Post by Joel on Jul 20, 2013 9:16:51 GMT
Name: Joel
Alias: Joel
Age: 55
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Faction: Survivors
Role: Ellie's Guardian
Location: By the rush of water in the countryside of Wyoming
Physical Description:
Personality:
Likes: coffee, cool mornings & sunrises, fields, summer rain, fishing, hiking, dogs, sports, horses, the blues, fresh air, honey, the buzz of cicadas in summer evenings, swimming, sunbathing, naps, acoustic guitar, singing, whiskey & scotch, lemonade, quiet, the hushed breeze, peaches, open windows, wood carving, home cooked meals, grilling, barbeque, hands-on work, vinyl records, the smell of tobacco, camp fires, star gazing, driving on long roads, reading, privacy & solitude
Dislikes: video games, computers, ice, biting wind, the cold, late nights, fog, being submissive, large crowds, long lines, traffic, shopping malls, drama, loud music (or loud noises in general), parties, media, propaganda & politics, hangovers, being cramped inside
Strengths: durable, strong, quick-thinking, paternal, can make the 'tough' decisions
Weaknesses: cold, selfish, stubborn, aggressive, coarse
History and Background:
Arsenal: Hunting knife, hunting rifle, six-shot revolver, hand-to-hand combat
Equipment: Broken watch, family portrait, lighter, gas mask, favorite book, harmonica, guitar
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Player Name: Breefly
Age: 19
Roleplay Experience: I have been roleplaying for 6-7 years both on official boards and privately. I first dabbled in wolf roleplaying sites in my younger years, and was appointed admin at a site known as From the Ashes. I was also admin for some time on a site called Hell and a vampire site called Carpe Nocturne.
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Alias: Joel
Age: 55
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Faction: Survivors
Role: Ellie's Guardian
Location: By the rush of water in the countryside of Wyoming
Physical Description:
Sporting a large, hardy figure, Joel is not an unseasoned worker, even with the weight of age drawn across his shoulders. A wonderfully broad, sturdy thing, he is built with thick muscle and a body knowing toil and wear down into the core of his marrow. Despite the anxieties and wracking pressure of the years, age had suited the man well, the signs of it prominent, but not degrading when it comes to his dapper and masculine features. He is a fine thing to witness, a face crafted stern and most handsome, with low, focused brows hovering over the earthy glass of his sharp eyes ever so wrinkled with exhaustion and sleepless nights. Beneath those tired lines rests a strong nose and a firm, inexpressive frown framed with a halo of peppered scruff. His hair is lined with an experienced silver that laces ever so strongly that the last hues of chestnut fail to hold. His stare is unforgiving and cold, silent but penetrating, his head held straight over a mass of broad, solid shoulders and thick chest. He stands at the pinnacle of wisdom, strength and durability, intimidating in his both his physical stature and spirit of prowess.
Personality:
Alignment: True NeutralI WILL LET YOU DOWN // I WILL MAKE YOU HURT
I HURT MYSELF TODAY ; TO SEE IF I STILL FEEL ; I FOCUS ON THE PAIN ; THE ONLY THING THAT'S REAL
coarse. brutal. rough. defensive. paternal. distant. solitary. durable. vigorous. selfish. dry. masculine. bitter. loyal. rugged. persistent. realistic. logical. scarred. mysterious. protective.
If one watches him in silence one will see how becoming he is to peace. He is a man that has always been too fond of it. Even after dragging through the long, afflicted road of his years, when settled by himself there is a comfortable quiet about him. Perhaps there have been times when a person or few noted sourly that he did not speak much and certainly not at length, but what they see as the most unappealing pieces of him are truly the most quaint. It is the silent people that take the most patience. But people are no longer patient in this world anymore. Chaos runs in people's veins and people's hearts. There is no time for the brutally inexpressive. They are discarded and mainly turned into the grimly unwanted. He appreciates peace, but when such sweet silence is forced into seclusion it becomes the most bitter loneliness—where one grows bitter, one grows cruel.
A man of few words, he a man more of action than explanation. By no means a florid poet, he settles for the simple and the realistic. Though it may simply be a matter of preference, he does not see reason in elaborating or embellishing the world. Though he recognizes that one can romanticize reality, or adorn it with the pretty and verbose, he sees such a thing as a raw deception to others and especially oneself. He has no interest in lying to himself about how the world is. If words are difficult to come across—whether from a pain that pricks the heart or lack of knowledge and twisted tongue—then it is better to keep silent and move, because the world will not wait for people who fumble over their own thoughts, functions, and wishes. He has learned this well and quickly. He does not make room for dreams because reality is too pressing a thing to be put aside—and though, perhaps, it relieves the soul when ignored for a time, it will always return with its dooming hours, and more often than not with a merciless streak. Relieving his soul is a thing unknown to him now. The wrath of nature and the coming of looming death does not patiently observe when one tries to cure themselves of their ailments. Knowing this, he takes the burdens he has with as much stride that is still within him. Perhaps he holds the belief that rest only comes when one is in their grave.
His lack of elaboration does not lead to a lack of wisdom. His wisdom is a wisdom unshared— and one, quite frankly, that he does not like being questioned. Though he keeps his knowledge private, the scrutiny of others leaves him caustic and defensive—it is not so much that needs the approval of others, only that their distrust in his abilities and his actions leave him particularly disturbed. Perhaps it may stem from a stroke of ego and stubbornness, (which may prove common for the burdened man) but with the mass of his endeavors and work, it obvious that he will not accept the clear doubt and disapproval of those close to him. When choosing to act, he is committed and it is finished—whether it be morally sound or no, he cannot afford to analyze what he does, and he does not need others doing it for him.
When not close to an individual, he is cold and a man of strict business. He prefers a distance between the people he knows, and comes off particularly coarse and even somewhat crass. Within him lies a tendency for dry sarcasm and in all he is never so inviting. Such a demeanor grows from the hard knowledge the people inevitably leave, and becoming friendly towards those who will be forever gone is not seen as a needed past time in his eyes. He gets done what is needed without such cordial invitations.
Likes: coffee, cool mornings & sunrises, fields, summer rain, fishing, hiking, dogs, sports, horses, the blues, fresh air, honey, the buzz of cicadas in summer evenings, swimming, sunbathing, naps, acoustic guitar, singing, whiskey & scotch, lemonade, quiet, the hushed breeze, peaches, open windows, wood carving, home cooked meals, grilling, barbeque, hands-on work, vinyl records, the smell of tobacco, camp fires, star gazing, driving on long roads, reading, privacy & solitude
Dislikes: video games, computers, ice, biting wind, the cold, late nights, fog, being submissive, large crowds, long lines, traffic, shopping malls, drama, loud music (or loud noises in general), parties, media, propaganda & politics, hangovers, being cramped inside
Strengths: durable, strong, quick-thinking, paternal, can make the 'tough' decisions
Weaknesses: cold, selfish, stubborn, aggressive, coarse
History and Background:
Not much is known about Joel prior to the events of the cordyceps plague. Joel grew up in Texas with his brother Tommy. When he was younger, Joel married an unnamed woman and they had a daughter named Sarah when he was still in his teens and because of this never had to the chance to attend college. Joel and Sarah lived by themselves in central Texas where Joel worked in construction, possibly as a carpenter due to the reasonable demand for carpenters in Texas.
Promptly after the evacuation from their home with Joel's brother Tommy, Sarah was executed at gunpoint by a soldier. Twenty years after the initial outbreak had wiped out millions of people across the United States, Joel operated as a smuggler of drugs and weapons through the quarantine zone in Boston. Initially Joel looked after Tommy in Boston but their differing perspectives led Tommy to join the Fireflies under Marlene's promises of hope. Tommy eventually became disenchanted with both the Fireflies and Joel due to activities that would give him nightmares during those years. Tommy eventually left Boston after a heated disagreement with his brother.
At some point in this time Joel became acquainted with Tess, who maintains the Boston branch of the underground market and specializes in contraband, working as Joel's partner.
The pair confronted and killed another local dealer Robert after the latter sent two men to kill Tess. However Robert sold their guns to the Fireflies and the two are tasked with the job of transporting a fourteen year old girl named Ellie to the Fireflies' Capitol Building and in exchange, receive a wealth of weapons; compliments of Marlene, leader of the Fireflies, who had purchased firearms which had been stolen from the duo. Joel is reluctant to smuggle Ellie, but eventually follows Tess on the journey.
After Tess sacrifices herself after finding out she had become infected, the two set out on a journey across the U.S, all the way to Salt Lake City. However, after discovering the procedure used to extract Ellie's immunity would result in her death, Joel went on a killing spree at the firefly base, eventually rescuing Ellie and killing Marlene.
The duo returned back to Tommy's Dam after the fiasco where Joel led Ellie to believe they had found others with the immunity, much to her suspicion. There they have lived for the past 5 years, helping protect and rebuild a proper fortress around the power plant.
Joel has been described as a violent thug, a brutal killer, and a torturer. During the aftermath of the epidemic that struck the country, he has resorted to working in black-market dealings and smuggling items or people of interest through quarantine zones or other designated areas. Because of this, he has accumulated valuable knowledge in regards to surviving the post-apocalyptic environment and is a ruthless killer when presented with enemies. He has also revealed to Ellie that he has "been on both sides" in response to having known about a third-party ambush, and this dark past likely contributed to his experience as a hardened survivalist. However, Joel was not always like this. He was a hard working single-father who loved his family dearly, especially his daughter, Sarah but his personality changed, after her death during the epidemic; which is one of the major reasons that caused him to be what he is now. Despite having a rocky relationship with Ellie at first, Joel grew to trust her and finds her reliable at most times such as Ellie spotting for Joel or providing support. As time passes, Joel establishes a father-daughter relationship with Ellie, reminding him of his beloved daughter, Sarah. Whether being selfish, or not wanting to lose another 'daughter' to the whim of another again, he chose to save Ellie and try and start some semblance of a normal life again.
Joel knows what the world looked like before it was devastated. Over time, he has begun to become less bound by morality and more driven by doing whatever is necessary to survive.
Arsenal: Hunting knife, hunting rifle, six-shot revolver, hand-to-hand combat
Equipment: Broken watch, family portrait, lighter, gas mask, favorite book, harmonica, guitar
Roleplay Example:
It was like water in his mouth. His own breath was thick with the perspiration of a terrorizing dream. It was as if he could feel a scream perched on the tip of his chin. It waited there with an agony rich in the pits of his chest, but he only raggedly expired his anxieties. There was nothing but the whispers of air over his lips and the soft dew of sweat on his brow. He despised the dark corners of his mind that liked so much to hide until nightfall. They did not like to grant him rest; rest, such a foreign to him now that he questioned whether or not it ever existed. Stirring, a weary groan lifted from his breast that hurt with the dancing of his nightmares. Quietly, he dragged a calloused hand over the tired contours of his face, feeling the lines of his eyes and depressed mouth that still frowned with the residue of a bitter taste. Ever so slowly, he opened eyes still sore from a violent sleep, feeling the early pastel light pool over his skin and old flannel shirt. Only briefly, he fell confused, unsure of his position, unsure of himself. As he felt his fingers over his heart that scarcely, thrummed, a dear voice suddenly thrust him back into reality. "Another bad one?" she questioned.Inhaling with exhaustion, he wiped his face once more as if he desired to wash himself of something that soiled his features. "Yeah..." he murmured with the gruff edges of slumber, "...Somethin' like that." "Want to talk about it?" He was silent at this. He passed her a stern look, steely with the fringe of annoyance, and even a hint of defense—she should know where to step and where the boundaries lie. "Don't you have somethin' you should be doing?" "What should I possibly be doing right now?" This he did not answer immediately, and instead took the time to sit up on the ragged bed, feeling the covers slip away from his body and his bones moan with the slow movements. "Joel?" "What?" "You didn't answer my question."
"I don't know, Ellie. I'm sure you could find something to do. I was trying to sleep." "That's not the question I....hey, I let you sleep, didn't I? It's not like I woke you up or anything." "Ellie, I really don't want to talk about this right now." He passed a glance at her that spoke of irritation, but any fire that gathered there soon dissipated as he concentrated his gaze upon her—such harshness seemed to melt within her expecting soft jade look. Sighing once again, he looked towards her with a thin, drained smile and motioned gently for her to come close, "Come here, babygirl." he prompted, enveloping her shoulders with the warm embrace of his arm—this she took to easily, and came close with a character grin. "You're never going to tell me about your nightmares, huh?" A eased smile spread over the colorless pink of his lips, his hazel sweet with an affection that bloomed for her presence and spirit. Bringing his mouth to the dark auburn of her hair, he whispered across her tresses with tender words that still moved with his classic southern drawl. "I got enough good things in my life that I don't need to talk about that." Quietly, he kissed her.
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Player Name: Breefly
Age: 19
Roleplay Experience: I have been roleplaying for 6-7 years both on official boards and privately. I first dabbled in wolf roleplaying sites in my younger years, and was appointed admin at a site known as From the Ashes. I was also admin for some time on a site called Hell and a vampire site called Carpe Nocturne.
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