Post by Zach Dorian on Aug 24, 2009 15:01:47 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: Josh, duh.
How many years roleplaying?: Oh gosh. Uh...four or five?
"Because I could not stop for Death --
He kindly stopped for me --"
He kindly stopped for me --"
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Character Name: Zach Dorian
PB: Zach Braff
Age: 23
Date of Birth: January 20th, 1986
Residence: Cheap apartment in the city before the accident. Now it's really wherever is safe.
Profession: Was a medical student, dabbled in psychology.
Appearance: Being of a decent height, about 6' even, and maintaining a decent physique, any human wouldn't necessarily go out of their way to mess with him. Especially because of his messy black hair, that totally added badass points. Clothes now were usually tattered and worn, but it's not like he didn't keep his scrubs from his old study.
Personality: Zach was never one to take things seriously, cracking jokes at rather bad times for a lot of his life. And he's also been described as what one may call a "goofball." Granted since the outbreak, that's changed a bit. But when everything is safe and he's with his friends, he's usually his old self. But if times call for it, Zach can do whatever is needed.
History: Born in Chicago to a con artist and his mother, Zach didn't exactly have it totally easy growing up. His father had severe anger problems, leading to numerous death threats aimed at Zach while he was still in the crib. His mother finally fled after Dad held a knife to his baby throat. And soon after that, he moved to Wisconsin with his mother.
And there he was fine, except for the occasional bouts of clinical depression, cynicism, and pessimism. Zach developed a mask for all of that, though, through his screwball personality and joke-cracking. And, in an even better attempt to improve the world, he decided to become a doctor, and moved to New York, attempting to start a new life. Well, after a while, the whole outbreak happened and, well...
Likes: Food, Ladies, Being Ridiculous, Ridiculous People
Dislikes: Being infected, killing close friends, buzzkills, brussel sprouts
Strengths: Medical knowledge, reading people, precision with pistols, oddly good hand-to-hand combat.
Weaknesses: Killing those close to him, big guns, coming up with/understanding technical aspects of things, planning, keeping his mouth shut (at times).
Parents: Kelli and Robert/Gerald/Richard (actual name unknown)
Siblings: None
Spouse: None
Children: None that he knows of.
Roleplay Sample: Well, the supplies were running low. Again. What a big surprise, huh? Daylight was already fading, though. Zach had lost track of what time of year it was. Late summer? Early fall? All he knew was that the days were getting shorter and it wasn't snowing yet. But, with Leah already out scavenging by herself, against Zach's wishes, Zach thought it might be a better idea to stay and hold down the fort. "Well, she is the leader...but still. Seriously Leah? Come on. Ugh."
All he had left for weapons was the 9mm pistol he jacked off of a policeman's corpse, one clip, and the hatchet he snagged from that service truck that was overturned in the street forever ago. Leah was a good leader, finding more stuff for the group. And hey, everyone was still alive. Zach seemed to get stuck back at the base a lot, though. Not a bad gig. Nothing ever happened, though. Gave him some time to reflect, dance, even nap. Life was in shambles, sure, but it was fine.
