[center][color=lightgreen][h3]Basic Information[/h3][/color][/center][color=linen] [center][img]https://images.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.clashmusic.com%2Fsites%2Fdefault%2Ffiles%2Fstyles%2Farticle_feature%2Fpublic%2Ffield%2Fimage%2FClash99_JackO%27Connell_2.jpg%3Fitok%3D-e2ieHYy&f=1[/img][/center] [color=palegreen][b]Name:[/b][/color] [indent] Thomas Croft [/indent] [color=palegreen][b]Age:[/b][/color] [indent] 24 [/indent] [color=palegreen][b]Nationality:[/b][/color] [indent] American [/indent] [color=palegreen][b]Ethnicity:[/b][/color] [indent] Caucasian [/indent] [color=palegreen][b]Sex:[/b][/color] [indent] Male [/indent] [color=palegreen][b]Height:[/b][/color] [indent] 5’8 [/indent] [color=palegreen][b]Weight:[/b][/color] [indent] Around 160lb [/indent] [color=palegreen][b]Eye Color:[/b][/color] [indent] Gray [/indent] [color=palegreen][b]Hair Color:[/b][/color] [indent] Light Brown [/indent] [color=palegreen][b]Physical Disabilities:[/b][/color][list] [*] N/A [/list] [color=palegreen][b]Physical Identifiers[/b][/color][list] [*] Thin scar runs vertically through right eyebrow [*] Long scar running horizontally across left forearm [/list] [color=palegreen][b]Appearance:[/b][/color] [indent] Thomas is a leanly muscled and wiry looking young man who often has an awkward smirk on his face. His gray eyes always seem to have a look of uncertainty in them, as if he’s unsure of what he’s doing or what he should say. The bags under his eyes also hint at his habitual lack of sleep. His nose is slightly crooked and squashed with thick nostrils. Anyone with an eye for such things could probably tell it has been broken on more than one occasion. Body wise Thomas has only one tattoo and only a few scars. One scar across his eyebrow, one nasty looking one on his abdomen and one long thin scar running horizontally across his left forearm. He has somewhat long and unkempt hair and typically sports a small beard and a mustache. Clothing wise he tends to wear somewhat baggy jeans and t-shirts and often dons hoodies, plain in color. Black, gray or white usually. Over whatever he’s wearing on his back he wears his patch, a leather vest with his biker clubs insignia on the back. The insignia shows a lone pregnant woman smoking on a Harley Davidson with a sign saying “Lake Erie” in the background. [/indent] [hider=Biography][color=linen] [indent] Thomas was born and raised in Warren, Ohio. His father was a marine who died in combat when he was still just a baby according to his mother, though he never really decided on whether he believed her or not. It didn’t really matter much to him. He has one older brother who despite tensions between them happens to be the one person alive he loves and trusts. For the first 17 or so years of his life Thomas was regularly abused by his mom, both mentally and physically. She had already fucked up his brother so she said she had him to really do it right this time, to do the mother thing properly. Of course she failed at that and everything she did to his older brother she ended up also inflicting on him. As a rather obvious consequence of almost daily trauma Thomas could never really concentrate in school. He would often get some much needed rest at least since almost every night he tried to sleep at home he would often be awoken by nightmares and could rarely return to sleep afterwards. Thankfully when he was 16 his brother finally managed to get his own place and took Thomas with him, not telling their mom his address or anything else lest she call the authorities. He was as happy as he was capable of being to be away from his mom but still had very complex feelings towards her. Living with his brother proved to be a much happier existence though despite their circumstances. Not being able to finish school himself his brother supported them with a mixed income earned from bricklaying and illegal jobs carried out as part of a local biker gang. With less than a year left of Thomas’ education and no hope of him getting anything out of it either the two of them decided he would simply stop going. From there on out they lived almost completely off the grid, taking any manual labor work they could whilst also lining their pockets with certain illegal endeavors. Drawn to actually being a part of a family Thomas also decided to try and join The Eerie Bastards, the biker gang. It was relatively easy since his brother was already a trusted member and half of the criminal element had similar backgrounds and personalities to him. By the time he was 20 he was a patched member of the club. This came with what he had hoped; a new family. He’d always had an interest in guns, mostly because of a love of video games and despite being able to easily get one in his neighborhood he’d never before owned one. At first it was because having a gun in the same house as his mom was basically suicide and later on he respected his brother enough not to get one without asking him but wasn’t quite comfortable enough to actually do that. He didn’t know about the two handguns, one shotgun and one rifle his brother already had. When they finally did talk about it his brother said they’d just helped him sleep at first but he didn’t want to tell him about them being there in case he had… thoughts. In his new family though a love of guns was commonplace and appreciated. They taught him how to strip and clean a handgun plus several rifles and shotguns. The Sergeant at Arms also took him out to his uncle's farm and helped him practice shooting with all sorts of firearms almost every other week. Every patched member carried a gun and a knife, but possessing either without the will or ability to use them was more of a danger to himself than anyone else, or so he was told. By the time he was 21 he was running drugs to Ohio from New York under the cover of the regular charity runs the club did. It wasn’t long before he was helping to torch certain rival drug houses and less than two years in he committed his first revenge killing. After that line was crossed it just became another way to make money, so the murder for hire began. The brothers justified what they did for money with their abuse. What had been done to them and what path it had set them on gave them little other choice in their minds. This shared justification was strictly kept in both their heads though, they never spoke of what they went through out loud, to each other or anyone else. Inevitably one of them was arrested, charged, convicted and sent to prison. It just so happened to be his brother. He got 25 years to life for premeditated triple murder, taking the rap for one of the bodies for his brother. Cops knew there had been at least two shooters at the scene, the wound patterns made that obvious but his brother denied his existence and any and all allegations of it being in any way related to his biker club. Due to repeated acts of violence in the prison he was originally in he was eventually shipped further west to Colorado and so that’s where Thomas went, becoming a nomad. When the apocalypse kicked off Thomas managed to get into the prison and rescue his brother as well as hundreds of other prisoners. It turned out to be pretty damned easy since every employee had left and abandoned the prisoners to die in their cells. Once he was with his brother they looked over a map and decided to head northwest to Washington. There was plenty of drinkable water because of the coast there, cities to be looted and if needed forests to hunt in. [/indent] [/color][/hider] [center][h3][color=skyblue]Extended Information[/color][/h3][/center] [color=powderblue][b]Residence:[/b][/color] [indent] 601 Hi-Ab-La PL NE [/indent] [color=powderblue][b]Profession:[/b] [/color] [indent] Landscaper/Outlaw Biker [/indent] [color=powderblue][b]Aligned Faction:[/b][/color] [indent] Refuge [/indent] [color=powderblue][b]Relatives:[/b][/color][list] [*] DeShane Croft - 34 - Brother - Alive [/list] [center][h3][b][u][color=coral]Personnel Data[/color][/u][/b][/h3][/center] [b][color=lightsalmon]Weapons[/color][/b]:[list] [*] SRM 1216 Shotgun (Carried on Sling) [*] Glock 17 (Belt Holster) [*] Puma Bowie Knife (Belt Holster) [/list] [b][color=lightsalmon]Equipment[/color][/b][list] [*] Backpack (Usually kept in house) [*] Several boxes of 12 gauge shotgun shells [*] Box of 9mm rounds [*] Six gallon jugs of water [*] Camel Sack [*] Break Free CLP Cleaner & Lube [*] Cotton Pads [*] Sleeping Bag [*] Food/Rations [*] Water Purification Tablets [/list] [b][color=lightsalmon]Miscellaneous[/color][/b][list] [*] Zippo Lighter with The Eerie Bastards inscribed [/list] [b][color=lightsalmon]Trade Skills:[/color][/b][list] [*][color=lightsalmon] On a Swivel [/color] Thomas has been in enough violent situations to know that they can kick off anywhere at anytime and often at a moment's notice. For this reason among a few others he pays constant attention to his surroundings, making sure he knows who’s there, what they’re talking about and even what they’re thinking if possible. This continues at any place he sleeps or even rests. If he sits somewhere he makes sure he can see the entrances and before he lets his guard down anywhere he makes sure it’s clear of all danger first even if he has stayed there numerous times before. [*][color=lightsalmon] Outlaw [/color] Thomas spent what could have been his college years being schooled by hardcore criminals, most of what they taught him being violence-oriented. Aside from simply teaching him how to maintain and shoot guns efficiently they taught him where to shoot just in case a target was wearing body armor, how to stalk and ambush a target in an urban environment and most importantly to never hesitate when the time came to pull the trigger. What makes Thomas extremely dangerous however is that truthfully almost all of his actual skill at killing comes from real experience in real situations. It’s one thing to be a good shot at the range, it’s a whole other thing to gun down two or three men in a small and crowded bar. Basically, in real high risk, life and death situations Thomas is tried and true. [/list] [b][color=lightsalmon]Talents & Hobbies:[/color][/b][list] [*][color=lightsalmon] Hobbies [/color] [*] Gaming: Before everything went to shit Thomas loved gaming. Throughout his entire childhood he used video games to distract himself from the horror that was his home life. Later on he used them to distract himself from the acts of horror he committed. Despite them basically just being a coping mechanism he truly did love them, especially RPG’s. [*] Jogging: Not something he did all that often pre-apocalypse but he has since seen first hand what happens to people who can’t run long distance in this new world. He fully expects to have to go beyond the walls of Refuge again at some point and he wants to be as ready as he possibly can when that time comes. [*][color=lightsalmon] Talents [/color] [*] Thomas’ only useful non-combat talent is his knack for remembering details and noticing even the slightest shifts in behavior. He remembers almost everything he hears people say and if that somehow conflicts with what they say or do down the line it’ll gnaw at him until it’s at the forefront of his mind. He is compulsive about understanding why people do what they do and say what they say and this for some reason makes him an unusually decent judge of character. [/list] [b][color=lightsalmon]Limitations:[/color][/b][list] [*][color=lightsalmon] Socially Inept [/color] Thomas has spent almost his entire life socially isolating himself and when he finally did begin regularly socializing it was with a group of borderline or way past the borderline sociopaths. He’s not exactly the most charismatic man in the world. His aloof attitude towards others combined with him either being extremely distrusting or extremely loyal tends to be rather off putting to most folks. [*][color=lightsalmon] Tinnitus [/color] Thomas’ hearing has suffered for having shot firearms indoors and without ear protection way too many times. He’s not deaf, but his hearing isn’t exactly quite up to standard and he hears a ringing sound in his left ear on quite the regular basis. It’s nothing too debilitating but it definitely makes a difference in his day to day life. [/list][/color]