Post by ocelot on Jul 29, 2009 13:45:27 GMT -6
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Name: Allan `Ocelot,' McKernan
Age: 19
Height: 6,4
Weight: 170
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brown/Blonde.
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: 7/7/1905
Place of Birth: Manchester
Ethnicity: White
Kin: None
Physical Description: A tall, well built, Brit. Only physical injurary consists of One ripped Cornia, making him blind in his right eye. he wears An old German officer cap from WW1, Its visor offers him protection from sunlight in his remaining eye.
He wears no shirt, something about this makes him feel in his own eyes `alive,'. Wearing a pair of Green Khaki trousers, his only pair, stained with what can only be described as the remains of many.
He wears his size 11 boots,his only pride and joy, he polishes them to perfection. He also has a set of black leather gloves, he cut off the fingers for reasons unbeknown to others. he has an unusual way of carrying weapons, preferring them on the inner leg and not his outer leg, making running difficult. He has short hair, a number three cut.
he shaves regularly, using his blade as a razor.
Personality: A striaght forward man who lived life in the trenches asa teenager, about to aproach adulthood he has taken a more negative attitude to life. He never jokes,and only thinks about survival.In many ways he thinks of the infection as a test, where only the strong survive.
Medical History:
Birth.
Left Knee; Pierced with Metal fragments.
Breathed in Mustard gas- Minor Lung weakening.
1920: Right eye uncontrolable and unrepairable damage done.
Classification: Mercenary.
Sub-Class: German.
Money: $52.65.
Occupation: criminal Activist. Crimes committed Most: theft.
Personal History:
Child of a German Couple Allan`s brief life is summed up:
Bought up in England Allan lived a secluded life for mother children, Looking after his Ill farther, and living without his mother his childhood years are ones best not talked off. All he remembers of his Mother was her departure from home, and how she divided his farther form his former self.
As a boy of ten he longed for friendship, escaping from his family home he hung around with other children on his street, telling them of his dreams, and achievements he hoped to make in life. of course when the big war broke out, Allan became once more a secluded lonely child. The promise of the war seemed all too much, and at the age of 14 he fell a victim of German conscription, returning home to fight for his Homeland.
In the trenches he had fewer people to talk to, he did not speak German, they did not speak English. he spoke the language of the enemy.He was the joke of the men, and treated like a pet. The officers made a prime example of him when his knee was hit with Shrapnel.
Often sent out upon No man's land by his German brothers, he was lucky to miss death as he talked to his once former friends on the opposite trench. it was there in no man's land, sitting in a communication trench Allan realised the power of fear.
Fear, he thought was the key to a man's mind, And he practised using fear to manipulate many a German comrade into false security, Events he himself regrets deeply.
Upon the end of the war Allan returned to find news of his Dads death. With news of his Dads death he became angry, restless and deadly. He would confront people on the street, mugging them, using fear to get what he needed to survive, money, food, none of it mattered. he longed for a challenge. His fate was soon to turn however, when one night he was attempting a theft on a house, while climbing into the persons house, he was suddenly struck down by a crowbar to his right cheek/lower eye. The injury made him unable to use his right eye.
Allan learned his lesson, and swore to take only what he needed, to attempt to help those who could be helped. And above all else, survive.
>Skills:
Classification Skill: Military Training'
Mastered Skills: Land Navigation
Superior Skills: Survivorman
Minor Skills: Blades
>Abilities:
Classification Ability: The Entrepreneur
Mastered Abilities: Courage
Superior Abilities: Observation
Minor Abilities: Ambition
>Equipment on Person:
German Officers Cap.
Necklace
Trousers
Military Boots.
Leather Gloves (cut off fingers).
One Military Knife.
>In Pack:
Two empty containers. - made of some metal.
No Ammo.
Photographs he has collected on his travels. e.g a small photo of whatappearsto be a pilot.
x20 Podded pea's.
>In Storage:
None.
>Primary Weapon:
Weapon: 12" Trench Knife
Desc: Old trench knife from WWI
Cost: $7.35
Caliber:
Location on Body: Leg.
Modifications: A small string attaches the blade to his inner leg.
>Secondary Weapon (Military or Mercenary only):
Weapon:
/Cremin Army Revolver
Barrel Lengh: 8 in
Weapon Length: 11.9 in
Weight: 2.4 lbs
Caliber: .375 cal (9.5x28mm)
Action: Double Action Revolver
Accuracy: Mediocre
Range: Mediocre
Fire Rate: Slow
Capacity: 6 rounds
Cost: $75
Caliber: .375 cal (9.5x28mm)
Location on Body: Opposite Blade On Inner leg.
Modifications: None as yet.
>Melee Weapon: see prime weapon.
Weapon:
Location on Body:
Sample Post:
Allan woke on The cold and drooling October morning,The date had no meaning any more, not since the outbreaks started. Hiding in the closet was taking its toll on the WW1 vet. His legs were becoming a custom to the standing position, and he was sure the head space was not sufficient to his high needs. It did not matter. he simply brushed off the dust that feel upon him during the night, and individually unlocked the bolts on the inside of the firm old door.
Slowly he bound his fingers on the rim off the door, prying it open like a bear out of hibernation. he knew all too well the dangers of not looking before taking action, hed lost many in the trenches that way. The room was clear,but one of those things had got in during the night, the kitchen window was torn wide open, either his house was falling apart or they were getting past his defences. `You came in....you wont leave,' Allan said as he put the half moving corpse to rest. he took his blade and made a small incision upon its neck. careful not to get too close to it, he was, by all means, putting it out of its misery.
The house was rather sound built, he liked to call it his own, he'd been squatting in its derelict self for two months now, activity in this region was rather low,the occasional outburst of activity. But nothing he could not handle, At least not for now. as he made his way into the front room he noticed something strange,nothing visual, but a horrid stench emitting from inside the fireplace. Allan had no need to investigate, no need to know what lie there. The foul smell however, played foul with his senses, making his nautious and feel unearthly.
He escaped its foul linger by wandering aimlessly outside, his banner was still hanging, `Alive:11/24.'. Short and sweet, just like his attitude towards any of those creatures he may find on his daily scavenge.
- hope thats ok. =]
Name: Allan `Ocelot,' McKernan
Age: 19
Height: 6,4
Weight: 170
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brown/Blonde.
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: 7/7/1905
Place of Birth: Manchester
Ethnicity: White
Kin: None
Physical Description: A tall, well built, Brit. Only physical injurary consists of One ripped Cornia, making him blind in his right eye. he wears An old German officer cap from WW1, Its visor offers him protection from sunlight in his remaining eye.
He wears no shirt, something about this makes him feel in his own eyes `alive,'. Wearing a pair of Green Khaki trousers, his only pair, stained with what can only be described as the remains of many.
He wears his size 11 boots,his only pride and joy, he polishes them to perfection. He also has a set of black leather gloves, he cut off the fingers for reasons unbeknown to others. he has an unusual way of carrying weapons, preferring them on the inner leg and not his outer leg, making running difficult. He has short hair, a number three cut.
he shaves regularly, using his blade as a razor.
Personality: A striaght forward man who lived life in the trenches asa teenager, about to aproach adulthood he has taken a more negative attitude to life. He never jokes,and only thinks about survival.In many ways he thinks of the infection as a test, where only the strong survive.
Medical History:
Birth.
Left Knee; Pierced with Metal fragments.
Breathed in Mustard gas- Minor Lung weakening.
1920: Right eye uncontrolable and unrepairable damage done.
Classification: Mercenary.
Sub-Class: German.
Money: $52.65.
Occupation: criminal Activist. Crimes committed Most: theft.
Personal History:
Child of a German Couple Allan`s brief life is summed up:
Bought up in England Allan lived a secluded life for mother children, Looking after his Ill farther, and living without his mother his childhood years are ones best not talked off. All he remembers of his Mother was her departure from home, and how she divided his farther form his former self.
As a boy of ten he longed for friendship, escaping from his family home he hung around with other children on his street, telling them of his dreams, and achievements he hoped to make in life. of course when the big war broke out, Allan became once more a secluded lonely child. The promise of the war seemed all too much, and at the age of 14 he fell a victim of German conscription, returning home to fight for his Homeland.
In the trenches he had fewer people to talk to, he did not speak German, they did not speak English. he spoke the language of the enemy.He was the joke of the men, and treated like a pet. The officers made a prime example of him when his knee was hit with Shrapnel.
Often sent out upon No man's land by his German brothers, he was lucky to miss death as he talked to his once former friends on the opposite trench. it was there in no man's land, sitting in a communication trench Allan realised the power of fear.
Fear, he thought was the key to a man's mind, And he practised using fear to manipulate many a German comrade into false security, Events he himself regrets deeply.
Upon the end of the war Allan returned to find news of his Dads death. With news of his Dads death he became angry, restless and deadly. He would confront people on the street, mugging them, using fear to get what he needed to survive, money, food, none of it mattered. he longed for a challenge. His fate was soon to turn however, when one night he was attempting a theft on a house, while climbing into the persons house, he was suddenly struck down by a crowbar to his right cheek/lower eye. The injury made him unable to use his right eye.
Allan learned his lesson, and swore to take only what he needed, to attempt to help those who could be helped. And above all else, survive.
>Skills:
Classification Skill: Military Training'
Mastered Skills: Land Navigation
Superior Skills: Survivorman
Minor Skills: Blades
>Abilities:
Classification Ability: The Entrepreneur
Mastered Abilities: Courage
Superior Abilities: Observation
Minor Abilities: Ambition
>Equipment on Person:
German Officers Cap.
Necklace
Trousers
Military Boots.
Leather Gloves (cut off fingers).
One Military Knife.
>In Pack:
Two empty containers. - made of some metal.
No Ammo.
Photographs he has collected on his travels. e.g a small photo of whatappearsto be a pilot.
x20 Podded pea's.
>In Storage:
None.
>Primary Weapon:
Weapon: 12" Trench Knife
Desc: Old trench knife from WWI
Cost: $7.35
Caliber:
Location on Body: Leg.
Modifications: A small string attaches the blade to his inner leg.
>Secondary Weapon (Military or Mercenary only):
Weapon:
/Cremin Army Revolver
Barrel Lengh: 8 in
Weapon Length: 11.9 in
Weight: 2.4 lbs
Caliber: .375 cal (9.5x28mm)
Action: Double Action Revolver
Accuracy: Mediocre
Range: Mediocre
Fire Rate: Slow
Capacity: 6 rounds
Cost: $75
Caliber: .375 cal (9.5x28mm)
Location on Body: Opposite Blade On Inner leg.
Modifications: None as yet.
>Melee Weapon: see prime weapon.
Weapon:
Location on Body:
Sample Post:
Allan woke on The cold and drooling October morning,The date had no meaning any more, not since the outbreaks started. Hiding in the closet was taking its toll on the WW1 vet. His legs were becoming a custom to the standing position, and he was sure the head space was not sufficient to his high needs. It did not matter. he simply brushed off the dust that feel upon him during the night, and individually unlocked the bolts on the inside of the firm old door.
Slowly he bound his fingers on the rim off the door, prying it open like a bear out of hibernation. he knew all too well the dangers of not looking before taking action, hed lost many in the trenches that way. The room was clear,but one of those things had got in during the night, the kitchen window was torn wide open, either his house was falling apart or they were getting past his defences. `You came in....you wont leave,' Allan said as he put the half moving corpse to rest. he took his blade and made a small incision upon its neck. careful not to get too close to it, he was, by all means, putting it out of its misery.
The house was rather sound built, he liked to call it his own, he'd been squatting in its derelict self for two months now, activity in this region was rather low,the occasional outburst of activity. But nothing he could not handle, At least not for now. as he made his way into the front room he noticed something strange,nothing visual, but a horrid stench emitting from inside the fireplace. Allan had no need to investigate, no need to know what lie there. The foul smell however, played foul with his senses, making his nautious and feel unearthly.
He escaped its foul linger by wandering aimlessly outside, his banner was still hanging, `Alive:11/24.'. Short and sweet, just like his attitude towards any of those creatures he may find on his daily scavenge.
- hope thats ok. =]
