Post by Robert Wittmann on Oct 11, 2012 18:31:13 GMT -5
Character Name: Robert Wittmann
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Birthplace: Pittsburgh PA
Physical Appearance (Photo or description):
Likes: Hamburgers, Hockey, Beer, Whiskey, useful survival gear, and any place free of zombies.
Dislikes: Zombies, The Mon, survivors taking advantage of other survivors, resource wasters.
Strengths: Resourceful, can fix just about anything, fast on his feet, quick to act.
Weaknesses: Impulsiveness, will risk it all for another survivor, short sighted, lets guard down too easily, untrusting of large groups of survivors, difficulty handling his life being incessantly rearranged.
Weapon Of Choice (Within reason): Carries a small 3lb sledge and some other tools on a tool belt for gaining access to buildings. Depends more on shoe leather than weaponry.
Personality: Friendly unless given reason to be otherwise. Really tries to do the right thing, but tends to fumble the results a bit. Always ready with a bad pun or other lame joke to keep spirits up if not others than for himself. Will wind up more often than not sticking his foot in his mouth.
History: Grew up in quaint surburbia, Robert is a man of action over talk, and not one to take anything too seriously. Even the zombie apocalypse. We're all going to turn into one of them soon anyway, right?
He studied at various trade schools learning how to do a variety of blue collar jobs which landed him doing various jobs as a handyman. He would do various jobs around suburbia, be it small plumbing fixes, running electrical wires, fixing the siding on a house, that kind of thing.
He thought he had his big break when he got a fairly cushy job as a maintenance man in a building on the North Shore. The work was easy, the hours occasionally stunk, but the pay was good. He was able to get a house in West End cheaply and he was starting to get what he considered to be a life together. Some bizarre news on the television put an end to that.
Zombies do kind of do that.
Having the keys to a substantial building that has plenty of equipment at his disposal, he went there and set up shop. The offices had a variety of perishable and non-perishable food items from the previous occupants, along with plenty of office staples. That which could be kept long were stashed in the top (5th level) office, where he had a nice view of the city, and with the bottom floor doors to the stairs locked, reasonable insulation from wandering masses should they break in.
Location At Time Of Outbreak: Pittsburgh PA
Sample post:
Taking one last look down the road both ways, it seemed it was safe... at least, no new friends were shambling towards him. Fingering the hammer on his tool belt and readying it, he gave the door a solid whack.
Thud. Crunch. The wood behind the door lock split, popping the door slightly. He gave it a push.
Yes! This is going to be a piece of...
As the door swung open, he was greeted with a powerful odor that almost had him double over. His gag reflex was quickly overpowered by a rush of fear.
The previous tenants were still home, and not of the living variety. They quickly turned and shambled towards the source of the racket from moments ago. He never could get over peering into those lifeless eyes...
Alright, not so good idea! Should have picked door number 2!
Without waiting to see how large an audience he gathered, he ran down some back streets that were clear when he ran through them earlier. He hoped they were still that way...
RPed before? Yes
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Birthplace: Pittsburgh PA
Physical Appearance (Photo or description):
Likes: Hamburgers, Hockey, Beer, Whiskey, useful survival gear, and any place free of zombies.
Dislikes: Zombies, The Mon, survivors taking advantage of other survivors, resource wasters.
Strengths: Resourceful, can fix just about anything, fast on his feet, quick to act.
Weaknesses: Impulsiveness, will risk it all for another survivor, short sighted, lets guard down too easily, untrusting of large groups of survivors, difficulty handling his life being incessantly rearranged.
Weapon Of Choice (Within reason): Carries a small 3lb sledge and some other tools on a tool belt for gaining access to buildings. Depends more on shoe leather than weaponry.
Personality: Friendly unless given reason to be otherwise. Really tries to do the right thing, but tends to fumble the results a bit. Always ready with a bad pun or other lame joke to keep spirits up if not others than for himself. Will wind up more often than not sticking his foot in his mouth.
History: Grew up in quaint surburbia, Robert is a man of action over talk, and not one to take anything too seriously. Even the zombie apocalypse. We're all going to turn into one of them soon anyway, right?
He studied at various trade schools learning how to do a variety of blue collar jobs which landed him doing various jobs as a handyman. He would do various jobs around suburbia, be it small plumbing fixes, running electrical wires, fixing the siding on a house, that kind of thing.
He thought he had his big break when he got a fairly cushy job as a maintenance man in a building on the North Shore. The work was easy, the hours occasionally stunk, but the pay was good. He was able to get a house in West End cheaply and he was starting to get what he considered to be a life together. Some bizarre news on the television put an end to that.
Zombies do kind of do that.
Having the keys to a substantial building that has plenty of equipment at his disposal, he went there and set up shop. The offices had a variety of perishable and non-perishable food items from the previous occupants, along with plenty of office staples. That which could be kept long were stashed in the top (5th level) office, where he had a nice view of the city, and with the bottom floor doors to the stairs locked, reasonable insulation from wandering masses should they break in.
Location At Time Of Outbreak: Pittsburgh PA
Sample post:
Taking one last look down the road both ways, it seemed it was safe... at least, no new friends were shambling towards him. Fingering the hammer on his tool belt and readying it, he gave the door a solid whack.
Thud. Crunch. The wood behind the door lock split, popping the door slightly. He gave it a push.
Yes! This is going to be a piece of...
As the door swung open, he was greeted with a powerful odor that almost had him double over. His gag reflex was quickly overpowered by a rush of fear.
The previous tenants were still home, and not of the living variety. They quickly turned and shambled towards the source of the racket from moments ago. He never could get over peering into those lifeless eyes...
Alright, not so good idea! Should have picked door number 2!
Without waiting to see how large an audience he gathered, he ran down some back streets that were clear when he ran through them earlier. He hoped they were still that way...
RPed before? Yes
