[center][color=DBA901]T H E W A L K I N G D E A D : T O G R E E N E R P A S T U R E S[/color] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/86729-the-walking-dead-to-greener-pastures/ic][color=bdbdbd]2015[/color][/url][/center] [hider=Chase][center][img]http://i.picresize.com/images/2015/11/02/u4Oah.png[/img][/center] [color=#D8D8D8] [color=#FFFFFF][b]Name:[/b][/color] Chase [color=#FFFFFF][b]Age:[/b][/color] 26 [color=#FFFFFF][b]Occupation:[/b][/color] Uber [color=#FFFFFF][b]Nationality:[/b][/color] Caucasian [color=#FFFFFF][b]Appearance:[/b][/color] Dirty black jeans over dirtier dark brown boots. Thick and worn brown leather jacket over a stained and previously white shirt. Chase sports a short hair cut and a chiseled face framed with the stubble of a budding beard shaved only a day ago. [color=#FFFFFF][b]Place of Residence:[/b][/color] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. [color=#FFFFFF][b]Strengths:[/b][/color] [color=#FFFFFF]+Endurance[/color] Chase is strong on his feet. Strong in the chest. Strong in the head. He's worked on his cardio specifically because of his "job". He can sprint for an extended period of time having trained himself to be much more efficient with his use of oxygen. On the other side, opposite his physicality, is his ability to stretch the limits set by his own mind. He'll receive the usual signals telling him that his muscles are tired and he'll tell those signals to "fuck off". [color=#FFFFFF]+Charisma[/color] Easy on the eyes and quick of tongue, or at least he likes to think. When not running from the dead, he's talking his way out of unfavorable circumstances with the living. He's found that while being unnoticed goes a long way, saying the right thing to the wrong people can go a little further. [color=#FFFFFF]+Pugilist[/color] Adept with his hands in more ways than one. He was forced to learn early on that the most important weapon in an arsenal is the one you still have on you when stripped completely naked. Some people might say teeth but he prefers the leave the taste of blood in the mouths of the dead. [color=#FFFFFF]+Navigation[/color] Uncanny ability to know where and which way he needs to go. A skill left over from his more civil days, it's proven helpful in the now. [color=#FFFFFF][b]Weaknesses:[/b][/color] [color=#FFFFFF]+Botanist[/color] Well opposite of. Little to no knowledge of plant life or it's cultivation. If required to survive off a diet made up entirely of berries picked from the land, he'd die. Crops tend to wither in his immediate vicinity. [color=#FFFFFF]+Large Firearms[/color] Rifles or Shotguns. Anything he can't hold and fire with one hand he'd rather do without. It's not that he doesn't know how to use them, he's just more comfortable with something he can get around with. If and when he has to use them, he's less accurate than most. [color=#FFFFFF]+Acrophobia[/color] Fear of heights. [color=#FFFFFF][b]Belongings:[/b][/color] [color=#FFFFFF]+Backpack[/color] General First Aid kit Canned Food x3 Bottle Water x4 Blanket Binoculars Radio Compass 10 Round 9mm Magazine x2 Flashlight [color=#FFFFFF]+On His Persons[/color] Military Grade Knife Machete 9mm Handgun with Suppressor Clothes on his back [color=#FFFFFF][b]Personality:[/b][/color] What was once a kind and lighthearted man has been conditioned in the world that is the zombie apocalypse. Changes had to be made and had to be made quick. Kindness turned to a cautious outer shell and the lighthearted banter that his clients enjoyed in the past has become a series of guarded questions, an elaborate maze of dialogue set up to protect whatever he has left. It's first layer is the friendly face that he uses to greet strangers, but only those strangers he's deemed safe enough to introduce himself to. Those he doesn't will meet an entirely different person. Someone unpredictable, deadly and dangerous. [color=#FFFFFF][b]Other:[/b][/color] [center]Theme is [youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zYJUZ4Tz-eI[/youtube][/center] [/color][/hider]