Post by Nathan Ellis on Jul 13, 2009 21:04:25 GMT -6
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Name: Nathan Ellis
Age: 20
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 155 lbs
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Sandy Brown
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: Feb. 20, 1904
Place of Birth: Langston, United Kingdom
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Kin: Shawn & Sarah (Parents)
Physical Description:
Thanks to his job, lifting, lowering, rolling, tightening, etc, Nathan is in pretty good physical condition, but it never hurt for him to go out on a small job every morning. Being still young, he has a well developed '6-pack' and still has a full head of messy hair (machine oil tends to make it hard to control).
Personality:
Nathan is a generally friendly guy, always seeing if someone wanted to go hunting with him, or go plinking at the firing range. This attitude, coupled with is sense of responsibility got him several promotions and bonuses at his job. However, his enthusiasm for mechanics tends to get him in trouble from time to time, either forgetting a date, or staying up to long trying to fix an engine block. But, it also kept him out of a lot of trouble that seems to happen to all teenagers.
He is also compelled to stay in good physical condition, although the reason behind this is unknown.
Medical History:
Being a mechanic, there are some hazards. Nathan has suffered from 2 burns on his arms and hands, as well as a multitude of cuts, both deep and not.
Classification: Engineer
Sub-Class: British
Money: $88 - $39 - $4.05 - $4.05 = $40.90
Occupation: Mechanic
Personal History:
Son of Shawn and Sarah, Nathan grew up in rural England. That being said, he wasn't too old before his father started taking him out to teach him how to shoot. And each time they did, Nathan's father always said the same thing, "A man should know how to protect himself and his family. You keep practicing, you won't have to worry bout much." And so Nathan practiced as a child heading out to the small 'firing range' on his parents property every 2-3 weeks (whenever he could get some ammo) to shoot cans.
At the age of 8 Nathan's father took him out on a hunting trip with him. Bagging his first dear on his first trip, Nathan was hooked. He learned to track and spot dear expertly.
School wasn't to hard for Nathan, who nearly always had high B's and the occasional A, which his mother would get overly excited about. He didn't really seek out sports as a hobby, rather to keep in shape. His real hobby was tinkering with the anything with gears and just about any machine he could find. And his Junior year in high school he had made his own pocket watch. It was his pride and joy.
While in school, Nathan studied mechanics as a job at the local factory with the mechanic there. And getting a rather decent paying job after school was no problem. He used the pay from repairing factory machines at his mechanic job to pay for his hobby of tinkering. However, space provided a problem, and Nathan turned around and sold his mechanical objects for a little extra cash for the next project.
>Skills:
Classification Skill: Grease Monkey
Mastered Skills: Rigging
Superior Skills: Firearms
Minor Skills: Survivorman
>Abilities:
Classification Ability: Strength
Mastered Abilities: Observation
Superior Abilities: Ambition
Minor Abilities: Smarts
>Equipment on Person:
- Worn Blue Jeans
- Old Brown Leather Jacket
- Leather Work Gloves, with trigger finger cut off
- Military Surplus Olive Drab Pistol Belt
- Military Surplus Olive Drab Ruck Sack
- Work Boots
>In Pack:
- (2x) Boxes .455 Webley Ammo (92 rds)
- (5x) Self packed rations
- (2x) 1 quart canteen's
- (1x) Box of matches
- (1x) Flashlight
- (1x) Spare change of clothes
- (8x) Feet of thin rope
- (2x) Cans of fruit
- (3x) Cans of ground pork
- (2x) Cans of soup
- (2x) Box of gauze pads
- (2x) Box of medical wrap
- (1x) Blanket
- (3x) Clips of .30-06 (14 rounds)
>In Storage:
- None
>Primary Weapon:
Weapon: Webley Revolver ($39)
Caliber: .455 Webley
Location on Body: Pistol Belt Holster, right side
Modifications: None
>Secondary Weapon:
Weapon: Enfield M1917 Rifle (Picked Up)
Caliber: .30-06
Location on Body: Slung over back.
Modifications: None
>Melee Weapon:
Weapon: 7" Hunting Knife
Location on Body: Pistol Belt, left side
Sample Post:
"Alright here's your paycheck Nathan," Nathan's boss said as he was about to walk out the door. It was a nice day out, and Nathan was in a hurry to get back to his house. He had a little project waiting for him. He had managed to find an old gas powered generator. He wanted to see about getting it running.
"Oh, and watch your back, Nathan. I hear there is some funky stuff going on over the channel," Nathan's boss again. He had seen the newspaper. Some kind of 'zombie outbreak' over in Germany. Nathan didn't think much of it. The military would have whatever it was under control soon enough.
- 20 minutes later, Nathan's home -
As Nathan walked through the front door, almost closing it on the cat, he noticed a note on the floor. Picking it up as he walked by, he walked into the kitchen. It had been a long day and he needed something to drink before he got back to work.
"Nathan, this is your mother. There have been several strange cases at the hospital, and the police officer just came by and suggested that we get out of town. We'll be heading to Grandma and Grandpa's cottage. If things start to look even the least bit strange, I want you to come meet us down here you understand? Love, Mom"
That didn't sound good, Nathan's parents only lived 5 miles away. But, it was probably nothing. His mother often over thought things. But then again, the police officer had come by...
Nathan walked to his room and reached under his bed, pulling out a small wooden case. Just to be on the safe side, Nathan took out his revolver and 12 rounds, shoving 6 in his pocket and putting the other 6 in the pistol. Now he just needed to find something to keep his mind off of things. He already had his hunting bag packed and ready to go. So there wasn't much else to do then see if something was going to happen.
Pistol in hand, he went into his basement and did what he always did, worked on his newest toy. But, this time he made sure he had some protection nearby.
- 1 day later -
A clunk.
Something had fallen outside. Just outside one of the basement windows. Nathan stood still and just listened...
Feet, shuffling.
Nathan spun around to his work table and grabbed his pistol. Then, with it braced in both hands, he cautiously walked to the up the stairs and to the front door, making sure to stay on the side away from the sound. If it really was an undead, he wanted to have as much distance in between them.
The stench, it was defenately here now. He thought he had caught a wiff of it earlier, but just dismissed it. It smelled like a rotting caracus, like a racoon on the side of the road. Nathan kept the pistol trained on the door, and his finger on the trigger. Hopefully he'd have the drop on them.
A hand, it was all that was showing, but it was enough for Nathan to make the decission. These were defenately 'zombies'. How strange, he never thought it would be possible, and now here he was, about to shoot one. Nathan began to side step slowly, making sure his aim didn't waiver to much. A leg, a shoulder... A head. The thing looked up as as Nathan exhaled.
BAP!
Nathan felt the pistol buck in his hand as brain and bone matter sprayed over the side of the shop as the pistol round exited the creatures head. Nathan kept side stepping, as the first zombie fell. Another head.
BAP!
More bone matter, however no brain. Nathan's shot had gone a tad low, taking out the creatures jaw. It began to yell as Nathan's follow up shot hit dead center. It's head seemed to explode. After side stepping a few more feet and seeing nothing more, Nathan ran back inside. Grabbing his bag, and other gear, he ran back out the front door. The shit had hit the fan as his father used to say. And now it was time to get the hell out of town...
Name: Nathan Ellis
Age: 20
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 155 lbs
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Sandy Brown
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: Feb. 20, 1904
Place of Birth: Langston, United Kingdom
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Kin: Shawn & Sarah (Parents)
Physical Description:
Thanks to his job, lifting, lowering, rolling, tightening, etc, Nathan is in pretty good physical condition, but it never hurt for him to go out on a small job every morning. Being still young, he has a well developed '6-pack' and still has a full head of messy hair (machine oil tends to make it hard to control).
Personality:
Nathan is a generally friendly guy, always seeing if someone wanted to go hunting with him, or go plinking at the firing range. This attitude, coupled with is sense of responsibility got him several promotions and bonuses at his job. However, his enthusiasm for mechanics tends to get him in trouble from time to time, either forgetting a date, or staying up to long trying to fix an engine block. But, it also kept him out of a lot of trouble that seems to happen to all teenagers.
He is also compelled to stay in good physical condition, although the reason behind this is unknown.
Medical History:
Being a mechanic, there are some hazards. Nathan has suffered from 2 burns on his arms and hands, as well as a multitude of cuts, both deep and not.
Classification: Engineer
Sub-Class: British
Money: $88 - $39 - $4.05 - $4.05 = $40.90
Occupation: Mechanic
Personal History:
Son of Shawn and Sarah, Nathan grew up in rural England. That being said, he wasn't too old before his father started taking him out to teach him how to shoot. And each time they did, Nathan's father always said the same thing, "A man should know how to protect himself and his family. You keep practicing, you won't have to worry bout much." And so Nathan practiced as a child heading out to the small 'firing range' on his parents property every 2-3 weeks (whenever he could get some ammo) to shoot cans.
At the age of 8 Nathan's father took him out on a hunting trip with him. Bagging his first dear on his first trip, Nathan was hooked. He learned to track and spot dear expertly.
School wasn't to hard for Nathan, who nearly always had high B's and the occasional A, which his mother would get overly excited about. He didn't really seek out sports as a hobby, rather to keep in shape. His real hobby was tinkering with the anything with gears and just about any machine he could find. And his Junior year in high school he had made his own pocket watch. It was his pride and joy.
While in school, Nathan studied mechanics as a job at the local factory with the mechanic there. And getting a rather decent paying job after school was no problem. He used the pay from repairing factory machines at his mechanic job to pay for his hobby of tinkering. However, space provided a problem, and Nathan turned around and sold his mechanical objects for a little extra cash for the next project.
>Skills:
Classification Skill: Grease Monkey
Mastered Skills: Rigging
Superior Skills: Firearms
Minor Skills: Survivorman
>Abilities:
Classification Ability: Strength
Mastered Abilities: Observation
Superior Abilities: Ambition
Minor Abilities: Smarts
>Equipment on Person:
- Worn Blue Jeans
- Old Brown Leather Jacket
- Leather Work Gloves, with trigger finger cut off
- Military Surplus Olive Drab Pistol Belt
- Military Surplus Olive Drab Ruck Sack
- Work Boots
>In Pack:
- (2x) Boxes .455 Webley Ammo (92 rds)
- (5x) Self packed rations
- (2x) 1 quart canteen's
- (1x) Box of matches
- (1x) Flashlight
- (1x) Spare change of clothes
- (8x) Feet of thin rope
- (2x) Cans of fruit
- (3x) Cans of ground pork
- (2x) Cans of soup
- (2x) Box of gauze pads
- (2x) Box of medical wrap
- (1x) Blanket
- (3x) Clips of .30-06 (14 rounds)
>In Storage:
- None
>Primary Weapon:
Weapon: Webley Revolver ($39)
Caliber: .455 Webley
Location on Body: Pistol Belt Holster, right side
Modifications: None
>Secondary Weapon:
Weapon: Enfield M1917 Rifle (Picked Up)
Caliber: .30-06
Location on Body: Slung over back.
Modifications: None
>Melee Weapon:
Weapon: 7" Hunting Knife
Location on Body: Pistol Belt, left side
Sample Post:
"Alright here's your paycheck Nathan," Nathan's boss said as he was about to walk out the door. It was a nice day out, and Nathan was in a hurry to get back to his house. He had a little project waiting for him. He had managed to find an old gas powered generator. He wanted to see about getting it running.
"Oh, and watch your back, Nathan. I hear there is some funky stuff going on over the channel," Nathan's boss again. He had seen the newspaper. Some kind of 'zombie outbreak' over in Germany. Nathan didn't think much of it. The military would have whatever it was under control soon enough.
- 20 minutes later, Nathan's home -
As Nathan walked through the front door, almost closing it on the cat, he noticed a note on the floor. Picking it up as he walked by, he walked into the kitchen. It had been a long day and he needed something to drink before he got back to work.
"Nathan, this is your mother. There have been several strange cases at the hospital, and the police officer just came by and suggested that we get out of town. We'll be heading to Grandma and Grandpa's cottage. If things start to look even the least bit strange, I want you to come meet us down here you understand? Love, Mom"
That didn't sound good, Nathan's parents only lived 5 miles away. But, it was probably nothing. His mother often over thought things. But then again, the police officer had come by...
Nathan walked to his room and reached under his bed, pulling out a small wooden case. Just to be on the safe side, Nathan took out his revolver and 12 rounds, shoving 6 in his pocket and putting the other 6 in the pistol. Now he just needed to find something to keep his mind off of things. He already had his hunting bag packed and ready to go. So there wasn't much else to do then see if something was going to happen.
Pistol in hand, he went into his basement and did what he always did, worked on his newest toy. But, this time he made sure he had some protection nearby.
- 1 day later -
A clunk.
Something had fallen outside. Just outside one of the basement windows. Nathan stood still and just listened...
Feet, shuffling.
Nathan spun around to his work table and grabbed his pistol. Then, with it braced in both hands, he cautiously walked to the up the stairs and to the front door, making sure to stay on the side away from the sound. If it really was an undead, he wanted to have as much distance in between them.
The stench, it was defenately here now. He thought he had caught a wiff of it earlier, but just dismissed it. It smelled like a rotting caracus, like a racoon on the side of the road. Nathan kept the pistol trained on the door, and his finger on the trigger. Hopefully he'd have the drop on them.
A hand, it was all that was showing, but it was enough for Nathan to make the decission. These were defenately 'zombies'. How strange, he never thought it would be possible, and now here he was, about to shoot one. Nathan began to side step slowly, making sure his aim didn't waiver to much. A leg, a shoulder... A head. The thing looked up as as Nathan exhaled.
BAP!
Nathan felt the pistol buck in his hand as brain and bone matter sprayed over the side of the shop as the pistol round exited the creatures head. Nathan kept side stepping, as the first zombie fell. Another head.
BAP!
More bone matter, however no brain. Nathan's shot had gone a tad low, taking out the creatures jaw. It began to yell as Nathan's follow up shot hit dead center. It's head seemed to explode. After side stepping a few more feet and seeing nothing more, Nathan ran back inside. Grabbing his bag, and other gear, he ran back out the front door. The shit had hit the fan as his father used to say. And now it was time to get the hell out of town...
