Post by Mike Murphy on Jul 21, 2009 15:11:05 GMT -6
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Name: Michael 'Mike' Murphy
Age: 34
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 156 lbs
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: Oct. 13, 1890
Place of Birth: Dumfries, Scotland
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Kin: None
Physical Description:
A rather normal man, evidence of a round belly shows through his shirt, and a scruffy beard is nearly always present. Mike's skin is a pale color, due to him spending a good deal of time in the hospital.
Personality:
A firm believer in Murphy's Law, that anything that can go wrong will, Mike always wanted to be prepared, and was often a tad paranoid. He prides himself in being a gentleman, however, after the war. He turned into a bit of a recluse, and often does not attend large social gatherings.
Medical History:
Accepted into St. Mary's orphanage. [1890]
Treated for broken right forearm. [1898]
Classification: Doctor
Sub-Class: British
Money: $90
- $50
- $5.15
- $5.15
= $29.7
Occupation: Doctor at St. Henry's Hospital
Personal History:
Having been born with the Murphy name, Mike grew up a firm believer in Murphy's Law, and he practically lived by it. And as bad things happened, he just labeled it as another example of Murphy's Law and moved on.
Having been born to a rather unwealthy couple, Mike was put in an orphanage, and wasn't adopted until age 10, by a couple from Glasgow. Growing up, he was bound determined to help make other people's lives better. And grew up to be a doctor.
Serving in the field hospitals during The Great War, Mike learned how to deal with many severe injuries, and finding a job after the war wasn't too hard with is expertise.
>Skills:
Classification Skill: Medic!
Mastered Skills: Lab Rat
Superior Skills: Survivorman
Minor Skills: Firearms
>Abilities:
Classification Ability: Observation
Mastered Abilities: Smarts
Superior Abilities: Toughness
Minor Abilities: Courage
>Equipment on Person:
- Dark Blue Wool Sweater
- Black Slacks
- White Medical Overcoat
- Doctor's Supply Bag
- Dark Blue Wool Beret (Hat not hair pin)
- Military Duffel Bag
>In Pack:
- (1x) Box of .375 cal Ammo (42 Rounds) (Some used)
- (8x) First Aid Kits (For Basic Wounds)
- (2x) Boxes of Medical Wrap
- (2x) Boxes of Gauze Pads
- (2x) Bottles of Alcohol
- (2x) Cans of Ground Pork
- (2x) Cans of Vegetables
- (1x) Cans of Soup
- (1x) Cans of Fruit
- (12x) Feet of Rope
- (1x) Lighter
- (1x) Flashlight
- (2x) Canteens
>In Storage:
- (4x) Cans of Ground Beef
- (2x) Cans of Ground Pork
- (3x) Cans of Vegetables
- (2x) Cans of Fruit
- (4x) Cans of Soup
- (4x) Links of Sausage
- (2x) Oil Lamps
- (1x) Sleeping Roll
>Primary Weapon:
Weapon: Cremin Civilian Revolver
Caliber: .375 cal
Location on Body: Coat Pocket
Modifications: None
>Melee Weapon:
Weapon: Household Hammer
Location on Body: Doctor's Bag or Belt
Sample Post:
Mike had been staying late in his office, finishing up some paper work on a John Doe, when his assistant ran in. "Sir, you better come look at this!" Pulling on his coat, Murphy followed him down to the morgue.
There, he found two lab technicians and a construction worker pushing against the door, evidently trying to keep something inside. Blood had splattered against the navy blue door frame, and the windows looking into the morgue were covered. Whatever had happened in there, it must have been very messy.
"What is the problem here gentlemen?" Mike asked, walking up to them.
"Sir...One of the... dead came...t..to life! And then just tore the autopsy technician apart! Slung his body parts around and just tore him apart! Then he came charging at us when we closed the door. It's still trying to get out. Someone must have made a mistake on the diagnosis. There is no way that guy is dead." One of the technician's said.
"That sounds a bit unbelievable boy. Open that door and let me have a look, for all we know, it's just a frightened patient.'
"I wouldn't suggest that sir, it'll kill you."
"Quite being such a 'fraidy cat and step away from the bloody door son!"
"Ok, but don't say I didn't warn ya..." The young technician trailed off, stepping to the side. A bloodied arm shot out between the door and it's frame, having taking pressure off the door. It grabbed the technician by the neck, and burst out the door. Mike, dumbfounded by the site, began to stumble backwards, eyes wide. The other technician and construction worker had made a break for the exit, leaving Murphy all alone.
Having slipped on the blood covered tile floor, Mike crawled until his hand fell upon the construction workers tool box. Pulling a hammer out of it, Murphy readied himself. As the crazed man lunged at him, he swung, plunging the hammer into its skull.
Extracting his new weapon from the newly made cavity. Mike stood and stumbled back to his office still covered in blood, dazed by shock. Murphy finally awoke, when a nurse splashed a cup of water in his face.
"Are you alright sir? What happened?"
"Yes, yes, I'm fine. I'm not sure what happened, but someone needs to secure the morgue, we have a crazed patient." He explained, sitting down in his chair. He fumbled around with his desk till he was able to open a drawer. Extracting his Cremin Revolver, which he had bought after seeing a man mugged on the street, he loaded it and placed it in his coat pocket. He didn't plan on using the hammer again if he didn't have to.
A few hours later, the entire hospital was in chaos, and Mike had been forced to barricade his office, after having to dispatch a couple nurses. The hospital wasn't the place to stay. Gathering all the supplies he could fit in his bag, Mike escaped via his first floor window, and took off. Most of the things hadn't escaped the hospital yet, so walking down the street wasn't to much of a hazard.
After a few blocks, while walking down the street of a small market area, Mike heard a door open. Spinning to his right and getting ready to run, he spotted a middle aged, and rather plump, man standing in the door of a general store, holding a lamp. "Quickly, get inside!" The man whispered urgently. Mike didn't need any encouragement to comply.
Name: Michael 'Mike' Murphy
Age: 34
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 156 lbs
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Brown
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: Oct. 13, 1890
Place of Birth: Dumfries, Scotland
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Kin: None
Physical Description:
A rather normal man, evidence of a round belly shows through his shirt, and a scruffy beard is nearly always present. Mike's skin is a pale color, due to him spending a good deal of time in the hospital.
Personality:
A firm believer in Murphy's Law, that anything that can go wrong will, Mike always wanted to be prepared, and was often a tad paranoid. He prides himself in being a gentleman, however, after the war. He turned into a bit of a recluse, and often does not attend large social gatherings.
Medical History:
Accepted into St. Mary's orphanage. [1890]
Treated for broken right forearm. [1898]
Classification: Doctor
Sub-Class: British
Money: $90
- $50
- $5.15
- $5.15
= $29.7
Occupation: Doctor at St. Henry's Hospital
Personal History:
Having been born with the Murphy name, Mike grew up a firm believer in Murphy's Law, and he practically lived by it. And as bad things happened, he just labeled it as another example of Murphy's Law and moved on.
Having been born to a rather unwealthy couple, Mike was put in an orphanage, and wasn't adopted until age 10, by a couple from Glasgow. Growing up, he was bound determined to help make other people's lives better. And grew up to be a doctor.
Serving in the field hospitals during The Great War, Mike learned how to deal with many severe injuries, and finding a job after the war wasn't too hard with is expertise.
>Skills:
Classification Skill: Medic!
Mastered Skills: Lab Rat
Superior Skills: Survivorman
Minor Skills: Firearms
>Abilities:
Classification Ability: Observation
Mastered Abilities: Smarts
Superior Abilities: Toughness
Minor Abilities: Courage
>Equipment on Person:
- Dark Blue Wool Sweater
- Black Slacks
- White Medical Overcoat
- Doctor's Supply Bag
- Dark Blue Wool Beret (Hat not hair pin)
- Military Duffel Bag
>In Pack:
- (1x) Box of .375 cal Ammo (42 Rounds) (Some used)
- (8x) First Aid Kits (For Basic Wounds)
- (2x) Boxes of Medical Wrap
- (2x) Boxes of Gauze Pads
- (2x) Bottles of Alcohol
- (2x) Cans of Ground Pork
- (2x) Cans of Vegetables
- (1x) Cans of Soup
- (1x) Cans of Fruit
- (12x) Feet of Rope
- (1x) Lighter
- (1x) Flashlight
- (2x) Canteens
>In Storage:
- (4x) Cans of Ground Beef
- (2x) Cans of Ground Pork
- (3x) Cans of Vegetables
- (2x) Cans of Fruit
- (4x) Cans of Soup
- (4x) Links of Sausage
- (2x) Oil Lamps
- (1x) Sleeping Roll
>Primary Weapon:
Weapon: Cremin Civilian Revolver
Caliber: .375 cal
Location on Body: Coat Pocket
Modifications: None
>Melee Weapon:
Weapon: Household Hammer
Location on Body: Doctor's Bag or Belt
Sample Post:
Mike had been staying late in his office, finishing up some paper work on a John Doe, when his assistant ran in. "Sir, you better come look at this!" Pulling on his coat, Murphy followed him down to the morgue.
There, he found two lab technicians and a construction worker pushing against the door, evidently trying to keep something inside. Blood had splattered against the navy blue door frame, and the windows looking into the morgue were covered. Whatever had happened in there, it must have been very messy.
"What is the problem here gentlemen?" Mike asked, walking up to them.
"Sir...One of the... dead came...t..to life! And then just tore the autopsy technician apart! Slung his body parts around and just tore him apart! Then he came charging at us when we closed the door. It's still trying to get out. Someone must have made a mistake on the diagnosis. There is no way that guy is dead." One of the technician's said.
"That sounds a bit unbelievable boy. Open that door and let me have a look, for all we know, it's just a frightened patient.'
"I wouldn't suggest that sir, it'll kill you."
"Quite being such a 'fraidy cat and step away from the bloody door son!"
"Ok, but don't say I didn't warn ya..." The young technician trailed off, stepping to the side. A bloodied arm shot out between the door and it's frame, having taking pressure off the door. It grabbed the technician by the neck, and burst out the door. Mike, dumbfounded by the site, began to stumble backwards, eyes wide. The other technician and construction worker had made a break for the exit, leaving Murphy all alone.
Having slipped on the blood covered tile floor, Mike crawled until his hand fell upon the construction workers tool box. Pulling a hammer out of it, Murphy readied himself. As the crazed man lunged at him, he swung, plunging the hammer into its skull.
Extracting his new weapon from the newly made cavity. Mike stood and stumbled back to his office still covered in blood, dazed by shock. Murphy finally awoke, when a nurse splashed a cup of water in his face.
"Are you alright sir? What happened?"
"Yes, yes, I'm fine. I'm not sure what happened, but someone needs to secure the morgue, we have a crazed patient." He explained, sitting down in his chair. He fumbled around with his desk till he was able to open a drawer. Extracting his Cremin Revolver, which he had bought after seeing a man mugged on the street, he loaded it and placed it in his coat pocket. He didn't plan on using the hammer again if he didn't have to.
A few hours later, the entire hospital was in chaos, and Mike had been forced to barricade his office, after having to dispatch a couple nurses. The hospital wasn't the place to stay. Gathering all the supplies he could fit in his bag, Mike escaped via his first floor window, and took off. Most of the things hadn't escaped the hospital yet, so walking down the street wasn't to much of a hazard.
After a few blocks, while walking down the street of a small market area, Mike heard a door open. Spinning to his right and getting ready to run, he spotted a middle aged, and rather plump, man standing in the door of a general store, holding a lamp. "Quickly, get inside!" The man whispered urgently. Mike didn't need any encouragement to comply.
