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~Personal Info ~
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Designation: Isaac Warren
Call Name: Dr. Warren
Cycles past: 24
Sex: Male
It's in the blood: Caucasian
Height: 6'
Weight: 160 lbs
Hair: Black
Eye Color: brown
Physic: Strong but not bulked. However he does have muscle definition.
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~Dig a bit Deeper~
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~Dig a bit Deeper~
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Occupation: Had just been accepted at one of the most prestigious schools in the country.
Loyalties: gun groupies
I can't help it! Is married
It's fun:
☆ Research
☆ Whittles wood when in deep thought
☆ Dancing. Won't admit this though.
Thanks much:
♡ Loves having enough supplies on hand
♡ Likes being alone while working
♡ Loves classical music, specifically Moonlight Sonata (was his wife's favorite song)
♡ Loves Belgian waffles and will attempt to resist his excitement if ever offered such a meal.
♡ Likes when things go his way
No way:
☠ Hates when there is too many people. Too many= too much noise. Too much noise = work does not get done and things go to crap.
☠ Hates when supplies are used up like candy.
☠ dislikes working with children but will do it if the situation requires it
☠ Hates not knowing whats going on with his family back home.
☠ More than any of the people he meets he despises anyone obsessed with weapons. Loud, obnoxious and serious pains in the a**.
What the hell:
× Getting close to anyone.. Feels it will make him weak and get in the way.
× Losing himself , will kill himself before he'd let himself turn.
× Failing to find a cure, or a cure doesn't exist.
Can't Change It: Before the day things went to crap he was a very focused man. Loved his wife and his job and was a good husband and employee. He was one to have the patience of a god and rarely yell at others. Afterwards that patience died along with a bit of his sanity. He is dead set on finding a cure and won't let anything get in his way. He is not against killing a normal human if they are posing a threat to his and the others safety. Children are even worse. If they are well controlled he does not mind but out of control children he despises and will not hold back at yelling at them. In summary cold | quiet | easily angered or frustrated | no patience | workaholic | closed off
History is set in stone: Life before day Z. It seems so far away. While it was only three days ago it still felt like forever. After what happened his life has slowed down and dedication to his pursuit of a cure became his main and only focus. The days before this..the life before this was perfect. He'd had a wonderful and speedy time through school. He picked up on the medical information as if it were a stick on the ground. He loved the subject and more than anything he wanted to heal people. The surgeon had this childish dream of curing cancer and that he'd be the one to finally do it. When he had the time not to mention the resources he would put all his effort into research. He always proclaimed he was close to a cure but results were never shown to prove this.Although his research was in question there was no doubt of his skills in surgery. He knew his way around the inside of a human as if it were a house he'd lived in all his life. He'd saved many lives with his skill and those who did not make it were usually so bad that no amount of skill would have saved them. He was praised for his work and in some ways this made him cocky. Strike that, it made him terribly cocky. He felt like he could heal anyone. That he had miracle hands. It was when the first outbreak occurred that he had a nice hard kick of that high horse. One of the people first infected was his lovely fiance. They had a wedding planned that next year and were excited as ever. But before they could make the final plans he was called away to a small valley town called Swift Water. There was a string of strange illnesses and no other doctor or surgeon could figure out what was wrong. Considering how well recommended he came they figured he may be able to figure something out. He kissed his wife, promised he'd keep in contact then left. The travel there was quiet. Once arrived he found that there was no hospital. Instead the school had been used as a temporary hospital. When he was admitted into the "hospital" he found many people on beds, tied down. Some seemed horribly mad, attempting to escape their bonds. While others are getting strange very grotesque bite wounds treated. When he had time he gave his wife a call to check on her. She'd explained her and her friends had a great time on their camping trip. They had a blast and made jokes that she had a great time with her lover. He added that he couldn't keep his own other woman secret. It was lighthearted but didn't last long. She claimed she was not feeling well, the nights had been colder than usual and she was more than certain she caught a cold. Her friends had claimed they were picking something up as well. He told her he loved her and hung up planning to call her later to see how she was doing.He was never able to call her. Life became hell as more people went insane and he had his hands busy 24/7. Within the first couple days of being at this hospital the army had arrived to give aid. Instead of help the military destroyed the bridges to Spring Lakes.
After this occurred everything went to hell. How and where it began he will never be sure, all he knew it happened fast and started in the "hospital". He arrived to begin his daily rounds as well as work on a horrible bite wound. Yet when he went inside something was wrong. No one was there and it was eerily silent except for the monstrous moaning that always accompanied the mad patients which seemed far louder then yesterday. When he approached the main room where the worst patients were kept the sound grew louder. Opening the door was a bad idea. The place was trashed and inside where patients and doctors wandering around. At the sound of him opening the door they turned to towards him. A hideous sound came from their throats that was NOT human. They all began to move forward to him at a pace he felt he could handle then one of them rushed at him with unnatural speed. After spewing every curse in the book he took off but not without taking a large bone cleaver with him. These people were not just insane. Something was wrong, very wrong. Turning he swung the cleaver effectively slicing the neck most of the way through till it hung by a bit of the spinal cord. But to his surprise it kept coming at him. With a yell and another hack he cut it off and it fell flat. Oh yeah..definitely NOT madness. Out of breath he turned and ran before the slower walkers found him. He ran with no plan. Around him others began to emerge from homes and fields. Cursing he went to the only place he could think of being safe. Anywhere would work at this point. He ran for who knows how long before he finally picked a house. It was empty inside, the inhabitants either gone "crazy" or packed up and made a run for it. He barricaded the doors and windows and took a step back. This was just too much to process at the moment. First thing he tried to call his wife but no response from home. Instead he called her phone. Nothing. Crap. He figured this was more widespread than he thought. She was smart and he knew she'd get herself to safety. Right now he needed to take stock of his supplies and how long he could stay in this house before having to leave. Checking the fridge there was barely enough for three days. Double crap. Somehow he was able to manage stretching it out for a week and a half before he packed up and moved houses. The next house had more in it, as well as a few walkers. He dispatched of these and dumped them outside. The benefit of this was more food was in the fridge. Some was beginning to rot but there was enough he could work with and get him through another week. Soon enough the week ended and he had to move again. Before he left a sound caught his attention. It wasn't a walker though. It was human...sane..or as sane as anyone could be in this situation. They busted through and he kept hidden. They had weapons..big ones. If he made a wrong move he'd be killed instantly, no questions asked. After a long tense stand off they accepted him. The gun groupies (his term) were more than happy to have him. Apparently there were a lot of bones to be fixed and bullet wounds to be patched. Problem was his supplies were low and the idiots felt weapons and alcohol was more important then medicine. Retards....at least the alcohol would come in handy. And with these war mongers in a shooting frenzy it it was certain that these would not be the first wounds to treat. He laid down the law that he would treat only the life threatening wounds with his tools otherwise he'd do basic patching with what they had for others. They had to let it last or find him some damn supplies. He's now been with them since. Life not being the greatest as they don't necessarily like to listen to "doc". If he doesn't find supplies soon they are all screwed. Not to mention he needs supplies if he wants to start his official research to try and cure this. Every disease has a weakness and he needs to find it. Phones died nearly a week and a half ago. He can't get a hold of his wife. He has to know she's ok.....
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~Combat info~
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~Combat info~
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Main Weapon: bone cleaverSecondary Weapons: (close combat) and small surgical knives(for throwing) If he loses either of these he will use any object he can pick up. Even his fists if he's desperate
Strengths:
-Is a medical prodigy. There is not many problems he can't solve. Besides being well versed in the body and its parts he also was an avid studier of disease and infections. Many times it is these that cause ailments that bring on surgery. Best to know your problem before opening a person on a table.
-Has a strong frame and good stamina. Though he is no prize fighter he can travel long distances.
-Strategy over brute strength is more his specialty.
Weaknesses:
-Does not work well with others. This can cause fights and potentially put him in a really bad position.
-Is not a fighter. Best he can do is punch someone and in combat with his blades he can only do so much by focusing on vital spot. Fails with a gun as he never even fired those fake BB guns at a fair.
-Tunnel visioned +prideful. When he is focused on a goal he will do what ever he can to achieve that goal even at the expense of others.Believes he is the only one to find a cure and expects everyone to hand him what he needs on a silver platter to get there.
Combat style: Stealth is his key. He prefers sneaking up and killing silently since he uses his blades he is a close combat fighter. If at all possible he tries to avoid a fight since being so close to the infected puts him at risk and they need him.
Supplies: He altered his doctors coat to hold up to 12 surgical knives and his cleaver safely and available when needed. Besides that he keeps with him his medical bag filled with the vital items needed in a pinch. two rolls of surgical thread, pack of needles, ten syringes, three bottles anesthetics, five rolls of gauze, five rolls of cast gauze (wet activated). Surgical kit and sterilizer for both the tools and his hands.
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~In addition~
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~In addition~
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Themes: When you're evil
Vehicle: What ever the gun groupies have available.
Others: n/a
