Post by Andy Walsh on Aug 24, 2009 16:43:24 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: Andy
How many years roleplaying?: Almost a year, 10 - 12 months I think
"Because I could not stop for Death --
He kindly stopped for me --"
He kindly stopped for me --"
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Character Name: Andrew "Andy" Walsh
PB: Alex Evans
Age: 18
Date of Birth: 29th October 1990
Residence: Noooo yoorkk ciiiitttyyyy
Profession: Unemployed (mooching off of parents
)Appearance: Andrew's appearance is based on the style of scene and emo. He almost always wears black (excluding blue denim jeans) and the only other colour clothing he wears would be blue. His actual hair colour is light brown, on the borders of being blonde so ever since he was fourteen he has dyed his hair black every time any shade of brown has appeared in his hair. He has two lip piercings, one on either side of his bottom lip and he was thinking of getting a tongue piercing a few days before the beginning of the outbreak.
Personality: The first thing 99% of the population would think of when they first met Andrew is that he's an antisocial emo slob. And those people would be right! Andrew doesn't talk much, unless the person is his friend, because he's an incredibly shy boy although some people mistake this for rudeness.
If you got to know him, you would see his other side. Nice, romantic, caring and full of charisma. Although it is unlikely strangers would ever see this side of him as it's very hard for Andrew to stop thinking of you as a random stranger and get to know you as a friend.
History: Andrew Jake Walsh was born on October 29th, 1990 at a Californian hospital to two very loving parents, Ann and Gary Walsh, both ready to bring their new born son into the world. He wasn't a very bright child, he spent most of his days just lying on the floor crying. It wasn't until he was around one and a half years old that he actually started to crawl and walk respectively, a big surprise for his mother and father.
When he started school, he bought his stubborn nature along with him, and got pretty poor marks for most of his early school days. He was a bit of a loner back then, preferring to be alone and wander around by himself than hang around with a large group of kids. He was fairly well behaved in class, he was a very shy boy but sometimes teachers, and fellow students mistook this for him just being plain rude.
When Andrew was fifteen, his father Gary got a new, high paying job in New York. Andrew didn't care much however, he had few friends or familiar places to miss from his hometown and he figured that it would be the same in New York. He began at his new high school with low expectations, most likely another typical American school, full of wh*res, drug addicts and idiotic jocks. After his first few days, in his opinion, he was correct. Nevertheless, at the end of high school Andrew emerged with more qualifications than his parents had expected from him.
Unfortunately he didn't put them to any good use, since he left school he hadn't had a single job and had preferred to hang around his parents house, living off his parents money and sleeping in 'till 4pm. At the time of the outbreak, (or when he heard about it on T.V) Andrew was half asleep at his parents place.
Unknown to everyone except himself, Andrew has had a well thought out, detailed zombie outbreak survival plan since he was twelve. His childhood was spent watching zombie movies, and playing video games based around a zombie invasion and, although he thought it was a stupid idea, one day whilst he was extremely bored he created the plan. Pretty lucky he had done it really.
Likes: Heavy metal music, rock music, "emo" music, the colour black, sleeping, watching T.V, computers, most things technical
Dislikes: Rap/RNB/Pop music, bright coloured things, people who think the world revolves around them, two faced people etc.
Strengths: Loyal, good at talking his way out of situations, a fast runner, has a well thought out zombie outbreak plan!
Weaknesses: Girls (
), Fighting (he's not very strong), very shy, finds it hard to trust strangersParents: Ann Walsh, Mother and Gary Walsh, Father
Siblings: None
Spouse: None
Children: None
Anything Else? Nope
Roleplay Sample:
Taken from the Status : Outbreak RPG.
1 March 2011
0915hrs
The depths of downtown Crescent City
53F; Cloudy
He peered out again, they were still there. Standing around, socializing and cursing quite pleasantly. One took out a cigarette and lit it carefully inside a cupped hand, he was soon joined by his two friends. Dirty smokers...
Andy reached down towards his flimsy makeshift holster and felt around for his pistol. It was still there, the metal of the gun was cold to touch, probably due to his not using it at all for the last few days. He just couldn't bring himself to use it, for the last few days he had detoured around any hostile survivors, or zombies, or anything that looked remotely dangerous to him. It was sort of a good thing in it's own way anyway, only one clip of ammunition remained on his person and two bullets in his gun. Of course, he did have his tire iron, but he highly doubted that would be very useful against people like them.
He looked back at the three men, all three looking like the typical muscle man stereotype he had seen so much of in this wasteland. Two with buzzed..... looked like... brown hair, and the other with a scruffy jet black mop. They each wore fairly worn camouflage clothing, although the green, brown and black camouflage wasn't really helping them hide. One of the men carried some sort of assault rifle, Andy couldn't tell what it was though, his area of expertise certainly wasn't weapons. The other two wielded handguns similar to his, although they each had sights and various other useless stuff tacked on.
Suddenly, some sort of high pitched bestial scream echoed through the morning sky startling Andy, and from the looks of things, the three men as well. They bought their weapons up and formed into some sort of protection triangle in one swift movement, scanning the area for signs of the noise. After around twenty tense, silent seconds they cautiously lowered their weapons, and Andy began breathing again. One man shook his head and got back to talking with his friends.
First rule of the wasteland : Don't let your guard down
In an amazingly quick, blink-and-you'll-miss-it esque moment, some kind of zombie abomination dropped down out of a destroyed building's empty window frame from behind the trio of men, landing on one of them, one of the 'buzzed b*stards'. Before his friends could react the zombie threw his head down on the mans neck and began violently feasting on him. His screams were loud and high-pitched, no doubt attracting more curious zombies to the trio.
One of the men smashed the butt of his rifle into the zombies face with immense strength, it toppled off of the man onto the ground, it lay very still, most likely dead thought Andy. Almost immediately after, them man with the assault rifle aimed at the head of his friend and fired off two rounds into his skull, stopping his painful spasms, screams of agonizing pain and ending his life. Unfortunately for the two surviving men, a horde of zombies came charging along down the abandoned, debris ridden street towards them.
Andy swore under his breath and dived back into the depths of the alley he was hiding, hoping that the zombies hadn't spotted him as well. The men managed to fire off a total of three rounds before being overwhelmed by the horde. Their screams and roars of pain could be heard several blocks away as the zombies fought each other for their next meal. As Andy cowered inside the alley, shaking like someone had just electrocuted him, he remembered something.
The wasteland is a dangerous place...
