[hider=Wayne Maldonado] [hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=598527][center]Wayne Maldonado[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1] [center][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/725d078ac6151092dc18682e4218533b/tumblr_p4cqp5dsnv1tpri36o1_500.gif[/img][/center] [hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=598527][center]Character Summary[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [b][color=598527]Name:[/color][/b] Wayne Roberts Maldonado [b][color=598527]Aliases:[/color][/b] Sargent, Detective [b][color=598527]Age:[/color][/b] 52 [b][color=598527]Birthday:[/color][/b] April 2nd [b][color=598527]Ethnicity:[/color][/b] Italian American [b][color=598527]Birth Place:[/color][/b] Brooklyn New York [b][color=598527]Location:[/color][/b] Hudson River Psychiatric Center [b][color=598527]Gender:[/color][/b] Male [b][color=598527]Major/Minor:[/color][/b] Criminal Justice [b][color=598527]Occupation:[/color][/b] Patient/Detective [b][color=598527]Languages:[/color][/b] English/Italian [hr][center][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/120ed68f9f06f01d4c2ceeab5c42cb5a/tumblr_p0x7nfkPhb1rts3y5o1_400.gif[/img][/center][hr][h3][b][i][color=598527][center]Appearance[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [b][color=598527]Height:[/color][/b] 6'0" [b][color=598527]Weight:[/color][/b] 198lbs [b][color=598527]Build:[/color][/b] Athletic Dad Bod [b][color=598527]Eyes:[/color][/b] Steel Blue [b][color=598527]Hair:[/color][/b] Receding Hair Line - Salt & Pepper [b][color=598527]Skin Tone:[/color][/b] Sallow - Slightly Leathery [b][color=598527]Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:[/color][/b] Crucified Jesus Tattoo on his left arm running from his shoulder almost to his elbow. Numerous stab wounds all over his trunk, arms, and legs. [hr][center][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/3f9f2ef93629b28d0490c8928c57d5f8/tumblr_p0pgp7bS971tpwi5mo1_400.gif[/img][/center][hr][h3][b][i][color=598527][center]Psychology[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [i][color=598527][center][color=39b54a]Heroic[/color] * [color=ed1c24]Ruthless[/color] * [color=39b54a]Observant[/color] * [color=ed1c24]Self-Loathing[/color] * [color=39b54a]Efficient[/color] * [color=ed1c24]Misanthropic[/color][/center][/color][/i] [b][color=598527]Sexuality:[/color][/b] Heterosexual [b][color=598527]Relationship Status:[/color][/b] Divorced [b][color=598527]Personality:[/color][/b] Wayne is intelligent, driven, a force to be reckoned with. He sees the details where others might miss them and is ever the little helper. He is kind and loving, there for the common man as a protector. He is the hero we deserve. Okay, he was. A life time ago. Maybe two or three life times ago. He was once a great detective with the NYPD, but the harsh nature of the job got to him and he gradually slid into addiction and cynicism. Part of that good man who was a detective is still there, deep down. Deep DEEP down, somewhere in the cockles, maybe the sub-cockles, maybe even the colon. Today, Wayne is broken, down-and-out survivor who if he can finds it will live off a steady intake of drugs, booze, and sleaze. A sarcastic man with really no regard for his own life. The man goes through severe moments of trying to off himself only to have it back fire in his face. He says he is [i]"Blessed with Suck."[/i] He believes he has pretty much seen it all, the worst that humanity has to offer and is genuinely surprised when he sees kindness. Every the cynic, he is skeptical of all around him. Happy doesn't think that at all. (Yeah you heard me. Happy!) Oh, did I forget to mention that the man hallucinates a little blue unicorn with white wings, a pink horn, and buck teeth? Yeah, there is that. What type of mental disorder the man has now is anyones guess. On the outside when you strip away the addiction, the self-loathing, the suicidal tendencies, the cynicism, and the sarcasm the man is actually very well adjusted. Except for Happy, Happy is something else. [b][color=598527]Habits:[/color][/b] [list][*] Talking to Happy [*] Making exaggerated facial expressions[/list] [b][color=598527]Hobbies:[/color][/b] Playing Cards [b][color=598527]Fears:[/color][/b] [list][*] Happy [i]dying[/i] [*] Walkers talking (this shit will keep him up at night) [*] Never dying himself[/list] [b][color=598527]Likes:[/color][/b] [list][*] Coffee [*] Booze [*] Drugs [*] Sex [*] Singing [*] Dancing [*] Mocking [*] Cussing[/list] [b][color=598527]Dislikes:[/color][/b] [list][*] Running out of coffee [*] Running out of booze [*] Running out of drugs [*] Not getting laid [*] Forgetting the lyrics to a song [*] Getting told to watch his mouth [*] Overly upbeat people - Happy is enough[/list] [hr][center][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/442aa531f333af53f576ef7c306227d7/tumblr_p1161lMZHu1rts3y5o3_r1_400.gif[/img][/center][hr][h3][b][i][color=598527][center]Cards On The Table[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [b][color=598527]Pre Outbreak Skills:[/color][/b] [list] [*] Pistols [*] Street Fighting [*] "[i]Detecting[/i]" [*] Improvisational Weapons [*] Athletics [/list] [b][color=598527]Post Outbreak Skills:[/color][/b] [list] [*] Shotgun [*] Hunting [*] Scavenging [*] Iron Stomach [*] Machete [*] Knife Fighting [*] Noose Crafting [*] Heat Tolerance [/list] [b][color=598527]Current Supplies:[/color][/b] [list] [*] Current Clothing - Jeans, black belt, black combat boots with steel toes, gold necklace, cross on necklace, wallet with pictures and ID, wool over coat, festive Christmas scarf, hoodie, long sleeve shirt, short sleeve under shirt, socks, boxers, fingerless gloves [*] Pistol - half empty clip [*] Pistol - half empty clip [*] Pack - where most of his clothing is [*] Baggie of narcotics [*] Bottle of clear booze [*] Bag of instant coffee [*] Box of Mars Bars - dozen - melted to shit and back [*] Baggie of Jolly Ranchers, melted to shit and back [*] Voltron Metal Lunch Box - where he keeps his drugs and candy [*] Pack of cards [*] Machete [/list] [hr][center][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/f2beea7612e4755ddd3d60d0bd1b8cdc/tumblr_p0piid2Mdg1tpwi5mo1_400.gif[/img][/center][hr][h3][b][i][color=598527][center]History[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [b][color=598527]Your First Walker Encounter:[/color][/b] [i]"Those fuckers. You would think with talk of the world going to shit that they would keep a better eye on the slightly mentally ill. You know, we short short fuses naturally but put us all together in close confines with the meds running out and shit is going to hit the fan. It did and wouldn't you fucking know it. One of those asshat slimball orderlies decides to get his putrid stinking ass off that lovely daisy patterned tile floor after I crushed his chest cavity in and tried to take a bite out of me. Can you believe that shit? Well, if I remember one thing from the academy, you put one round in the leg or shoulder to immobilize but not kill. I knew to NOT to do that. All else fails, take that bastards head clean off. I think Babe would have been proud. I knocked that fucker right out of the park. Happy puked, it was great."[/i] [b][color=598527]History Before Outbreak:[/color][/b] Wayne grew up in Brooklyn, New York. Life was good. He came from a good old Italian family. Third generation in the US. Mother adored him, father was proud of him and his brothers kicked his ass. Life was good. How could it not be? Fight, eat, school, fight, eat, school. Ahh, just like the Irish but with good food and a cooler accent. Church was every week, he was even an alter boy - no he wasn't abused by priest. Father Giovanni was actually a good guy and was known to take a cane to other priests in front of the parish. (He didn't know why then, he does now.) Eventually he had to grow up and being from an Italian family meant you grew up to be one of three things: A cook, a cop, or a crook. Well his grand father was a cop, his father was a cop, both his brothers were cops, and his mother was a cops wife and mother: so he grew up to be a cop. It was just meant to be. After high school he married Sophia Maggidino. They had a daughter. He graduated from the academy and joined the force. Getting his degree at night school and eventually becoming a sergeant and a detective. Life was good. That was until he saw one to many cases of shit hitting the fan. Time just wore on him and eventually Wayne snapped, beating a suspect nearly to death and biting his finger off. He went on leave. He got help. He came back - no sober. Shit kept happening and he kept getting worse. Eventually he was sent up state to get some [i]rest[/i]. His wife divorced him and took his daughter to Florida to live with her relatives. He never saw them again but hey, he made more friends - these were all real. [b][color=598527]History Since Outbreak:[/color][/b] Being in an insane asylum when any out break occurs is usually a good thing, you are cut off from the world so less likely affected. Not this out break though. Close confines with the dead makes more dead, people freak out, people do bad shit, people die and are killed. Then there are the insane. First thing was first, breaking out once shit started to get bad. Sure, it was about 8 months into the out break before he left the asylum but finally got to a point where one had to leave. Not because of people, but because of lack of resources. Plus he didn't want deal with the masses during year one. By year two he had made his way to western Pennsylvania. He had to get the fuck away from major cities. What better place to go than to see how the Amish were fairing. I mean come on, a whole community of people who used no technology, had guns, and could self sustain. It seemed like a good idea. It was, except for the fact the Amish didn't like outsiders BEFORE the out break. Since it had happened, even less. Okay, he got some meals, did some work, but in the end Moses Yoder made him and a friend exit by gun point. Apparently Wayne and Happy had had one to many color arguments in front of little Eli. Come year 3 he had gone through West Virginia and landed in Kentucky. Blue Grass state my ass, more like who the fuck would ever want to be here state. Trees, lots of trees. Bugs, lots of bugs. Snakes, lots of fucking snakes. Booze, no booze to be found. Shit. And since no one had really ever lived in the state BEFORE the outbreak there was not a lot to raid AFTER it started. Kentucky was a bust. A complete and utter waste of a time but no going back and fuck Ohio. They were not repeating Amish Town. Screw those butter churning fuckwads. Wayne was too old for this shit. He wanted to retire. Florida became the destination. He was NOT going through Atlanta. Screw that, so head south east towards the coast. South Carolina was year four. Decent places to raid, not a huge amount of people as long as you avoided the like three larger cities there. It wasn't a bad state but older men, once they make their minds up, it was done. And he had told Happy if they could get there, Disney World was a possibility. He lied but did Happy know that? Um, probably. It's year five now and Wayne has managed to get to Georgia. He isn't on the coast. Got pushed more west than he would like but hey, he is closer to Florida than he ever has been. Hopefully they will get there eventually but for now, smaller towns for raids, not too many people to deal with and that hoard is way behind him now - last seen on Jeykll Island where ran across some dead fuckers in Navy Uniforms clamoring around a submarine. [hr][center][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/82f9b76eb23c89698b0af8f1e5b88ecc/tumblr_p18e7oddw31ua2js1o1_540.gif[/img][/center][hr][h3][b][i][color=598527][center]Extras[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [b][color=598527]Character Quote:[/color][/b] [i]"My life is an ever swirling toilet that just won't flush."[/i] [b][color=598527]Theme Song:[/color][/b] Happy - Pharrell Williams [youtube]https://youtu.be/ZbZSe6N_BXs[/youtube] [b][color=598527]How Many Walkers Have You Killed:[/color][/b] I lost count [b][color=598527]How Many People Have You Killed:[/color][/b] I lost count [b][color=598527]Why:[/color][/b] I suck at math [b][color=598527]Anything Else:[/color][/b] Just refer to every damn post I've made in the RP [sub][color=ed1c24]*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.[/color][/sub][/hider][hr][hr][hider=Relations][center] [hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=598527]Relations[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][h2][b][i][color=598527]Wayne Maldonado[/color][/i][/b][/h2][img]https://www.syfy.com/sites/syfy/files/nickvshappy_102_2.gif[/img] [i][color=598527]"Holy Fuck Balls"[/color][/i][hr][hr]⟢ 🎆Respects ⟡ 🌓Neutral ⟡ 👋Acquaintance ⟡ 🙇It's Complicated ⟣ ⟢ 💛Friend ⟡ 💙Good Friends ⟡ 💜Best Friends ⟡ ❣️Ex-Friends ⟡ 😈Frienemy ⟣ ⟢ 💘Infatuation ⟡ 💓Loves ⟡ 💗Couple ⟡ 💕Basically Family ⟡ 💞Family ⟡ 💔Ex-Lovers ⟣ ⟢ ♨️Tense ⟡ 💀Dislikes ⟡ 😡Hates ⟡ 👿Enemy ⟡ 👹Absolutely Loathes ⟣[hr][hr] 🙇 [b][color=magenta]Erica Monroe[/color][/b] 🙇 [i]"Nice ass"[/i] Okay, sure things are a bit tense between the two but the girl is okay and hell, she is the only one not carrying a set of balls that she has to scratch between her legs but I bet that tit sweat is a bitch this time of the year. Girls okay though, but needs to keep her hands off my fucking drugs. It's the only thing keeping me sane. Ain't that right Happy? [hr] 💛 [b][color=#B8860B]Nigel "Hadrian" Cooper[/color][/b] 💛 [i]"Hey Sportacus!"[/i] Alright, I didn't come up with the name but damn it's funny. I like the guy, sure he is a bit young and thinks Caesar was the best thing since Salad but hey, everyone has their fucking faults. Well other than me. Good thing he can take a ribbing, after all Jesus did. Whoops, too soon? [hr] 💜 [b][color=deb887]Hank Wright[/color][/b] 💜 [i]"Like P.B. and motherfucking J"[/i] Senior Shit head is my best bud but don't tell Happy that. Yeah, sure we fight but what men don't? We're men, we build shit and then blow it up, then we fight, drink, and fight some more. It's just how shit is done, fuck anyone that disagrees. [hr] [/center][/hider]