Post by alex on Aug 23, 2013 6:26:32 GMT
Name:
Alex Star
Alias:
Blondie
Age:
21
Gender:
Male
Sexual Orientation:
Straight
Faction:
Past-Hunter
Present-Survivor
Future-?
Role:
Drug Dealer/Up for Hire.
Location:
Jackson County
Physical Description:
Alex has the build of a well fit Adult, similar to that of a quarterback. He has scars over his the center of his face, and along the left side of his upper body. He is about 6,1 in height, which people tend to be in awe about. He has a dark shade of blonde hair and his eyes are a bright brown color.
Personality:
Alex is very rude and judgement the first time someone meets him. He does it out of habit being that he doesn't have anyone that he could trust anymore. He also has Sadistic nature when it comes to people that get in his way, a little pain never hurt him but he finds it enjoyable to see other suffer. When people get on his good side, he is a very charming and calm individual that can change if given a chance and a bond is formed.
Alignment:
Natural Evil
Likes:
Sweets
Singing
Women
Making Business.
Dislikes:
People who judge him to quickly.
People who don't pay for his services.
Police.
Whiny people.
Strengths:
Lone Wolf complex- Ever since his father was killed, he was alone from that point on. It was survival of the fittest after all, allowing him to grow stronger then most of the people he had to compete with for food. Combat, tracking, traveling, and any other act he would like to preform alone being that he can't trust anyone.
Knowledge of Hunter groups- Growing up in a hunter group, gave him the insight on anything that involved there work. From traps, to camp area's where they would be hiding, and spots that are good for hunting game....plus other survivors.
Lying through his Teeth- Being a Drug dealer ( Trader ), he tends to have a great charisma when talking to people. He can even to go as far as lie to someone in there face without any sort of sign of lying. A true snake in the grass for everyone.
Weaknesses:
Trust- Like many he can't be trusted, but the same goes for the others. Unless he knew them since birth....even then it would be a hard sell for him.
Aggressive- When things don't go his way, he tends to bad mouth and even fight for the wrong reason.
Stubborn- He likes to fight with people, just to prove them wrong, even if they were right.
History and Background:
Alex Star was born 21 one years ago, about 4 years after the first infection. It was known to be a dangerous time for all, even he didn't know what was going on. Lucky for him that his family had survived and left into Salt lake city for protection. Living there, getting a eduction, and trying to live a semi-normal life. Even that wasn't allowed for him, one day when he had turned 13 his mother had ventured off into the city, only to come back bitten from an infected women. I had tried to help her, but his father had tried to hide her. Yet, like all the others, she was starting to turn into one of them. The militia had broken into our house, seeing that his mother was infected. They had shot her without remorse in front of his eyes before turning to him. It wasn't until then that his father had shot both the Militia members down, leaving us with the brand of to be executed on sight.
The father had grabbed there guns and took Alex by the hand. Leaving the building, they had nowhere else to go until the final card had to be played. They had to escape into the world, which they did by using what the smugglers had called a tunnel. Leading us to the unsafe area that held the things that had killed his mother. They never stopped running, getting far away from the city as possible before they had to settle down. Luck didn't see it that way, as we were ambushed by a group of men. Knocking out him and his father, and dragging them to there camp. When they had come two, his father was speaking to the leader of the group. Saying that it was in there best interest to join them or die. We had chosen to join them, for two reasons. One to live, and the other was that they had no where else to go.
Alex became the youngest member of the hunter group, being that he was always called to watch them at work. Killing, taking, training, hunting and even when they had captured women. Watching them as they had there way with them, the screams, the pleading and then the silence after they shot her. The child had grown up with these type of conditions, before long they had him do the deeds himself. It was either to do them or to die for being weak. He was taught about drugs creation, how to make it out of simple materials and medicine. People needed to get away from there problems even more in this screwed up world, so it was a good business. When he had turned 18 within the group, he was working with his father on scouting traveling group of survivors. It was there mission to take there stuff, they needed no slip ups and they were off to do the deed. They had approached the group, only find out that it was a trap placed by them. Members of there group had appeared out from the trees with automated weapons, then ensued the gun fight between us and there group.
It wasn't much time before they had out flanked us, we had taken down two of there men but then my father had fell from many rounds to the chest. Alex had rushed over to his father to see if he were still alive, but give the other ones the chance to knock him out with a club to the head. It wasn't long before Alex had saw them looking at him, trying to get away but his arms were bound by rope. Slowly they had started to punch him, beat him, and torture him until they decided to leave camp. Yet on that last day, they had heated a knife on the fire, giving it a red glow. Slowing they had started to cut at Alex, first his face, then his upper throat and down his left chest. Screaming in pain the entire time before they had left the knife on the floor and took there leave of the dead body, thinking that he would die.
They had forgotten that the heat from the knife had closed his wounds, if they expected him to die from blood loss. Giving him a chance to live for abit longer. He took the chance to grab the knife with his leg, and cut his arms free somehow. After he had escaped the binds, he had saw his father dead body still on the floor and made him a proper burial, before he headed back to the group. Yet, when they had reached the camp it was gone, they had left him all alone but maybe they had intended this from the beginning. Alex had decided from there, he could not trust anyone at this moment in time. So he had decided to survive on his own within the wilderness for the next three years, even trading with a settlement of survivors for his meat for supplies but he also deals along with walls with his drugs. Even so, his past has come to haunt him as another hunter group has come back into the area......what would he do about it?
Arsenal:
Hidden Blades- A Steel Gauntlet hidden under his long sleeve shirts, they can be used to deflect sharp or block blunt objects that try to harm him. They have a expendable blade that surprises the opponent or just handy to keep around for battle. He had created them from some help of a metal head from the Settlement. Also puts alot more power behind his punches.
(2) Python Revolvers- One was his father's and the other was his. He can duel wield these two weapons quite well, it was the only thing that is a memory of his last father. They hold up to six shots each, so twelve total. He also can spin them like a cowboy after years of playing around, so they are a crowd pleaser. Currently has 24 bullets, counting the ones in his guns.
Equipment:
Leather Body Armor, Trench coat, shirt, baggy pants, Skinning knife, Water bottles, Bear Traps, Wires, Rope, and Backpack
Roleplay Example:
Darkness was Alex's only friend at this time of day, he had came out of his tent at the sound of twig's snapping in the forest. It had put him on edge, it wasn't much for him because it could be a animal. Yet, one can never be too careful with Hunters and those monsters out there. It didn't take long for him to find the source of the problem. It was just a deer that strayed close to the camp, a sigh of relief had went through his mind before something else had appeared from behind the deer. A loud shrieking sound had been let out, as the monster had ran for him
Alex had dashed back to his tent, hoping that one of his traps would caught him. Yet, it was a no go and he was coming closer to the camp now. Grabbing the first thing that was laying around, I waited for it to appear and knowing it's usual style. It came straight at me, and that was what I had wanted it to do and threw a bottle at it's face. Causing it to be stunned for a moment, while I had reached him with my fist. Breaking it's jaw with the first hit, then kicked it in the chest, with a upper cut to it's head. Watching it fall to the floor, I had no choice and bashed it's head with my leg, hearing the sound of it's neck snapping out of place.
He had stopped to look at it, it was just a man that was recently turned. It was no matter to him, he was just trying to survive. They weren't human anymore but did that mean that they shouldn't kill them?
"Nah, it was just too much fun beating the hell out of that Monster!. Yet now I have to move camp again, if only I could sleep in trees....if only " Alex had said with playful demeanor behind his words.
Alex had left back to camp and started to pack for the next safe zone. They were getting less and less safe now a days, but he didn't trust the settlement by that Dam. So he would need to move on with his life at some point, if only he could believe in someone but everyone that he knew was gone. It was just a lonely road for Alex, would it always be this way for him.
Extras:
Hope you enjoy the Bio!
Player Name:
Steven
Age:
17-19 that's all the hint you need xD
Roleplay Experience:
Two years
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Alex Star
Alias:
Blondie
Age:
21
Gender:
Male
Sexual Orientation:
Straight
Faction:
Past-Hunter
Present-Survivor
Future-?
Role:
Drug Dealer/Up for Hire.
Location:
Jackson County
Physical Description:
Alex has the build of a well fit Adult, similar to that of a quarterback. He has scars over his the center of his face, and along the left side of his upper body. He is about 6,1 in height, which people tend to be in awe about. He has a dark shade of blonde hair and his eyes are a bright brown color.
Personality:
Alex is very rude and judgement the first time someone meets him. He does it out of habit being that he doesn't have anyone that he could trust anymore. He also has Sadistic nature when it comes to people that get in his way, a little pain never hurt him but he finds it enjoyable to see other suffer. When people get on his good side, he is a very charming and calm individual that can change if given a chance and a bond is formed.
Alignment:
Natural Evil
Likes:
Sweets
Singing
Women
Making Business.
Dislikes:
People who judge him to quickly.
People who don't pay for his services.
Police.
Whiny people.
Strengths:
Lone Wolf complex- Ever since his father was killed, he was alone from that point on. It was survival of the fittest after all, allowing him to grow stronger then most of the people he had to compete with for food. Combat, tracking, traveling, and any other act he would like to preform alone being that he can't trust anyone.
Knowledge of Hunter groups- Growing up in a hunter group, gave him the insight on anything that involved there work. From traps, to camp area's where they would be hiding, and spots that are good for hunting game....plus other survivors.
Lying through his Teeth- Being a Drug dealer ( Trader ), he tends to have a great charisma when talking to people. He can even to go as far as lie to someone in there face without any sort of sign of lying. A true snake in the grass for everyone.
Weaknesses:
Trust- Like many he can't be trusted, but the same goes for the others. Unless he knew them since birth....even then it would be a hard sell for him.
Aggressive- When things don't go his way, he tends to bad mouth and even fight for the wrong reason.
Stubborn- He likes to fight with people, just to prove them wrong, even if they were right.
History and Background:
Alex Star was born 21 one years ago, about 4 years after the first infection. It was known to be a dangerous time for all, even he didn't know what was going on. Lucky for him that his family had survived and left into Salt lake city for protection. Living there, getting a eduction, and trying to live a semi-normal life. Even that wasn't allowed for him, one day when he had turned 13 his mother had ventured off into the city, only to come back bitten from an infected women. I had tried to help her, but his father had tried to hide her. Yet, like all the others, she was starting to turn into one of them. The militia had broken into our house, seeing that his mother was infected. They had shot her without remorse in front of his eyes before turning to him. It wasn't until then that his father had shot both the Militia members down, leaving us with the brand of to be executed on sight.
The father had grabbed there guns and took Alex by the hand. Leaving the building, they had nowhere else to go until the final card had to be played. They had to escape into the world, which they did by using what the smugglers had called a tunnel. Leading us to the unsafe area that held the things that had killed his mother. They never stopped running, getting far away from the city as possible before they had to settle down. Luck didn't see it that way, as we were ambushed by a group of men. Knocking out him and his father, and dragging them to there camp. When they had come two, his father was speaking to the leader of the group. Saying that it was in there best interest to join them or die. We had chosen to join them, for two reasons. One to live, and the other was that they had no where else to go.
Alex became the youngest member of the hunter group, being that he was always called to watch them at work. Killing, taking, training, hunting and even when they had captured women. Watching them as they had there way with them, the screams, the pleading and then the silence after they shot her. The child had grown up with these type of conditions, before long they had him do the deeds himself. It was either to do them or to die for being weak. He was taught about drugs creation, how to make it out of simple materials and medicine. People needed to get away from there problems even more in this screwed up world, so it was a good business. When he had turned 18 within the group, he was working with his father on scouting traveling group of survivors. It was there mission to take there stuff, they needed no slip ups and they were off to do the deed. They had approached the group, only find out that it was a trap placed by them. Members of there group had appeared out from the trees with automated weapons, then ensued the gun fight between us and there group.
It wasn't much time before they had out flanked us, we had taken down two of there men but then my father had fell from many rounds to the chest. Alex had rushed over to his father to see if he were still alive, but give the other ones the chance to knock him out with a club to the head. It wasn't long before Alex had saw them looking at him, trying to get away but his arms were bound by rope. Slowly they had started to punch him, beat him, and torture him until they decided to leave camp. Yet on that last day, they had heated a knife on the fire, giving it a red glow. Slowing they had started to cut at Alex, first his face, then his upper throat and down his left chest. Screaming in pain the entire time before they had left the knife on the floor and took there leave of the dead body, thinking that he would die.
They had forgotten that the heat from the knife had closed his wounds, if they expected him to die from blood loss. Giving him a chance to live for abit longer. He took the chance to grab the knife with his leg, and cut his arms free somehow. After he had escaped the binds, he had saw his father dead body still on the floor and made him a proper burial, before he headed back to the group. Yet, when they had reached the camp it was gone, they had left him all alone but maybe they had intended this from the beginning. Alex had decided from there, he could not trust anyone at this moment in time. So he had decided to survive on his own within the wilderness for the next three years, even trading with a settlement of survivors for his meat for supplies but he also deals along with walls with his drugs. Even so, his past has come to haunt him as another hunter group has come back into the area......what would he do about it?
Arsenal:
Hidden Blades- A Steel Gauntlet hidden under his long sleeve shirts, they can be used to deflect sharp or block blunt objects that try to harm him. They have a expendable blade that surprises the opponent or just handy to keep around for battle. He had created them from some help of a metal head from the Settlement. Also puts alot more power behind his punches.
(2) Python Revolvers- One was his father's and the other was his. He can duel wield these two weapons quite well, it was the only thing that is a memory of his last father. They hold up to six shots each, so twelve total. He also can spin them like a cowboy after years of playing around, so they are a crowd pleaser. Currently has 24 bullets, counting the ones in his guns.
Equipment:
Leather Body Armor, Trench coat, shirt, baggy pants, Skinning knife, Water bottles, Bear Traps, Wires, Rope, and Backpack
Roleplay Example:
Darkness was Alex's only friend at this time of day, he had came out of his tent at the sound of twig's snapping in the forest. It had put him on edge, it wasn't much for him because it could be a animal. Yet, one can never be too careful with Hunters and those monsters out there. It didn't take long for him to find the source of the problem. It was just a deer that strayed close to the camp, a sigh of relief had went through his mind before something else had appeared from behind the deer. A loud shrieking sound had been let out, as the monster had ran for him
Alex had dashed back to his tent, hoping that one of his traps would caught him. Yet, it was a no go and he was coming closer to the camp now. Grabbing the first thing that was laying around, I waited for it to appear and knowing it's usual style. It came straight at me, and that was what I had wanted it to do and threw a bottle at it's face. Causing it to be stunned for a moment, while I had reached him with my fist. Breaking it's jaw with the first hit, then kicked it in the chest, with a upper cut to it's head. Watching it fall to the floor, I had no choice and bashed it's head with my leg, hearing the sound of it's neck snapping out of place.
He had stopped to look at it, it was just a man that was recently turned. It was no matter to him, he was just trying to survive. They weren't human anymore but did that mean that they shouldn't kill them?
"Nah, it was just too much fun beating the hell out of that Monster!. Yet now I have to move camp again, if only I could sleep in trees....if only " Alex had said with playful demeanor behind his words.
Alex had left back to camp and started to pack for the next safe zone. They were getting less and less safe now a days, but he didn't trust the settlement by that Dam. So he would need to move on with his life at some point, if only he could believe in someone but everyone that he knew was gone. It was just a lonely road for Alex, would it always be this way for him.
Extras:
Hope you enjoy the Bio!
Player Name:
Steven
Age:
17-19 that's all the hint you need xD
Roleplay Experience:
Two years
How you found out our forum:
Intemoose!