Post by Seraph de Nex on Jul 16, 2009 21:50:46 GMT -6
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(Him in a suit)
Name: Terrance Watson (Nickname: Seraph de Nex)
Age: 26
Height: 6' 4"
Weight: 254 lbs.
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: N/A
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: 04/08/1898
Place of Birth: London England
Ethnicity: Caucasion
Kin: Irish Father, English Mother, 1 Brother: All Deceased
Physical Description: Seraph stands quite steady, almost like a stone wall. He is slightly stout, but has a very intimidating presence about him. He has a square jaw, goatee, and his skin is very tan when put next to an average person. If you were to walk past him on a normal day, you would want to avoid him as much as possible. He wears sunglasses most of time, except when they do not permit him to see. And even with his glasses on, his eyes are open wide to take all the details around him. He wears faded black denim pants tucked into black combat boots. He sports a dark blue t-shirt under a undone faded black denim vest with four pockets in the front. He also has a vest holster with his pistol handles facing down. He also keeps his machete sheath tied around his waist, making his machette perallel to the ground when sheathed, handle facing right and blade facing down.
Personality: Seraph, despite his usual intimidating demeanor, is actually quite fun-loving, and enjoys himself greatly when he gets to slaughter hordes of zombies. He also is quite competitive, and holds competitions with the other groupmates of The Steel Wing Company on who can kill the most zombies. His slightly comedic situation shows through on the battlefield, making little one-liners during all times of battle.
Medical History: Seraph had a pretty much clean bill of health during his childhood years, and didn't suffer much through any of the police training. But when his family was eaten soon after he left the force (about 4 years ago), he developed Anthophobia without realizing it. During a job a year ago, he was forced to take refuge in a flower garden, and nearly died from being overrun. If Erik hadn't been with him, he would have certainly been dead. At this point, he developed Phobophobia. These two have been with him since.
Classification: Police
Sub-Class: British
Money: $9.40
Occupation: Police Officer
Personal History: Born april eighth, eighteen-nintey eight, Terrance was a very healthy baby. At the age of five, terrance almost killed another child two years older in a fight. The other child would have died if terrance's father hadn't intervened. Terrance was, from that point, homeschooled. At the age of sixteen, terrance joined the police force when his little brother, age 7, was killed by a mugger. He graduated from the academy at the age of eighteen. He left the police force at the age of twenty when they failed to allow him to return home, which, in turn, lead to the death of his parents. This scarred him because his mother was an avid flower gardener, and he returned to find her dead among her uprooted flowers. He joined the Steel Wing Company soon after and became good partners with the head of the group, Erik. He was also given the nickname Seraph de Nex, or Angel of Death, by his efficiency on the battlefield.
>Skills: Firearms, Blades, Medic!, Free Running
Classification Skill: Firearms
Mastered Skills: Blades
Superior Skills: Free Running
Minor Skills: Medic!
>Abilities: Smarts, Speed, Toughness, Athletics
Classification Ability: Smarts
Mastered Abilities: Toughness
Superior Abilities: Speed
Minor Abilities: Athletics
>Equipment on Person:
- Faded Black Denim Vest
- Faded Black Denim Pants
- Dark Blue T-shirt
- Black Combat Boots
- Gun Holster Vest (with two M1911's)
- (2x) full Colt magazines (14 rds)
- Machette Sheath (with 16" Curved Blade Machette)
- Sunglasses
- Cleaning Rag (in left breast pocket)
>In Pack:
- (2x) Boxes .45 ACP Ammo (100rds)
- 10 military rations
- 2 canteens filled with purified water
- 10 strips of beef jerky
- 2 rolls of Medical Gauze
- 1 bottle Water-Absorbing Powder
>In Storage:
- None
>Primary Weapon:
Weapon: Dual M1911 Pistols
Caliber: .45 ACP
Location on Body: Hanging near ribs, handles facing down.
Modifications:
>Melee Weapon:
Weapon: 16" Machette with Curved Blade
Location on Body: Strapped to lower back in sheath, parallel to the ground, blade facing down, handle to the right.
Sample Post:
Seraph dug his heels down into the dirt as he squatted down behind the piece of rubble that was offering him a temporary hiding spot. His pistols felt oddly familiar in his hands as he kept his breathing shallow and controlled. Three zombies were closing in on his position due to an earlier mistake which caused quite a clatter. The first let out a low, deep moan as it closed in. Seraph used this as a signal to pop out of his hiding area. He aimed down the middle of his arms, and placed round smack dab in the middle of the forehead. The next was much closer than he had anticipated, and managed to grab his left arm. His right instinctively brought the gun into the zombies left eye and squeezed the trigger. He holstered his right pistol next to his left set of ribs and yanked his machette out of his sheath. He used the stone in front of him as a stepping stone and leapt at the third, which was roughly 20 feet away, and slammed the back of the machette into its skull, crushing it's brain. He smirked as he resheathed his blade and muttered, "My mother always told me you are what you eat. Must not have been talking about zombies."
(Him in a suit)Name: Terrance Watson (Nickname: Seraph de Nex)
Age: 26
Height: 6' 4"
Weight: 254 lbs.
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: N/A
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: 04/08/1898
Place of Birth: London England
Ethnicity: Caucasion
Kin: Irish Father, English Mother, 1 Brother: All Deceased
Physical Description: Seraph stands quite steady, almost like a stone wall. He is slightly stout, but has a very intimidating presence about him. He has a square jaw, goatee, and his skin is very tan when put next to an average person. If you were to walk past him on a normal day, you would want to avoid him as much as possible. He wears sunglasses most of time, except when they do not permit him to see. And even with his glasses on, his eyes are open wide to take all the details around him. He wears faded black denim pants tucked into black combat boots. He sports a dark blue t-shirt under a undone faded black denim vest with four pockets in the front. He also has a vest holster with his pistol handles facing down. He also keeps his machete sheath tied around his waist, making his machette perallel to the ground when sheathed, handle facing right and blade facing down.
Personality: Seraph, despite his usual intimidating demeanor, is actually quite fun-loving, and enjoys himself greatly when he gets to slaughter hordes of zombies. He also is quite competitive, and holds competitions with the other groupmates of The Steel Wing Company on who can kill the most zombies. His slightly comedic situation shows through on the battlefield, making little one-liners during all times of battle.
Medical History: Seraph had a pretty much clean bill of health during his childhood years, and didn't suffer much through any of the police training. But when his family was eaten soon after he left the force (about 4 years ago), he developed Anthophobia without realizing it. During a job a year ago, he was forced to take refuge in a flower garden, and nearly died from being overrun. If Erik hadn't been with him, he would have certainly been dead. At this point, he developed Phobophobia. These two have been with him since.
Classification: Police
Sub-Class: British
Money: $9.40
Occupation: Police Officer
Personal History: Born april eighth, eighteen-nintey eight, Terrance was a very healthy baby. At the age of five, terrance almost killed another child two years older in a fight. The other child would have died if terrance's father hadn't intervened. Terrance was, from that point, homeschooled. At the age of sixteen, terrance joined the police force when his little brother, age 7, was killed by a mugger. He graduated from the academy at the age of eighteen. He left the police force at the age of twenty when they failed to allow him to return home, which, in turn, lead to the death of his parents. This scarred him because his mother was an avid flower gardener, and he returned to find her dead among her uprooted flowers. He joined the Steel Wing Company soon after and became good partners with the head of the group, Erik. He was also given the nickname Seraph de Nex, or Angel of Death, by his efficiency on the battlefield.
>Skills: Firearms, Blades, Medic!, Free Running
Classification Skill: Firearms
Mastered Skills: Blades
Superior Skills: Free Running
Minor Skills: Medic!
>Abilities: Smarts, Speed, Toughness, Athletics
Classification Ability: Smarts
Mastered Abilities: Toughness
Superior Abilities: Speed
Minor Abilities: Athletics
>Equipment on Person:
- Faded Black Denim Vest
- Faded Black Denim Pants
- Dark Blue T-shirt
- Black Combat Boots
- Gun Holster Vest (with two M1911's)
- (2x) full Colt magazines (14 rds)
- Machette Sheath (with 16" Curved Blade Machette)
- Sunglasses
- Cleaning Rag (in left breast pocket)
>In Pack:
- (2x) Boxes .45 ACP Ammo (100rds)
- 10 military rations
- 2 canteens filled with purified water
- 10 strips of beef jerky
- 2 rolls of Medical Gauze
- 1 bottle Water-Absorbing Powder
>In Storage:
- None
>Primary Weapon:
Weapon: Dual M1911 Pistols
Caliber: .45 ACP
Location on Body: Hanging near ribs, handles facing down.
Modifications:
>Melee Weapon:
Weapon: 16" Machette with Curved Blade
Location on Body: Strapped to lower back in sheath, parallel to the ground, blade facing down, handle to the right.
Sample Post:
Seraph dug his heels down into the dirt as he squatted down behind the piece of rubble that was offering him a temporary hiding spot. His pistols felt oddly familiar in his hands as he kept his breathing shallow and controlled. Three zombies were closing in on his position due to an earlier mistake which caused quite a clatter. The first let out a low, deep moan as it closed in. Seraph used this as a signal to pop out of his hiding area. He aimed down the middle of his arms, and placed round smack dab in the middle of the forehead. The next was much closer than he had anticipated, and managed to grab his left arm. His right instinctively brought the gun into the zombies left eye and squeezed the trigger. He holstered his right pistol next to his left set of ribs and yanked his machette out of his sheath. He used the stone in front of him as a stepping stone and leapt at the third, which was roughly 20 feet away, and slammed the back of the machette into its skull, crushing it's brain. He smirked as he resheathed his blade and muttered, "My mother always told me you are what you eat. Must not have been talking about zombies."
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