drive, his Tesla, and his collection of vintage wines. He is also a perfectionist, when regarding himself, and is often very hard on his own abilities. This means he has trouble truly connecting to people, as his perfectionism is partnered with a crippling social anxiety.
Strengths: As a GP, Habid has a lot of general medical knowledge that can be implemented in a number of ways, and he has access to medicine.
Weaknesses: Habid suffers from a lot of racism aimed at him and his Muslim faith. His perfectionism and social anxiety make it so he can dwell forever on mistakes he made, and that often means that he lacks the courage to take decisive action, even when it is needed.
Biography: Born in Basrah, Iraq in 1978, to a wealthy Shia family, there was never any doubt that Habid would become a doctor, like his parents. Neither was there room for his younger sister to be anything else. Their whole lives were building up to that moment. During the second Gulf War, Habid worked as a medic to heal wounded Iraqi soldiers, and when Saddam Hussein fled, he started helping the Coalition forces in the country. In 2010, under threat of Sunni insurgents, he and his wife and two year old daughter moved to the US, to Burlington Vermont, in order to avoid assassination. There, he opened his own GP clinic, with a few nurses and other doctors to help out. His daughter is fresh into Burlington high school, where she is doing quite well. However, Habid is quite worried about his parents and sister, who are still living in Bashra, much closer to the original outbreak of a virus he has been following for some time.

[The Twelve Isles]

I live in Vermont. So, I guess I kinda gotta join in on this RP. Its only right.

[The Twelve Isles]

Name: Noah Gunderson
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Occupation/Role: Part time mechanic/friendly neighborhood drug dealer
Appearance:

Personal Belongings: - Old green civic
- Car keys
- Spare tire
- Tire iron
- Jumper cables
- Shovel
- Wallet containing thirty seven dollars in cash, a debit card, a laundry card, his learners permit (driving legally is for chumps anyways,) and two unused condoms
- Fresh pack of Marlboro Black 100s
- Lighter
- Cell phone (cracked, only holds a charge for about an hour)
- Phone charger
- Thin gold chain (bought at Wal-Mart)
- Two t-shirts
- One pair of jeans
- Three pairs of boxers
- One pair of sneakers
- Ratty old hoodie
- Knife
- A backpack containing his clothes, a scale, a half pound of weed (several different strains,) a bag of xanax, plastic baggies and a pellet gun.
Personality: Noah, though not an evil person, is far from a good kid. He makes his money predominantly through selling drugs, stealing and cheating people out of their earnings with lies and broken cell phones. He was raised on nineties rap music and top ramen, his family nearly always hovering on the brink of poverty, and it created a young man who is sneaky, often defensive, quick to anger and always ready for a fight. He revels in chaos, getting his kicks from knocking out car lights with his friends and drinking until he blacks out. However, deep down, Noah does care, at least about some people, and would do anything to protect them. He knows the kind of person he is, and wears it with pride, but also knows that he both wants to and can be better. Maybe all the death and destruction rapidly approaching may be just the sort of thing he needs to finally mature out of a youth of anger and petty crime and into an adulthood of respect and kindness.
Strengths: Noah has a knack for mechanical applications, having a strong knowledge of cars and how to maintain them. He is also good at reading people and situations, and for sussing things out, weather that be a secret or where someone has stashed a wad of cash. He is not particularly large, but he is fast and agile, a wily young man who can squeeze into tight spaces and out of tight grips.
Weaknesses: Noah is defensive nine times out of ten, and does not take criticism (no matter how justified it may be) very well. Physically he is not very large either, and though he can take a hit well, he can hardly dish one out, making hardly a physical threat.
Biography: A strange boy from a strange town, Noah Gunderson was born and raised in Brattleboro Vermont. Wherever his mother went, no one really knows, though he would sometimes get post cards from her with five bucks, usually wishing him a happy birthday, rarely on his actual birthday. His father by extension was, much like Noah, not an evil man at heart, but certainly not a good one either, working odd jobs to fuel his alcoholism, and regularly disappearing from the little trailer where they lived for days at a time, leaving Noah to be raised largely by his sister, Emma. Noah loved his sister more than anything in the world, and she loved him, the two of them forming a bond that they were never able to form with their parents, and it was his sisters hard work and determination that put food on the table, though it was rarely particularly good food, with Noah being raised on a steady diet of top ramen and sriracha. Still, he was never hungry.

His sisters presence instilled in Noah from a young age a love of cars. She was much older than Noah, happenstance of a drunken night their father once shared with a lot lizard in a New York State truck stop. Their father hardly used the old truck in their trailers front lawn, and so Emma taught herself how to drive early, and Noah loved watching and learning with his sister as she pieced together how to keep the damn thing running.

Still, his love of cars did not translate well into a love of school, where he was frequently in trouble for acting out in class and scaring the girls with dug up worms. His first suspension came in third grade, when a larger boy stole the fruit roll up his sister had packed and Noah responded by stabbing the other boy in the leg with a pencil. Not long after, when a sixth grade boy called Noah a crack baby, Noah was expelled from his first school for breaking the boys nose and knocking out five of his teeth. From there, Noah was sent to another school on the other side of town, and was required to attend therapy at the Brattleboro Retreat, to which he rarely went, as he didnt care to go and his sister rarely had time to bring him.

Noah's school career continued on much the same for the rest of his time in elementary school, getting in trouble, not showing up if he could help it, and thoroughly disregarding his assignments despite his teachers insisting that he was clearly not stupid, and just needed to apply himself. In middle school, Noah began to play hockey, a sport he did well at, and which he continued to play into high school. Here, Noah was still, well, Noah, but he had the advantages of the Career Center of the local school, BUHS, where he could attend a mechanics class. If he could help it, Noah never showed up to school, instead sleazing the town selling weed and pills with his friends and paying homeless people to buy them beer. But he always showed up to his shop class, never late, and always staying after to talk to his teacher (Mr Spiegler) and poke and prod for more things to learn about cars. He loved them, the speed, the roar of the engines, the sound of music blasted from windows in summer. Unlike his own life, with all of its chaos and confusion, cars were simple. Elegant machines, where all it took to make sense was to watch and learn, and where the gears and machinery all fit so perfectly together. Despite everything, Noah knew what his calling was. He wanted to be a mechanic, build a real life for himself, build incredible cars of his own, and be able to eat real food.

Sadly, Noah's other, often less than legal, activities and thorough disregard for school would come to bite him in the ass. For never attending, he was eventually expelled from school at the start of his junior year. He spent the rest of his year doing nothing, hanging out with the fiends at the transit center or racing on the dirt backroads, continuing to sell drugs. Really, he was selling more and more drugs, loving the money it provided, and the stories it lead too. When he was eighteen he completed a GED, and a friend introduced him to a trio of guys in Burlington who had connections to some Canadians, apparently who could get them access to a steady stream of percocets, cocaine and weed. Perfect. Taking some weed and xanax to sell while he was in Burlington, Noah hopped in his car and drove north, staying with his uncle (paying his rent in weed) and starting to try and make his money on Lake Champlain. However, Noah would soon find that perhaps going to Burlington was not the right choice, when the shadowy disease that reports had been coming out about the world over rapidly found its way home to Noah Gunderson.
Miscellaneous: White Tooth Man

[Alozia]

Name: Noah Gunderson
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Occupation/Role: Part time mechanic/friendly neighborhood drug dealer
Appearance:

(Image)

Personal Belongings: - Old green civic
- Car keys
- Spare tire
- Tire iron
- Jumper cables
- Shovel
- Wallet containing thirty seven dollars in cash, a debit card, a laundry card, his learners permit (driving legally is for chumps anyways,) and two unused condoms
- Fresh pack of Marlboro Black 100s
- Lighter
- Cell phone (cracked, only holds a charge for about an hour)
- Phone charger
- Thin gold chain (bought at Wal-Mart)
- Two t-shirts
- One pair of jeans
- Three pairs of boxers
- One pair of sneakers
- Ratty old hoodie
- Knife
- A backpack containing his clothes, a scale, a half pound of weed (several different strains,) a bag of xanax, plastic baggies and a pellet gun.
Personality: Noah, though not an evil person, is far from a good kid. He makes his money predominantly through selling drugs, stealing and cheating people out of their earnings with lies and broken cell phones. He was raised on nineties rap music and top ramen, his family nearly always hovering on the brink of poverty, and it created a young man who is sneaky, often defensive, quick to anger and always ready for a fight. He revels in chaos, getting his kicks from knocking out car lights with his friends and drinking until he blacks out. However, deep down, Noah does care, at least about some people, and would do anything to protect them. He knows the kind of person he is, and wears it with pride, but also knows that he both wants to and can be better. Maybe all the death and destruction rapidly approaching may be just the sort of thing he needs to finally mature out of a youth of anger and petty crime and into an adulthood of respect and kindness.
Strengths: Noah has a knack for mechanical applications, having a strong knowledge of cars and how to maintain them. He is also good at reading people and situations, and for sussing things out, weather that be a secret or where someone has stashed a wad of cash. He is not particularly large, but he is fast and agile, a wily young man who can squeeze into tight spaces and out of tight grips.
Weaknesses: Noah is defensive nine times out of ten, and does not take criticism (no matter how justified it may be) very well. Physically he is not very large either, and though he can take a hit well, he can hardly dish one out, making hardly a physical threat.
Biography: A strange boy from a strange town, Noah Gunderson was born and raised in Brattleboro Vermont. Wherever his mother went, no one really knows, though he would sometimes get post cards from her with five bucks, usually wishing him a happy birthday, rarely on his actual birthday. His father by extension was, much like Noah, not an evil man at heart, but certainly not a good one either, working odd jobs to fuel his alcoholism, and regularly disappearing from the little trailer where they lived for days at a time, leaving Noah to be raised largely by his sister, Emma. Noah loved his sister more than anything in the world, and she loved him, the two of them forming a bond that they were never able to form with their parents, and it was his sisters hard work and determination that put food on the table, though it was rarely particularly good food, with Noah being raised on a steady diet of top ramen and sriracha. Still, he was never hungry.

His sisters presence instilled in Noah from a young age a love of cars. She was much older than Noah, happenstance of a drunken night their father once shared with a lot lizard in a New York State truck stop. Their father hardly used the old truck in their trailers front lawn, and so Emma taught herself how to drive early, and Noah loved watching and learning with his sister as she pieced together how to keep the damn thing running.

Still, his love of cars did not translate well into a love of school, where he was frequently in trouble for acting out in class and scaring the girls with dug up worms. His first suspension came in third grade, when a larger boy stole the fruit roll up his sister had packed and Noah responded by stabbing the other boy in the leg with a pencil. Not long after, when a sixth grade boy called Noah a crack baby, Noah was expelled from his first school for breaking the boys nose and knocking out five of his teeth. From there, Noah was sent to another school on the other side of town, and was required to attend therapy at the Brattleboro Retreat, to which he rarely went, as he didnt care to go and his sister rarely had time to bring him.

Noah's school career continued on much the same for the rest of his time in elementary school, getting in trouble, not showing up if he could help it, and thoroughly disregarding his assignments despite his teachers insisting that he was clearly not stupid, and just needed to apply himself. In middle school, Noah began to play hockey, a sport he did well at, and which he continued to play into high school. Here, Noah was still, well, Noah, but he had the advantages of the Career Center of the local school, BUHS, where he could attend a mechanics class. If he could help it, Noah never showed up to school, instead sleazing the town selling weed and pills with his friends and paying homeless people to buy them beer. But he always showed up to his shop class, never late, and always staying after to talk to his teacher (Mr Spiegler) and poke and prod for more things to learn about cars. He loved them, the speed, the roar of the engines, the sound of music blasted from windows in summer. Unlike his own life, with all of its chaos and confusion, cars were simple. Elegant machines, where all it took to make sense was to watch and learn, and where the gears and machinery all fit so perfectly together. Despite everything, Noah knew what his calling was. He wanted to be a mechanic, build a real life for himself, build incredible cars of his own, and be able to eat real food.

Sadly, Noah's other, often less than legal, activities and thorough disregard for school would come to bite him in the ass. For never attending, he was eventually expelled from school at the start of his junior year. He spent the rest of his year doing nothing, hanging out with the fiends at the transit center or racing on the dirt backroads, continuing to sell drugs. Really, he was selling more and more drugs, loving the money it provided, and the stories it lead too. When he was eighteen he completed a GED, and a friend introduced him to a trio of guys in Burlington who had connections to some Canadians, apparently who could get them access to a steady stream of percocets, cocaine and weed. Perfect. Taking some weed and xanax to sell while he was in Burlington, Noah hopped in his car and drove north, staying with his uncle (paying his rent in weed) and starting to try and make his money on Lake Champlain. However, Noah would soon find that perhaps going to Burlington was not the right choice, when the shadowy disease that reports had been coming out about the world over rapidly found its way home to Noah Gunderson.
Miscellaneous: White Tooth Man

CARL WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

[Alozia]

It's incredibly short, but I wanted to put something out and I somehow feel very little energy at the moment. But rest assured, Habid will be fleshed out more during the RP, and I hope to write him well. I don't know what's going on, tbh.


Name: Habid Rabbani
Age: 43
Sex: Male
Occupation/Role: General Practitioner
Appearance:
(Image)
Personal Belongings: A house along Brook Drive
Personality: Habid is a kindly, and somewhat timid individual. He enjoys company, but he enjoys listening more than talking, and watching more than being watched. He enjoys helping people out, and would like not to get too much credit when he does so. He does enjoy his wealth, though, and hs proud of his house along Brook Drive, his Tesla, and his collection of vintage wines. He is also a perfectionist, when regarding himself, and is often very hard on his own abilities. This means he has trouble truly connecting to people, as his perfectionism is partnered with a crippling social anxiety.
Strengths: As a GP, Habid has a lot of general medical knowledge that can be implemented in a number of ways, and he has access to medicine.
Weaknesses: Habid suffers from a lot of racism aimed at him and his Muslim faith. His perfectionism and social anxiety make it so he can dwell forever on mistakes he made, and that often means that he lacks the courage to take decisive action, even when it is needed.
Biography: Born in Basrah, Iraq in 1978, to a wealthy Shia family, there was never any doubt that Habid would become a doctor, like his parents. Neither was there room for his younger sister to be anything else. Their whole lives were building up to that moment. During the second Gulf War, Habid worked as a medic to heal wounded Iraqi soldiers, and when Saddam Hussein fled, he started helping the Coalition forces in the country. In 2010, under threat of Sunni insurgents, he and his wife and two year old daughter moved to the US, to Burlington Vermont, in order to avoid assassination. There, he opened his own GP clinic, with a few nurses and other doctors to help out. His daughter is fresh into Burlington high school, where she is doing quite well. However, Habid is quite worried about his parents and sister, who are still living in Bashra, much closer to the original outbreak of a virus he has been following for some time.

Accepted.

[Alozia]

Name: Noah Gunderson
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Occupation/Role: Part time mechanic/friendly neighborhood drug dealer
Appearance:

(Image)

Personal Belongings: - Old green civic
- Car keys
- Spare tire
- Tire iron
- Jumper cables
- Shovel
- Wallet containing thirty seven dollars in cash, a debit card, a laundry card, his learners permit (driving legally is for chumps anyways,) and two unused condoms
- Fresh pack of Marlboro Black 100s
- Lighter
- Cell phone (cracked, only holds a charge for about an hour)
- Phone charger
- Thin gold chain (bought at Wal-Mart)
- Two t-shirts
- One pair of jeans
- Three pairs of boxers
- One pair of sneakers
- Ratty old hoodie
- Knife
- A backpack containing his clothes, a scale, a half pound of weed (several different strains,) a bag of xanax, plastic baggies and a pellet gun.
Personality: Noah, though not an evil person, is far from a good kid. He makes his money predominantly through selling drugs, stealing and cheating people out of their earnings with lies and broken cell phones. He was raised on nineties rap music and top ramen, his family nearly always hovering on the brink of poverty, and it created a young man who is sneaky, often defensive, quick to anger and always ready for a fight. He revels in chaos, getting his kicks from knocking out car lights with his friends and drinking until he blacks out. However, deep down, Noah does care, at least about some people, and would do anything to protect them. He knows the kind of person he is, and wears it with pride, but also knows that he both wants to and can be better. Maybe all the death and destruction rapidly approaching may be just the sort of thing he needs to finally mature out of a youth of anger and petty crime and into an adulthood of respect and kindness.
Strengths: Noah has a knack for mechanical applications, having a strong knowledge of cars and how to maintain them. He is also good at reading people and situations, and for sussing things out, weather that be a secret or where someone has stashed a wad of cash. He is not particularly large, but he is fast and agile, a wily young man who can squeeze into tight spaces and out of tight grips.
Weaknesses: Noah is defensive nine times out of ten, and does not take criticism (no matter how justified it may be) very well. Physically he is not very large either, and though he can take a hit well, he can hardly dish one out, making hardly a physical threat.
Biography: A strange boy from a strange town, Noah Gunderson was born and raised in Brattleboro Vermont. Wherever his mother went, no one really knows, though he would sometimes get post cards from her with five bucks, usually wishing him a happy birthday, rarely on his actual birthday. His father by extension was, much like Noah, not an evil man at heart, but certainly not a good one either, working odd jobs to fuel his alcoholism, and regularly disappearing from the little trailer where they lived for days at a time, leaving Noah to be raised largely by his sister, Emma. Noah loved his sister more than anything in the world, and she loved him, the two of them forming a bond that they were never able to form with their parents, and it was his sisters hard work and determination that put food on the table, though it was rarely particularly good food, with Noah being raised on a steady diet of top ramen and sriracha. Still, he was never hungry.

His sisters presence instilled in Noah from a young age a love of cars. She was much older than Noah, happenstance of a drunken night their father once shared with a lot lizard in a New York State truck stop. Their father hardly used the old truck in their trailers front lawn, and so Emma taught herself how to drive early, and Noah loved watching and learning with his sister as she pieced together how to keep the damn thing running.

Still, his love of cars did not translate well into a love of school, where he was frequently in trouble for acting out in class and scaring the girls with dug up worms. His first suspension came in third grade, when a larger boy stole the fruit roll up his sister had packed and Noah responded by stabbing the other boy in the leg with a pencil. Not long after, when a sixth grade boy called Noah a crack baby, Noah was expelled from his first school for breaking the boys nose and knocking out five of his teeth. From there, Noah was sent to another school on the other side of town, and was required to attend therapy at the Brattleboro Retreat, to which he rarely went, as he didnt care to go and his sister rarely had time to bring him.

Noah's school career continued on much the same for the rest of his time in elementary school, getting in trouble, not showing up if he could help it, and thoroughly disregarding his assignments despite his teachers insisting that he was clearly not stupid, and just needed to apply himself. In middle school, Noah began to play hockey, a sport he did well at, and which he continued to play into high school. Here, Noah was still, well, Noah, but he had the advantages of the Career Center of the local school, BUHS, where he could attend a mechanics class. If he could help it, Noah never showed up to school, instead sleazing the town selling weed and pills with his friends and paying homeless people to buy them beer. But he always showed up to his shop class, never late, and always staying after to talk to his teacher (Mr Spiegler) and poke and prod for more things to learn about cars. He loved them, the speed, the roar of the engines, the sound of music blasted from windows in summer. Unlike his own life, with all of its chaos and confusion, cars were simple. Elegant machines, where all it took to make sense was to watch and learn, and where the gears and machinery all fit so perfectly together. Despite everything, Noah knew what his calling was. He wanted to be a mechanic, build a real life for himself, build incredible cars of his own, and be able to eat real food.

Sadly, Noah's other, often less than legal, activities and thorough disregard for school would come to bite him in the ass. For never attending, he was eventually expelled from school at the start of his junior year. He spent the rest of his year doing nothing, hanging out with the fiends at the transit center or racing on the dirt backroads, continuing to sell drugs. Really, he was selling more and more drugs, loving the money it provided, and the stories it lead too. When he was eighteen he completed a GED, and a friend introduced him to a trio of guys in Burlington who had connections to some Canadians, apparently who could get them access to a steady stream of percocets, cocaine and weed. Perfect. Taking some weed and xanax to sell while he was in Burlington, Noah hopped in his car and drove north, staying with his uncle (paying his rent in weed) and starting to try and make his money on Lake Champlain. However, Noah would soon find that perhaps going to Burlington was not the right choice, when the shadowy disease that reports had been coming out about the world over rapidly found its way home to Noah Gunderson.
Miscellaneous: White Tooth Man

Accepted.

[Main Nation Ministry]

Ok, managed to get that out of the way. Anyone want some hot chocolate and pretzels?

[Offer Erapia]

Name: Simon Grates
Age: 36
Sex: Male
Occupation/Role: Automobile Mechanic
Appearance: Standing five foot eleven and weighing two twenty Simon is by no means small. He has jet black hair and dark grey eyes. He has wide slopping shoulders that sit on a better than average build. A soft featured face with a sharp nose and jaw. His pale skin complexion also hints at his german descent. Simon prefers boots to shoes and has a dark green mechanics jumpsuit which is completed with a black baseball cap.
Personal Belongings: Simon tries to be prepared for anything. He has a utility bag he carries around in case of emergencies. It contains a little bit of food, water, tools, and his knife which he carries for protection.
Personality: Simon is a bull headed man with a soft heart. He is smart, resourceful and has an undying love for cars. Although his temper is quick he does put a considerable effort into not losing his marbles.
Strengths: strong and able bodied Simon can fix anything with wheels. His knowledge on various tools and parts and how to use them is unmatched. He is calm and quick under pressure, with this his hand to hand skills are, although rusty, dangerous in their own right.
Weaknesses: After a close call Simon has developed a fear of heights. And while not foolish he is hard headed and has a quick temper to boot. Simon is also not a strong swimmer and tries his best to avoid deep bodies of water.
Biography: Born in texas Simon knew nothing but hard work growing up. Working on a farm from dusk until dawn with his old man. It was there that the young lad would find his calling card, even if he was to young to realize. His passion was that of a mechanic. Even as young as the age of seven simon was fascinated with cars and thier many numerous parts. But like his father had told him before his dream simon had to complete schooling. And so he focused through school and as a past time took up wrestling. His love would naturally deepen for the physical sport.
However, disaster would strike the teenager when Simons mother passed away from cancer. For a brief moment Simon was broken. His grades had slipped and his mindset was a nightmare. Gradually he'd get out of the slump by focusing the pain into motivation. He had grown popular in wrestling and even went on to win state championship when he tried for it. But it wasn't enough and at the age of sixteen Simon enrolled in a mix martial arts class. His skills were honed with years of discipline and practice.
Eventually, Simon found himself in underground cage fighting as a past time when he wasn't working. By no means was he the best but he was indeed a force to reckoned with. This would go on for a few years before something almost magical happened. Simon had met his significant other, a pretty blonde that stole his heart at first glance. With his heart filled with love instead of adrenaline Simon thought it would be best to hang the gloves up for good. For a short while Simon didn't know what he wanted to do next. But soon he realized that an old passion he had buried would come back to bite. And that was his undying love fore mechanics.
Now, nearly thirty, married and working hard, Simons mind had yearned for a change of scenery. He had grown tired of hot blistering summers and wanted something different. After bringing the idea to his wife they both decided on Vermont, where they both had some family residing. A few plane tickets later they had found themselves in vermont in a nice city. They purchased a house and a year later had thier first child. Another year or two later they'd adopt a dog to complete thier family. Now, as christmas neared Simons mind wondered once more and that was what he was going to get his wife for Christmas.
Miscellaneous: none

[Alozia]

Ok, managed to get that out of the way. Anyone want some hot chocolate and pretzels?

Is it too late for that now?

[Arengin Union]

Ok, managed to get that out of the way. Anyone want some hot chocolate and pretzels?

Is it too late for that now?

A bit, unless you don't mind hot chocolate mixed with blood of unknown origin and chunks of human flesh fresh off the bone

[Main Nation Ministry]

A bit, unless you don't mind hot chocolate mixed with blood of unknown origin and chunks of human flesh fresh off the bone

Things aren't so fun during the Christmas Fair when you have a zombie outbreak cause things to go from 10 to 100 in a matter of seconds.

[Alozia]

please tell me if any of your characters has not been added to the roster, I'll make sure to change that asap

[The Twelve Isles]

please tell me if any of your characters has not been added to the roster, I'll make sure to change that asap

My app isn't added

[Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States]

please tell me if any of your characters has not been added to the roster, I'll make sure to change that asap

Not yet been added!

I need a bit more time to finish my post, because I am having some trouble concentrating. But my character is a doctor, so you can imagine what he is doing.

[Alozia]

please tell me if any of your characters has not been added to the roster, I'll make sure to change that asap

My app isn't added

please tell me if any of your characters has not been added to the roster, I'll make sure to change that asap

Not yet been added!

I need a bit more time to finish my post, because I am having some trouble concentrating. But my character is a doctor, so you can imagine what he is doing.

Both characters should be on the roster now.

No problem GCCS, don't sweat it. The worst thing that can happen is that all of our characters get eaten by zombies. Oh well.

[Main Nation Ministry]

Both characters should be on the roster now.

No problem GCCS, don't sweat it. The worst thing that can happen is that all of our characters get eaten by zombies. Oh well.

We can't use the Z word, but we can still call them zambies.

[Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States]

Both characters should be on the roster now.

No problem GCCS, don't sweat it. The worst thing that can happen is that all of our characters get eaten by zombies. Oh well.

We can't use the Z word, but we can still call them zambies.

We can call them Cranberries.

IT'S IN YOUR HEEEEEAAAAD

IN YOUR HEEEAAAAAD

[Main Nation Ministry]

We can call them Cranberries.

IT'S IN YOUR HEEEEEAAAAD

IN YOUR HEEEAAAAAD

We can call them sickos, but Charlie Higson already beat us to it.