My character name: Nathaniel Wolfe aka Nate Character ID number: #97 Link to your character's survival stats (minis) profile:Vitals Faction: Prison Rank: Civilian
Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2015 12:05 pm
Character Name: Nathaniel Wolfe
Nickname: Nate
Age: Twenty-six
Gender: Male
Employment: Newbie Cop
Faction: District 2
Character description: ☢ Nathan, or Nate as he prefers to be called, is often mistaken for a man who doesn’t take anything seriously. More often than not when conversing with others he uses sarcasm and playful banter as a way of getting his point across which is often associated with indifference toward the situation. As such he is often deemed as someone who ignores the gravity of the situation, or who simply does not give a damn about humanity having suffered an extremely damaging blow. In reality, and to those who know him best, this is not the case. Nate is not some childish class clown who adheres to the belief that “ignorance is bliss” nor does he deny the tangibility of everything he has lived through, it is much simpler and more innocent than that. Personally, he doesn’t see the benefit of approaching everything as some type of grave and insurmountable obstacle that requires every ounce of strenuous attention one can possibly apply to it. Placing that much pressure on something and those who are involved with it has only worked to insight anxiety and, in extreme cases, hysteria in his personal experiences. This in no way alludes to the fact that Nate is incapable of becoming serious when the need arises or that he denies the advantages that can be gained by approaching something seriously, but it is not how he sees things. He prefers to remain as light hearted and upbeat as he possibly can for as long as he can, a trait that is both admired and despised.
Aside from his apparent playfulness Nate is a very amiable type of person. Unless someone does something to truly anger him he is quick to label them with the title of ‘friend.’ He knows that in this world full of glum prospects having a few friends to pass time with and to escape the harshness of day to day life with is a blessing. Though he does not go out on a limb to impress or convince anyone that he is anything other than himself, he is a generally likeable guy. He isn’t afraid to be honest, for dishonesty when at any moment your brain could be devoured seems rather ridiculous. He is the type that will throw himself wholeheartedly into any task he is given (though expect a few spirited complaints or sarcastic remarks) and is all about being a team player.
Some may deem him as a big kid, a label that does not offend him, but one would be unwise to believe he possesses the mind of a child. When Nate finally accepts that he needs to take a situation seriously those who are around him can see how he would have made a fine cop had he the chance to graduate from boot. It is in these moments that he reveals his true maturity and intellect. Of course, he is no genius, but he is in ownership of a healthy brain. All signs of playfulness disappear and the raw core of the man he is capable of being is exposed. Though he does not enjoy this side of himself he can’t deny the value of it and may perhaps grow to adopt this persona more than that of his light hearted, childish one in the dark days to come.
☢ Nate often sports a hygienic amount of stubble on his chin and jawline because he believes himself to have too much of a baby face when clean shaven. Often times the only styling his hair receives is that of his fingers running rapidly through it in the mornings, but there are some days where he takes more pride in his appearance than others. His normal attire consists of jeans, desert military boots, and some kind of t-shirt, but he is also sometimes a fan of a flannel button up with an undershirt. Because he is not a fan of cold it is somewhat difficult to see his typical style because it is often hidden beneath a thick coat, some sort of cap, and gloves. (Canada is a bit cold in parts yes?) His eyes are a striking green hue, and whenever he speaks there are remnants of a German accent passed to him from relatives.
He is of a rather muscular physique, stands at approximately 6’3” and weighs in at 205 lbs. He is not so much bulky as he is toned.
First Entry: The sounds of a few prisoners settling in for the night, or the echo of voices bouncing from wall to wall combined with the tapping of boots on the grated floors were all that could be heard as Nate and his uncle performed the final light check of the evening. Having become accustomed to ignoring the so called ‘filth’ that his uncle guarded, Nate excitedly regaled the salt and pepper haired man beside him with tale after tale of police boot and all that he had experienced there. His uncle chuckled and grinned appropriately while shining his magna light into each cell to be sure of the prisoner’s whereabouts. “It sounds like you certainly made the most of your experience,” he paused in order to issue a rather violent sounding cough before going on, “though I am surprised they didn’t have your hide for all of the snide comments you made!”
With a sense of cocky pride Nate lifted his chin and was about to speak when they heard a strange, deeply unsettling sound coming from one of the cells up ahead. His uncle stuck his arm out in order to bar Nate’s path and silently instruct him to stay put. “Armighast? Stanley Armighast?” He awaited a response from the prisoner but was met only with the sound from earlier. “Dammit, did you choke on something again you idiot?” Placing his hand over the nightstick at his hip he shined his light into the troubled man’s cell just in time to see bloody foam issuing from his mouth, and a crazed look in his eyes. “Jesus Chr-“ He cut himself off as he fumbled for the key card. “Someone get the infirmary prepped!” Nate began to run forward just as the lights to the facility flicked off; the last thing he saw was his uncle swiping his keycard through the electric lock.
The prison erupted into animalistic screams, banging and panicked footfalls running in every direction. Nate’s stomach fell at the sound of the electric locks giving way and cell doors opening. Why wasn’t the backup power kicking on? An new wave of fear washed over him as he was nearly pushed off the second floor balcony as someone brushed quickly by him. “Abel?! Abel where are you?!” He called out to his uncle while clumsily grabbing for his flashlight.
Horror turned his blood to ice as he shined his light upon his uncle and Armighast who was contentedly chewing at his uncle’s neck. Blood formed a pool beneath both of them, but one was no longer human. His brain became fragmented as rational thought began to elude him. Gripping the night stick he had been given earlier he made to rush the monster but was halted when his uncle shook his head weakly. All of his training had prepared him for a situation in which he would have to save or take a life, but he was not ready for this. As the last of his uncle’s spark was drained from him, Nate frantically began to run. He needed to hide, he needed to…what was going on?
Finally he had a little time to reflect, and also attempt once more to recover from his injuries. Reaching for the worn journal beside his cot he grabbed a makeshift pen and began attempting to organize his thoughts into a coherent picture. If he died he at least wanted whoever found his journal to be able to gain a little bit of insight into his mind, if they cared enough to do so that was. At first he could think of nothing but to simply doodle, but eventually words began to come to him and he was able to write a small portion of his story.
The first day I was blown up in a rather ridiculous understanding between the Districts and the Harbingers. I guess they were more interested in demonstrating their force than actually helping to eradicate the infected. I don’t even know the name of the person who picked me up and forced me to leave the carnage behind, I wish I had taken the time to at least look at their face so I could properly thank them someday. If they survive…
It wasn’t long after that when I decided it would be a brilliant idea to join the others in a raid on Zone 1. There I was crushed ribs and all heading out into the eye of the damned storm. I had no weapon, and I could barely breathe but it would have been better to die out there than to rot away sitting here writing in a journal that may never be read. I swear, when I saw that mob coming around the corner I thought I was going to die. They were full of predatory instinct and a thirst for blood, and I was leaning against a building gasping for air and wishing for the impossible. I could have laughed at myself if I wasn’t such a damned coward.
I still don’t know how I was able to beat them; I wasn’t able to use hardly any of my skills so I can only imagine it was pure luck or something like that. Anyway, I managed to survive that bought and move on to invading Staples in search of information and supplies. Turns out all I found were the remnants of one honest human being leaving behind money in attempt to make up for what they took, and dead bodies that will forever haunt my dreams. I even had a run in with another infected, but I wasn’t about to fight that thing after everything I had already been through.
Lastly I was sent to the radio tower in an effort to make contact with any survivors there may be outside of our districts. Sneaking around with cracked ribs was not easy, but guess the Academy trained me well enough to survive. Again, luck had me in the palm of her hand as I received a transmission about supplies being shipped and something about seven days. I honestly can’t make heads or tails of it, but maybe it is something important and can lead to an end to all of this. Or maybe I am just being ridiculous…
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Character's name: Nathaniel Wolfe aka Nate Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:{X} Character's survival stats: Vitals BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER He is of a rather muscular physique, stands at approximately 6’3” and weighs in at 205 lbs. He is not so much bulky as he is toned. His skin is pale and he sports a hygienic amount of stubble, his hair is short, light brown and styled by running his fingers quickly through it.
