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 Posted: Wed Sep 25, 2013 10:09 pm
The Duplicitous Markswoman:
Name: Rebecca Anne Haxley
Age: 19
Info: Suffering from Split-Personality Disorder since witnessing the murder of her mother, Rebecca was heavily medicated throughout her teen years to suppress her secondary personality, who refers to herself as 'Hex.' With the onset of the apocalypse, 'Becca' has run out of medicine and is unable to cope with the strange new world, leaving it up to Hex. Unlike the sweet and innocent Becca, Hex is strong and honestly, really mean. She has zero patience and almost as little trust in regards to other people._______________________________________________________________ The Faithful Father:
Name: Father Connor Braden O'Clery
Age: 25
Info: Originally from a broken home, Connor found salvation in the Catholic Church, and dedicated himself to a life of service to God. He believes that the rising of the Dead is a sign of the endtimes, and that 'The Fallen' are the soldiers of Satan. He considers it his sacred duty to fight against them, and believes it is the only path to Salvation. He welcomes all his fellow Soldiers (the living) into his arms, and offers them the grace of God, provided they fight in His holy name._______________________________________________________________ The Lovelorn Marine:
Name: Corporal Drake Gabriel McKnight
Age: 24
Info: Drake is a young man with a single purpose. A Marine with a lady love, he was separated from his girlfriend Rowan in the early days of the apocalypse. Since that day, he has fought tooth and nail to stay alive long enough to be reunited with her; nothing will stop him from finding her so that he can be whole again. He intends to find Rowan and to attempt to carve out some semblance of a normal life with her, and intends to do whatever it takes to both find and protect her.
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Posted: Wed Sep 25, 2013 10:10 pm
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~Personal Info ~
╚══════════════╝ Designation: Rebecca Anne Haxley Call Name: Hex, or Becca, depending on who you're talking to. It's probably Hex, though. Cycles past: 19 Sex: Female It's in the blood: White Height: 5'6" Weight: 136 lbs Hair: Brown Eye Color: Violet Physic: Hex is tall and thin, with a built made for running and gunning. She's stronger than she looks, though, and extremely flexible. She tends to look like she couldn't care less about her appearance, and in the current state of things, really couldn't. ╔══════════════╗
~Dig a bit Deeper~
╚══════════════╝ Occupation: Well, Rebecca was a Student... and I was being kept locked up tight with pills. Loyalties: Loners I can't help it! ... wait, you're kidding, right? No one and nothing. I'm not about to be the dumb girl who gets eaten cuz she couldn't keep her pants on. It's fun:
☆ Cleaning my knives
☆ Singing to myself
☆ ... does talking to Rebecca count? Thanks much:
♡ Having food to eat
♡ Having clothes on my back
♡ Someone else keeping watch so I can catch some Z's.
♡ ... Rebecca likes animals. Puppies and Kittens mostly.
♡ ... and reading paranormal romance fiction... wait, lady porn? ... Okay, she calls it paranormal romance fiction, but I call it lady porn. No way:
☠ Idiots
☠ Cutthroats
☠ Getting blood on my clothes
☠ Having to sleep in the rain
☠ That disgusting moaning noise that the walkers make... like, what is that? Are they trying to breathe? News flash, you're a corpse! What the hell:
× Not being me in the middle of a crisis. Like, Rebecca taking over, basically. She's totally useless.
× Waking up and finding something chewing on my foot or something.
× Putting my trust in the wrong people. Can't Change It: Well, see, it depends on who you're talking about. Me, I'm pretty much a grade-A b***h, I'll be the first to admit it. I hate everyone and trust them about as far as I can throw them. Which is to sat that I only trust kids. And I only trust them to be stupid and get killed. Which they do. Constantly. But anyway... I'm brash, I'm rude, and I don't particularly care what your sob story is, because I've got my own, thanks very much. As if I need to listen to you moan about how your husband got bit and you didn't know better and tried to help him and then he tried to eat you or some other nonsense... As for Rebecca... well, she basically the opposite. She'd LOVE to hear all about it. Actually, if you wait long enough, you can tell her instead. She was a Psychology major in college, I'm sure she'd love to pick your brain. She's also way too happy, way too upbeat, and way too useless. She freaks out if you so much as say the word 'undead' and will promptly hide behind whoever seems to be the biggest and strongest person around. Wimp. But, she knows it. She thinks that her strengths lie in the intellectual area... which they do. Too bad those strengths are basically moot now. All she's good for is... honestly, I don't know. I guess just listening to your sob story, really. History is set in stone: I haven't got much to tell you about Rebecca's life before the whole 'end of the world' thing started. See, if you haven't figured it out yet, we suffer from a split-personality disorder. Becca's the 'real' person and I'm like an intruder in her brain or something. So, as soon as they realized what was going on with her, at a fairly young age, they started stuffing her with pills to shut me up. I think it was because she saw our mom get murdered. She couldn't handle it, and thus, I was born. Everyone else thinks I'm like her evil twin or something, but I'm the strong one. I'm the one who can take it. Who can hack it. Who can live in spite of all the awful things that happen. She doesn't even remember Mom dying; I do. When I close my eyes, I see it happening, again and again, in an endless loop, like a replay of her death.
Early childhood for us was pretty normal, I remember all that because we were the same person back then. Mom and Dad were a nice, normal couple. No siblings. Just us and the 'rents, kicking it old school. We lived out in the country, in a town with more churches than people. Our dad did ranch work, and our mom worked at the local convenience store. In their free time, and on their vacations, we'd go out into the woods and camp. Dad taught us to shoot, a crossbow and a hunter's rifle. We always preferred the crossbow; quieter, with ammunition you could reuse. We got pretty good with it when it came to shooting targets, but we... I really feel like this is mostly Becca, but we hadn't split yet at the time, so I can't rightly say, but we didn't like actually shooting the animals. Made us queasy. Like I said, pretty sure that's mostly Becca. I didn't exist back then, they say. I think that's bull. I existed; I was the voice that was always trying to get Becca to go out and play, to climb trees and run wild. All she ever wanted to do was curl up with our parents and let them read her a story.
Mom's death happened when we were ten. A neighbor had picked us up from school. Since both our parents were at work, we were staying next door until one of them got off. But, we wanted to see Mom before we headed home, so Edith, the neighbor, took us by her store. We don't really remember the guy who did it; he walked in, seemed normal to us, but then, we were ten. Next thing we knew, he was shouting, pointing a gun at Mom, and then her shirt was red. It'd been white... but it was red.
And everything after that is foggy for me. I get little glimpses, moments where something was going on that Becca couldn't handle. Dad's heart attack, Nana's death. Things like that. I know other things from her journals; our doctor made us keep them. I only had one, since I was around so little, but she has pages and pages and pages. A novel, really. Maybe two. I know that our condition got her interested in psychology, so she went to college to study that. And that she hadn't gone hunting with Dad wince Mom's death. The blood freaked her out, which is ridiculous, since she doesn't really remember it. I know that because it's on the tapes of her conversations with our doctor. We got to listen to each other's tapes; it was supposed to make us realize we were the same person. It didn't, though; the only thing that made us sound the same was the fact that it was the same voice.
When everything started, Becca was trying to stick with her boyfriend, Luke. He had her grab a bag of clothes and whatever else she wanted (her Crossbow, along with a freaking textbook, for whatever reason) and they left. She convinced him to drive down to Dad's place, but he was gone. All that was there was his truck, which they raided. No gas in it, but they did get a Tire Iron and a Hatchet, which was useful.
And then... she ran out of meds. The end of the world seemed timed perfectly to ensure that I'd take over ASAP, because she only had pills for two days after it started. Two days later, I was at the forefront, and she was more than happy to let me stay there, especially after I had to bash Luke's head in because he got bit. I think she recognized that she couldn't handle this. So, she let me take over. Now, she generally stays quiet, except for rare instances where things are relatively calm. Then, she likes to have her moment out. I usually let it happen... but I'm really scared to, because neither of us really has any real control over our switching out. I'm pretty sure that when I die, it'll be because she completely takes over and something awful happens while she's the one walking around. It's a real concern. The one thing I can say for the girl is that she was smart enough to always keep her crossbow around, and so it was on me when everything went to hell. I have to find and retrieve the bolts each time I shoot it or I'll run out, and it's a pain, but it's better than wandering around with nothing but a stick. ╔══════════════╗
~Combat info~
╚══════════════╝ Main Weapon: Crossbow and Bolts (10)Secondary Weapons: A Tire Iron and a Small Hatchet, from dad's trunk. Strengths: I'm wiry and flexible, so I can get myself out of a sticky situation, and I'm already broken, mentally I mean, so it's not like this is gonna break me. Weaknesses: Well... being broken has its downsides. Like the fact that Becca and I swap constantly with no real rhyme or reason at times. And, I'm not exceptionally strong. Stronger than I look, for sure, but that's not saying much. Combat style: I try to keep to high ground and shoot them with my Crossbow, but when I'm on the ground, I tend to do a lot of running. If I'm stuck, I'll bash in a head or two. I try not to use the Hatchet much, since it's sort of hard to pull out of a skull when there's a lot of them, but it gets the job done. Supplies: Unmarked Canned Goods x 6
Beef Jerky x 12
Can Opener
Matchbox (100 count) x 2
Water Bottle with Filter
Small Hunting Knife
Sewing Kit
The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders
Tylenol Bottle (10 remaining capsules)
Spare Boots ╔══════════════╗
~In addition~
╚══════════════╝ Themes: For Whom The Bell Tolls Vehicle: None Others: N/A
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Posted: Wed Sep 25, 2013 10:43 pm
  HEX // BECCAis currently...
Looking Deadly at Location
with No one and Nothing
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Now they see what will be
Blinded eyes to seeWhen God is gone and the Devil takes hold
Who'll have mercy on your soul?
My name is Death and the end is here [align=center][url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bg92QpjRcJk][img]http://i1056.photobucket.com/albums/t375/Cara_MiaKitty/Gaia Online/Zombies/HexHalf_zpse5b67793.png[/img][/url][url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yWabGQBnzKo][img]http://i1056.photobucket.com/albums/t375/Cara_MiaKitty/Gaia Online/Zombies/BeccaHalf_zps0a8d61c7.png[/img][/url][/align]
[align=center][size=18][color=#C80815][b]HEX[/b][/color] // [color=#B784A7][strike]BECCA[/strike][/color][/size]
[color=#CD9575][size=14]is currently...[/size]
[size=11]Looking[/color] [i][url=http://www.polyvore.com/rebecca_haxley/set?id=98633902][color=#CD9575]Deadly[/color][/url][/i] [color=#CD9575]at [i]Location[/i]
with [i]No one and Nothing[/i]
Feeling [i]Dangerous[/i]
[i]"Surely you're not all as stupid as you look..."[/i][/size][/color]
[color=#C41E3A]Take a [i]look[/i] to the [i]sky[/i] just before you [i]die[/i]
It's the [b]last time[/b] you will[/color]
[color=#B5509C]Well, [i]what[/i] is this that I can't [i]see[/i]
With [i]ice cold hands[/i] taking [b]hold of me?[/b][/color]
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[color=#C80815][b]"Hex speaks..."[/b][/color]
[color=#B784A7]Becca[/color] [color=#C80815]Hex[/color] [color=#996666]...[/color]
[color=#B784A7][b]"Becca speaks..."[/b][/color]
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[color=#C41E3A]Crack of [i]dawn[/i] all is [i]gone[/i] except the [i]will to be[/i]
Now they [i]see[/i] what will [i]be[/i]
[b]Blinded eyes to see[/b][/color]
[color=#B5509C]When [i]God[/i] is [i]gone[/i] and the [i]Devil takes hold[/i]
Who'll have [i]mercy[/i] on your [i]soul?[/i]
[b]My name is Death and the end is here[/b][/color][/align]
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Posted: Thu Sep 26, 2013 9:59 pm
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~Personal Info ~
╚══════════════╝ Designation: Father Connor Braden O'Clery Call Name: Father Conn Cycles past: 32 Sex: Male It's in the blood: White Height: 6'4" Weight: 180 lbs Hair: Brown Eye Color: Brown Physic: Father Conn cuts an imposing figure, being rather tall, and standing in a way as to make him seem even taller. He is, however, rather slight, although he's not without muscle. Despite the end of the world, he does his best to maintain a clean appearance. He is always dressed in typical priest garb, although he has swapped his slacks out for jeans and his dress shoes out for a pair of hiking boots. ╔══════════════╗
~Dig a bit Deeper~
╚══════════════╝ Occupation:Before the End, I was a Priest. Now, I am a servant of God, and a soldier in His army. Loyalties:Newbs I can't help it! No one. My mission is my only concern. It's fun:
☆ Praying
☆ Preaching to those who remain
☆ Reading my Bible Thanks much:
♡ Having clean clothes
♡ Having a moment alone with God
♡ Finding others who have not lost their Faith
♡ Finding people I can trust at my back
♡ When I find people to join me in prayer No way:
☠ Those who have lost their way
☠ Being caught unawares by the Fallen
☠ Being unable to feed my flock
☠ Not having a flock to tend to at all
☠ The Devil. Obviously. What the hell:
× Being Taken and becoming one of the Fallen
× Losing my path to Heaven
× ... Honestly, my greatest fear is that... that the fact that I'm still here, on Earth... means that my soul is already Lost. Can't Change It: I am, in a single word, devout. I place my faith in God and believe that He will guide me. In regards to my treatment of others, I am kinder than most, although it pains me greatly to say so, both because it sounds immodest and because I wish it weren't so. But, while it may sound like a brag, I assure you it is not. I believe in helping others, and in giving everyone a chance, both at salvation, and to right their past wrongs (which may be the same thing, in some cases). But, I am not pushy. I have sought my solace in God; I understand that others have abandoned Him, as he feels He abandoned them. While I would love to change their minds, I satisfy myself with being there for them if I can and hold true to my belief that, if they are alive, there is still hope for their eternal soul. History is set in stone: I was born in a rather seedy part of town, in less than desirable circumstances. My father was a drunkard, and an abuser, and was one as far back as I can remember. According to her, he wasn't always that way. When I was a baby, he was wonderful. A model father and husband. But not long after I turned three, he lost his job, and depression set in. He took his pains out on my mother. But, she never let him lay a hand on me. When I was eight, he tried, and that was the night that she left him. After he passed out (she always said he fell asleep, but I know he was passed out drunk), she packed our bags and we were gone. She made a call at the pay phone on the corner, and my grandfather picked us up. I never saw my father again; I read in the paper that he died when I was 22. Perhaps it's shameful, but I didn't feel anything for him. No sorrow at his passing, no regret at not trying to find and help him.
I hadn't seen Grandda since my father had taken to drinking, so I didn't remember him at all. I always thought that he'd cut my mother out of his life, and me along with her, but apparently my father had been the one to cut the ties. He wanted my mom dependent on him. Grandda was all too happy to let us into his home. I was enrolled in a private Catholic school at his request, and while attending, I found God. I was only eleven when I made the decision to become a Priest, a decision that my family wholly supported. I studied hard, and was top of my class in school. I then went to Seminary School and excelled once again in my studies. After graduating, I was scouted by various churches in the area, and took a position at the very same one that was affiliated with my old school (which my family attended). I was one of three Fathers working at that Church, the youngest, hired to relate to the older children and teens. I enjoyed my job thoroughly, and was proud to say that I changed a few lives. Boys who decided to become priests, or who simply found God under my guidance. Girls who wanted to be nuns, or found their faith. It was the most wonderful feeling to know that I touched them so.
My life was quiet, without much to report from the time I was hired, since I spent all of my time and effort working for and with the church. Then, the news stories began, and the congregation panicked. Our Head Priest, Father Doyle, opened the doors of the church to as many as we could fit, and then we sealed ourselves inside. The sounds of the dead devouring those less fortunate could be heard, but we were safe. And I was unsatisfied. Father Doyle, a rather progressive man, of a rather scientific bent, believed it to be some sort of bio-terrorism, created and spread by man. I was of a mind that, even if it was made by humans, it was by the hand of the Devil. He had used those scientists to create that abomination so that he could raise an army of the dead. This is the end times; I know it in my very soul.
As a man of God, it is my sacred duty to battle the Fallen. I know that; I can feel it. God's will is in me and I will do His work. I left the Church quietly, in the dead of night. I left Father Doyle a letter to inform him of my decision. I do hope that he was understanding, though of course I'll likely never know. Having grown up in the sort of neighborhood I did, and always wanting to protect myself, I did learn to shoot a handgun, and always kept one on my person (registered, of course) to protect myself. I try not to use it; the sound draws them, and I've only so many bullets. I have a small knife and a baseball bat which I found after leaving the church. I've still not quite gotten a handle on how to dispatch the Fallen, but I'm improving. It is my sacred duty, after all. ╔══════════════╗
~Combat info~
╚══════════════╝ Main Weapon: A Baseball Bat. You'd think it was my backup, but it's far more efficient, and I don't have to reload it. It'll break eventually, but I'm sure I'll find a replacement somewhere. Secondary Weapons: A small 9 mm handgun, with two and a half clips, and a small knife. Strengths: I'm very calm and collected, and while I appear slight, I am quite strong. Weaknesses: At times, I get lost in thought, and am easily distracted. I also suffered from a broken hip as a small child, and as such I have a slight limp and don't run very quickly. Combat style: I try to be quiet and sneaky, since I'm not very fast or agile. If there's a large group, I try to simply avoid them altogether. I'd rather go hungry for a couple of days and wait for them to move than risk a large group following after me. Supplies:
My Bible
Rosary
Holy Water
My Crucifix
Assorted Canned Goods x 7
Oatmeal Bars x 13
Flask
Stovetop Water Boiler
Lighter x 3
Matchbook x 4
Blanket
Change of Clothes x 1
Coat
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~In addition~
╚══════════════╝ Themes: Carry On, My Wayward Son Vehicle: None Others: N/A
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Posted: Sat Sep 28, 2013 4:31 pm
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There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2X_2IdybTV0][align=center][img]http://i1056.photobucket.com/albums/t375/Cara_MiaKitty/Gaia Online/Zombies/Conn_zpsf582a9c6.png[/img][/url][/align]
[align=center][size=18][color=#55AE3A][b]”FATHER CONN”[/b][/color][/size]
[color=#8B8378][size=14]is currently...[/size]
[size=11]Looking[/color] [i][url=http://www.polyvore.com/father_connor/set?id=98918040][color=#8B8378]Pious[/color][/url][/i] [color=#8B8378]at [i]Location[/i]
with [i]No one and Nothing[/i]
Feeling [i]Lost[/i]
[i]"This is my path to Salvation."[/i][/size][/color]
[color=#9AB973][i]Masquerading[/i] as a [i]man[/i] with a [i]reason[/i]
My [i]charade[/i] is the [i]event[/i] of the [i]season[/i]
And [i]if I claim[/i] to be a [i]wise man[/i], well
It [b]surely means[/b] that [b]I don't know[/b][/color]
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[color=#55AE3A]FATHER CONN[/color] [color=#8B8B83]...[/color]
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[color=#9AB973][i]Carry on[/i], my [i]wayward son[/i]
There’ll be [i]peace[/i] when you are [i]done[/i]
[i]Lay[/i] your [i]weary head[/i] to [i]rest[/i]
[b]Don’t you cry no more[/b][/color] [/align]
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Posted: Tue Oct 08, 2013 9:15 pm
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~Personal Info ~
╚══════════════╝ Designation: Drake Gabriel McKnight Call Name: Corporal Cycles past: 24 Sex: Male It's in the blood: White Height: 6'4" Weight: 200 lbs Hair: Black Eye Color: Light Blue Physic: Drake is tall and lean, but extremely muscular. Being a member of the Marine Corps, he was expected to be at top physical condition at all times. As such, he cuts a very intimidating figure, although he is somewhat shy about it and tries to hide it with ill-fitting clothes, at least when not in uniform. His hair typically grows very quickly and he prefers it longer, only keeping it short because of the military standard. Whenever he was on leave, he would let it grow out, getting it buzzed the night before returning. Having been on leave for a full two weeks before the madness started, it has been a total of five weeks since his last haircut, if he's been keeping his time right. It's not long by any means, but it's certainly not military standard. ╔══════════════╗
~Dig a bit Deeper~
╚══════════════╝ Occupation:Corporal in the US Marine Corps. Currently a gunman for a band of survivors. Loyalties:Gun Groupies I can't help it! Rowan, my girlfriend since... honestly, I don't even remember how long. I've never been good at keeping track. What matters is that I love her. It's fun:
☆ Reading books on history
☆ Target Practice (lately with moving targets. Very, very slow ones...)
☆ Spending time with Rowan. Thanks much:
♡ The feel of a gun in my hand
♡ Biographies, mostly about people famous for Revolutionary movements, like Washington or Gandhi
♡ The satisfaction of taking down a dead man
♡ Having people who have my back
♡ ... Don't tell the guys, cuz I'll never live it down, but I've got a soft spot for the Theater. Especially musicals. That's why I was so excited the day I met Rowan. We were in the performing arts hall... I was a bit less... composed, at the time. No way:
☠ Dead people. I'm sick of looking at their ugly, dead faces.
☠ Running out of things to do in my downtime. I miss TV. And the Internet. Thank God this happened before books only ran on electricity, too.
☠ Not being able to know who to trust. Things are crazy. People are, surprisingly, crazier.
☠ Off-key singing. It's just... torture. On my ears. I mean it's one thing if you miss a note or jump or something but if you're belting it and it's all wrong or you sound like you're screeching then please stop or I will shoot you.
☠ Pickles. Don't ask me why, I've just never liked them. Or anything sour, really, but especially pickles. What the hell:
× Being surrounded with no more rounds in my clip
× Putting my fate in the hands of someone I can't trust, who'll only protect their own back and not worry about mine.
× ... Not finding Rowan. I don't like even saying it, because it's like admitting it's possible and I have to believe... but it's so hard sometimes. Can't Change It: I'm loyal, brave, and hardworking. I'm determined to keep myself and anyone who trusts me enough to put their life in my hands alive. I have an indomitable will, and I will not be denied. I'm dedicated to my task, which is to find Rowan, and hopefully to find a safe place for us to try and claim as our own, a safe haven where we will be protected, and where I can protect us. I'm a secret romantic, and some would call me a bit of a girl. I love doing grand romantic gestures, even if I don't remember exactly how long we've been together. I just can't remember a life before her, in terms of romance, so trying to remember the number is hard for me. I'm completely dedicated to her, and she is to me. A lot of people call me crazy for that, but I trust her. She put up with me being shipped out all over the world and trusted me not to do anything I shouldn't; I owe her the same trust, and give it readily. I'm almost as trusting with other people, although I've gotten less so in the past few weeks. It's hard to trust strangers when you have several of them point guns at your head in a matter of days, after all. Unfortunately for them, they were all outmatched. Severely so. I left them all alive, and probably wishing they weren't. I deliberately left one of them as Walker bait... I won't say what I found him doing, but let's just say it was to a young girl and he deserved what he got. I have a very strict sense of morals, and even if this world is making me change them, it's not changing who I am at heart. Right is right, wrong is wrong. Were there a system in place that would've punished him for his crime, I would have left him to it. But, there isn't, so I took it upon myself. Some would say I was cruel, but I believe in people getting what they give. History is set in stone: I'm from a military family, with a long tradition of men serving in the Marine Corps. My father was the highest ranking officer in the family, he made it to Colonel before retiring. I was raised from a very young age to uphold the traditional beliefs of a Marine. I was taught to do right, and to be honorable in all that I did. My father enjoyed bonding with me, taking any excuse he could to offer me a lesson in American History or to tell me an old war story or two. When I got old enough, he started teaching me how to shoot. Said if I was going to be a Marine like my daddy, he wanted me to have a leg up on all the other recruits. I'm not a perfect shot by far, but I did score the highest in my ROTC class all through high school. Made the highest grades, too. Dad never stopped boasting about that. He was always so proud of me; given that, aside from my dedication to ROTC, I didn't tend to fit in with 'that' crowd, as my friends called it, they all questioned why I was joining the military. I guess they all thought I was only doing it out of obligation, but the truth is, I just... never thought of not being a Marine. I was happy knowing I was going to serve my country. Other interests were incidental.
My other interests were, as mentioned, the performing arts. Particularly musical theater. I never got to act in any of the plays, but that was fine with me. I was far happier helping out backstage, working lights and helping build the sets. It was good work; hands on, lots of room for me to make things up as I went along. I also help with the lighting and music for the performances the Choir and Dance teams did. Color guard, too; that was always my favorite, because I got to watch Rowan perform. I knew the first time I saw her that she was... special. It sounds cheesy, but it's true. I was giving a tour of the school to the incoming freshmen from a nearby middle school, and had just gotten to the fine arts building, specifically the area that branched into the theater classroom and dance studio. I guess I got a little animated when talking about the performing arts program at my school (it was very good, actually, we won UIL two years running, and then another year following a second place win). Apparently, it amused Rowan, because she let out this strangely adorable little squeak, and when I looked at her, she blushed scarlet. When she came to the school the next year, as a freshmen, I recognized her in the halls and offered to help her find her classes. We were dating not long after that. I got a few funny looks for dating a freshman, but I didn't particularly care. I was too wrapped up in her. Our relationship kept going after I graduated and enlisted. It was tough, not getting to see her much, but the only way to avoid it would've been for me to not join the military, and I can't even imagine not having done that. We've both beaten the odds, though. Stayed faithful, never straying or losing trust or falling out of love with one another.
I was, thankfully, on leave when the world ended. I guess it seems sort of melodramatic to say it that way, but that's what it feels like. Anyway, me n Rowan were together. We joined a group of people and camped out with them for a while. Things were going great; we got lulled into a false sense of security, I guess. One night, Rowan and I snuck off for some alone time. We at least got to spend a great night together... but the next morning, I woke up to the sound of the dead trying to fight their way inside. I guess a few of 'em had seen us go in the house the night before, and then attracted the attention of more, because there were... there were a lot of them. Some of them managed to break a window, it was real loud and I guess it woke Rowan up. The ones that got the window open saw her and immediately started trying to claw their way in to get to her. I screamed for her to get out, and she took off. I figured I'd catch up with her later, you know? I was takn' the dead out, one by one, and by the time I was done, I was exhausted and my nerves were shot. I could barely believe I was alive... and almost wished I wasn't. I passed out, I think, and should probably thank my lucky stars that some Walker didn't decide to make a meal out of me before I came to. Then again, maybe they didn't realize I was a meal; I was covered in gore and yuck from the ones I'd killed. I don't remember much after I woke up. There were more Walkers then and they spotted me, realized I was alive and took off after me. I ran for I don't know how long. By the time I felt safe, I had no idea where I was; hard to bother looking for landmarks when you're running for your life, after all. It took me a day or so to even figure out where I was... and after that, I tried to return to the camp, to find Rowan, but it took forever to get back, being turned around like I was. Then, when I finally got there, the camp was gone. We'd known that the people we'd met up with were part of a larger group and that the original location had been temporary, so I figured that, if she'd made it back (and she had to have, because if not then I'd never forgive myself for letting her run off alone), they must've decided it was time to rejoin that larger group. Since then, I've been trying to find them... but no luck so far. I can't give up, though. I have to find her. I have to. ╔══════════════╗
~Combat info~
╚══════════════╝ Main Weapon: A M-16, standard issue rifle for the military, with 4 magazines, 30 bullets each.Secondary Weapons: Heckler & Koch HK45, which is our standard issue handgun, with 5 clips of ten rounds each, and a combat knife. Strengths: My military training has made me extremely fit, both physically and mentally. I'm strong and I can think on my feet/ Weaknesses: I tend to overdo it when it comes to pushing myself, and can put myself in tight spots because of it. I find myself backed into a lot of corners. Granted, I always seem to find a way out, but it's only a matter of time until that isn't the case. Combat style: I received extensive military training, both in hand to hand combat and with guns. That being said... they don't exactly teach you to actively avoid the mouth when you're in a fist fight, or to aim for the head when you're shooting, so it's taken some getting used to. Supplies:
MRE x 3
Chance of clothes x 2
Canteen
Water purifying tables x 10
Trail mix x 5
Winter coat
Flashlight
Matchbox x 3
Lighter x 4
Sleeping Bag
Oil Lantern
Off!
Fishing Pole
Spare line x 2
Rope
Flint and steel
Gun-cleaning kit
A pocketwatch, with a picture of Rowan inside. ╔══════════════╗
~In addition~
╚══════════════╝ Themes: Broken Vehicle: None Others: He doesn't know it yet, but he's going to be a father!
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Posted: Fri Oct 11, 2013 9:54 pm
”CORPORAL MCKNIGHT” is currently...
Looking Brave at Location
with No one and Nothing
Feeling Determined
"No matter what happens, I will find her." I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph and I know it serves me well
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And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hPC2Fp7IT7o][align=center][img]http://i1056.photobucket.com/albums/t375/Cara_MiaKitty/Gaia Online/Zombies/DrakeGraphic_zpsd36107e9.png[/img][/url][/align]
[align=center][size=18][color=#00868B][b]”CORPORAL MCKNIGHT”[/b][/color][/size]
[color=#CDC9C9][size=14]is currently...[/size]
[size=11]Looking[/color] [i][url=http://www.polyvore.com/corporal_drake_gabriel_mcknight/set?id=100269648][color=#CDC9C9]Brave[/color][/url][/i] [color=#CDC9C9]at [i]Location[/i]
with [i]No one and Nothing[/i]
Feeling [i]Determined[/i]
[i]"No matter what happens, I will find her."[/i][/size][/color]
[color=#A0D6B4]I [i]wanted[/i] you to [i]know[/i] I [i]love[/i] the [i]way[/i] you [i]laugh[/i]
I wanna [i]hold you high[/i] and [i]steal your pain[/i] away
I keep your [i]photograph[/i] and I know it [i]serves me well[/i]
I wanna [b]hold you high[/b] and [b]steal your pain[/b][/color]
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[color=#00868B][b]"Drake speaks..."[/b][/color]
[color=#00868B]CORPORAL MCKNIGHT[/color] [color=#6C7B8B]... [/color]
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[color=#A0D6B4]'Cause I'm [i]broken[/i] when I'm [i]open[/i]
And I [i]don't feel[/i] like I am [i]strong enough[/i]
'Cause I'm [i]broken[/i] when I'm [i]lonesome[/i]
[b]And I don't feel right when you're gone away[/b][/color] [/align]
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