Post by Michael John Pike on Aug 24, 2009 3:23:12 GMT -5
"It was a virus. An infection. You didn't need a doctor to tell you that. It was the blood. It was something in the blood. By the time they tried to evacuate the cities it was already too late. Army blockades were overrun. And that's when the exodus started. Before the TV and radio stopped broadcasting there were reports of infection in Paris and New York. We didn't hear anything more after that.’"
'28 Days Later'
'28 Days Later'
Your Name: Howl
How many years roleplaying?: Going on 8 I recall.
"Because I could not stop for Death --
He kindly stopped for me --"
He kindly stopped for me --"
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Character Name: Michael John Pike
PB: David Wenham
Age: 44
Date of Birth: October 30
Residence: Long Island
Profession: Police Officer
Appearance: He stands at 6'1" and has a very firm build with wide shoulders and a strong face. His eyes are a dull blue, having lost all color and life within the pupil of his eye. He is usually wearing either a shirt with a tattered leather jacket, leather gloves, and dirty jeans. He has strawberry blonde hair that is cut short along his head, a few strand dangling across his face in a slant naturally.
Personality: He is blood-driven, depressed, and thrives on the survival and well-being of others. Feeling as if somehow the death of his family was his fault, as well as the Infected that thrive New York, he is driven to save lives. However, from his hostility to the Raged, he can sometimes grow vicious to those he tries so hard to save, most especially with his mind set that he seems to get nothing in return for helping people. Asking the impossible, he just wishes for his beautiful family again, and when does not receive, he turns to alcohol to solves his tormenting problems. With a suicidal drive, he only lives to save, but sometimes he asks himself, how long with that reasoning last?
He is a family man and has a very soft spot for children. He is loyal and protective of those who need help and has been known to venture from his nest to search the realm of the infected for survivors. Of course, most attempts are a failure. So, he spends his time along, listening to the soft tunes of Nat King Cole, sad and depressed in a worn old chair, weapons and guns decorating his "fortress" (a home in his neighborhood that survived the flames), drinking and smoking away what problems that haunt him.
History: Michael Pike was born October 30 from Shawn and JaNelle Pike, in Long Island and grew up as a well-earned and properly grown child. He played the piano until high school and became a famous quarter back for his high school team and earned a college scholarship from his sport occupation. He met his gorgeous wife, Vesper as a fellow classmate in college and they married a year in their relationship. Michael continued to play football for college, while earning a degree in economics. However, a tragic accident after partying during the first game of a season caused a tear in the cartilage in both knees, making it impossible for him to continue sports. Michael was 24, Vesper was 20. Not long after, he had to drop out of college when Vesper became pregnant with their first child, Jacob.
Michael, to earn a living, joined the force as a police officer. Vesper became an accountant and later in their lives, their were blessed with twins, Diana and LeAnn, Michael at age 34, Vesper at 30. Jacob moved on to become a lawyer and was accepted at Harvard University at the top 5 of his high school class. Diana became a talented pianist, just as her father. LeAnn was very interested in animals (having two dogs and three guinea pigs) and wanted to become a vet.
When the infection first came, Michael was unknowing to the terror that would spread throughout New York. When the news told of "Rage" hitting Long Island, he was at work and rushed home as quickly as he could. However, he returned to a burning neighborhood and his dear wife is murdering his dear children. He watches the flames ingulf his wife, killing her in an instance. He is left alone, and now stays within that vicinity of his home. Built a fortress within himself and all that is left from his home, he lives to kill the infected, and has partially lost himself in the bloodshed...
Likes:
Saving the people he can
Killing infected
Practicing his aim
Listening to Nat King Cole (Vesper's favorite musical artist)
Smoking
Dislikes:
Fire
Infected
Very possessive of leadership
Needles
Dogs (has been scarred since his very first run-in with an infected canine)
People who think that they know him and his troubles
Strengths:
Skill with firearms (any)
Protective and loyal
Can have pretty good leadership skills
Survival skills
Weaknesses:
Is very sacrificial and/or suicidal
Fire
Has reoccurring nightmares
Very paranoid of those around him sometimes, maybe trying to mutiny from his plan.
Isn't very physically fast, since his old knees have grown weaker
When depressed, turns to alcohol to please him (can be very violent).
Doesn't take to pain very well
Children
Parents: Shawn & JaNelle Pike (Living in France; Unknown Whereabouts)
Siblings: None
Spouse: Vesper Pike (40; Deceased); Single, Widower
Children: Jacob (20; Deceased), Diana & LeeAnn (10; Deceased)
Anything Else? He is slowly contracting an eye disease called Nyctalopia, a condition that will make seeing in the dark abnormally difficult or impossible.
Roleplay Sample:
No more resorting to grave digging? All the dead bodies I want, everywhere and up for grabs! His gray eyes released the lightest twinkle of excitment, but those deep dark irises still pulsated with villainy and without mercy. "You really know what I search for sir, or Deathstroke." Then, with happy blasted energy, his hand smashed in utter glee into the tombstone behind him, and his body lurched forward and onto its feet. The stone behind him exploded into millions of rock formations on the ground. Allenhart gazed at the mess playfully, only to chuckle coniviningly.
"You have swallowed my interest in a matter of moments." He sauntered slowly toward this masked villain, his those gray dark eyes scanned his body form. "That's a well-built body you have there. However, I wonder what rests inside." He extended the boundary within seconds and curled his boney fingers underneath Deathstroke's chin, feeling the air around his face.
Maybe we should just kill him and take his body. He would be of a worthy price. Jonas growled with a evil demeanor.
Yeah... this Deathstroke guy looks too good to let go so easily. Alex whispered evilly.
Allenhart's eyes for a moment became lost in his own obbession, as the others whispered sweet nothings into his soul. His mind raced and all be wanted was flesh, to rip apart, to discover the insides which made man tick. "Y-yes... maybe I... I-" He slapped his hands onto his head and rolled his body around, crashing into a nearby tombstone, his hard body blasting through it like a tank, however a headache resided in Doc's mind.
"Absolutely not your idiots!" Hart screamed furiously.
Come on!
"No means no Jonas." Hart snarled.
Listen to him. Kai, the usually silent side boomed his voice viciously to the others.
Silence.
"Thank you Kai." Allenhart whispered, raising his body from his knees and wiping his hand through hair, showing he had regained composure. He turned to Deathstroke, seeing if he was still there. "I apologize. My Cardionmacy has its flaws. The spirit of the one who resided first in the body lives with the new soul that inhabiats it. To have multiple spirits, put in multiple pieces of a heart. Its very complicated, even for me. The process itself is more simple to understand visually. In the good 'ol days I could explain it to you, but my mind has become more weak, and control of this body and mind can vary, but I asure you, they all will serve you." Allenhart finished.
"I know my science will come in handy if you are to die. Just as long as your heart, or a piece retains, I can give you a new body." Double Hart explained. "As well as your other men, if need nesscary." He paused. "Again, I belong in a lab, not the battlefield. I can also try to fomulate any secret weapons you have in mind. I learn quickly, especially with multiple different minds, so don't worry."
"You have swallowed my interest in a matter of moments." He sauntered slowly toward this masked villain, his those gray dark eyes scanned his body form. "That's a well-built body you have there. However, I wonder what rests inside." He extended the boundary within seconds and curled his boney fingers underneath Deathstroke's chin, feeling the air around his face.
Maybe we should just kill him and take his body. He would be of a worthy price. Jonas growled with a evil demeanor.
Yeah... this Deathstroke guy looks too good to let go so easily. Alex whispered evilly.
Allenhart's eyes for a moment became lost in his own obbession, as the others whispered sweet nothings into his soul. His mind raced and all be wanted was flesh, to rip apart, to discover the insides which made man tick. "Y-yes... maybe I... I-" He slapped his hands onto his head and rolled his body around, crashing into a nearby tombstone, his hard body blasting through it like a tank, however a headache resided in Doc's mind.
"Absolutely not your idiots!" Hart screamed furiously.
Come on!
"No means no Jonas." Hart snarled.
Listen to him. Kai, the usually silent side boomed his voice viciously to the others.
Silence.
"Thank you Kai." Allenhart whispered, raising his body from his knees and wiping his hand through hair, showing he had regained composure. He turned to Deathstroke, seeing if he was still there. "I apologize. My Cardionmacy has its flaws. The spirit of the one who resided first in the body lives with the new soul that inhabiats it. To have multiple spirits, put in multiple pieces of a heart. Its very complicated, even for me. The process itself is more simple to understand visually. In the good 'ol days I could explain it to you, but my mind has become more weak, and control of this body and mind can vary, but I asure you, they all will serve you." Allenhart finished.
"I know my science will come in handy if you are to die. Just as long as your heart, or a piece retains, I can give you a new body." Double Hart explained. "As well as your other men, if need nesscary." He paused. "Again, I belong in a lab, not the battlefield. I can also try to fomulate any secret weapons you have in mind. I learn quickly, especially with multiple different minds, so don't worry."
