[color=lightgray][table][row][/row][row][cell][right][h3][color=598527][i][b]Wayne Roberts Maldonado[/b][/i][/color][/h3][sup]"My life is an ever swirling toilet that just won't flush"[sup] - Shit doesn't stop[/sup][/sup][/right] [b][color=598527]⚘ Looking Inside[/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 "Blessed with Suck." 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. [color=598527][b]⚘ A Brief History[/b][/color] ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ [hider=Pre-Outbreak] [color=598527][b]Growing Up:[/b][/color] 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.) [color=598527][b]Adulting:[/b][/color] 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 rest. 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. [/hider] [hider=Post-Outbreak] [color=598527][b]Your First Walker Encounter:[/b][/color] [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] [color=598527][b]Psych Hospital:[/b][/color] 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. [color=598527][b]Amish Country:[/b][/color] 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. [color=598527][b]Blue Grass:[/b][/color] 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. [color=598527][b]Dixie Here I Come:[/b][/color] 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. [/hider] [hider=Since Entering RP] [color=598527][b]Georgia:[/b][/color] 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. After that was the fucking swamp. And finding some more folk. One a girl: hot damn. Two a Roman: fucking hell. Still, have to keep moving forward and he did. Finding drugs where he could, drinking where he could, spanking in the woods when he could. One foot in front of the other trying to get to Florida because that is where old fuckers like him retire. [color=598527][b]Camp Mexico Beach:[/b][/color] Okay, this shit show wasn't a shit show. Sure, first things first - was getting found but after that, fuck yeah. Food, recliners, food, baths, food, ballerina's, food, air conditioning, food, beds, and did I mention food. Yes, quarantine wasn't a party but it wasn't bad. Fuck anyone that thought so, it was a god damn Eden! Para-fucking-dice! And then a beach party? Yeah, sure he had to go through therapy but fuck, for food, lay me down and talk about my childhood. SHUT THE FUCK UP HAPPY!!! While he still sees Happy, he has learned to live with it and deal with the little fucker without meds. He spent many hours with Freedman over the first six months out of quarantine but Freedman does not take credit for Waynes turn around, he places that on Tatiana and Jamie. Having a family of sorts has seemed to help stabilize the man. He is still skitzo and will always be but Wayne is learning to deal well with it. Wayne self imposes isolation in lock up when he feels his mental state is getting out of control. While Freedman no longer believes he can help Wayne, Wayne still seeks him out to talk. Admin keeps Wayne assigned with Tatiana to help keep him as level as possible. [/hider] [color=598527][b]⚘ Relations[/b][/color] ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ [hider=Major][right][sub][h3][b][color=deb887]Hank Wright[/color][/b][/h3][/sub] [sup]"Like P.B. & Motherfucking J" [sup]- So many times[/sup][/sup][/right] Hank and Wayne have been together since day one of the out break and Wayne refers to Hank as his hetero life mate. Fuck Jay and Silent Bob. Wayne traveled with Hank from New York to Pennsylvania: Dealing with the Amish together was entertaining enough for a time but well, we wont' go into why they had to leave. Virginia to Kentucky: No wonder people fucking drank before the outbreak in these states. They continued together through Georgia: The coast was interesting, seeing people fleeing a submarine. The Swamp they found more people. They reached Florida together: about fucking time! Hank is like a baby sitter at times to Wayne, Wayne gives Hank someone to talk to other than dead people, which is good. [/hider] [hider=Minor][right][sub][h3][b][color=a187be]Tatiana Newnan[/color][/b][/h3][/sub] [sup] "HA!" [sup]- When she punched Ash[/sup][/sup][/right] Wayne met Tatiana when he got put in quarantine. He brought her and her kid food, she started teaching him ballet. It was an odd combination but Wayne seemed to latch on to the little red head with a nasty right hook. Babysitting Jamie from time to time in Quarantine. The two have grown a lot closer over the months between their therapy and working together. Wayne is now Jamies godfather and spends much of his off time taking care of the little one for Tatiana, who he seems to have adopted as a daughter. [/hider] ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ [/cell][cell][center][img]https://i.ibb.co/kS1Z80B/Wayne.jpg[/img] ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Male [color=598527][b]↕[/b][/color] 52 [color=598527][b]↕[/b][/color] Italian-American ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 6'0" [color=598527][b]↕[/b][/color] 198lbs [color=598527][b]↕[/b][/color] Athletic Dad-Bod ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Steel Blue [color=598527][b]↕[/b][/color] Salt & Pepper [color=598527][b]↕[/b][/color] Sallow ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ [color=598527][b]Psychology[/b][/color] [/center][hider=] [b][color=39b54a]Positive Traits:[/color][/b][list][*] Observant [*] Efficient [*] Heroic[/list][color=c0392b][b]Negative Traits:[/b][/color][list][*] Self-Loathing [*] Misanthropic [*] Ruthless[/list][color=2F4F4F][b]Fear:[/b][/color][list][*] Easter Bunny[/list] [/hider] [CENTER]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ [color=598527][b]Abilities[/b][/color] [/center][hider=] [list][*] [color=598527]Strength:[/color] 24 [*] [color=598527]Dexterity:[/color] 32 [*] [color=598527]Fitness:[/color] 37 [*] [color=598527]Intellect:[/color] 27 [*] [color=598527]Will Power:[/color] 17 [*] [color=598527]Perception:[/color] 29 [*] [color=598527]Attractiveness:[/color] 16 [*] [color=598527]Luck:[/color] 10 [/list][/hider] [CENTER]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ [color=598527][b]Languages[/b][/color] [/center][hider=] [list][*] [color=598527]English (Native):[/color] 30 [*] [color=598527]Italian:[/color] 27[/list] [/hider] [CENTER]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ [color=598527][b]Skills[/b][/color] [/center][hider=] [list][*] [color=598527]Club:[/color] 70 [*] [color=598527]Knife:[/color] 30 [*] [color=598527]Pistol:[/color] 42 [*] [color=598527]Rifle:[/color] 32 [*] [color=598527]Sword:[/color] 30 [*] [color=598527]Streetfighting:[/color] 70 [*] [color=598527]Foraging:[/color] 30 [*] [color=598527]Hunting:[/color] 30 [*] [color=598527]Dancing (Ballet):[/color] 30 [*] [color=598527]Deduction (Investigative):[/color] 40 [*] [color=598527]Deduction (Person):[/color] 50 [*] [color=598527]Profession (Detective):[/color] 40 [*] [color=598527]Stamina (Physical):[/color] 67 [*] [color=598527]Other (Nooses):[/color] 32 [/list][/hider] [CENTER]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ [color=598527][b]Profession[/b][/color] [/center][hider=] [list][*] Detective: New York (Pre) [*] Patient: Hudson River Psychiatric Center (Outbreak) [*] Traveling Retiree: East Coast (Post) [*] Training: CMB (Post) [/list][/hider] [CENTER]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ [color=598527][b]Family[/b][/color] [/center][hider=] [list][*] Aldo Maldonado - Father (Unknown) [*] Dorthy Gillespie - Mother (Unknown) [*] Max Maldonado - Brother (Unknown) [*] Santiago Maldonado - Brother (Unknown [*] Sophia Maggidino - Ex-Wife (Unknown) [*] Alexa Maldonado - Daughter (Unknown) [/list][/hider] [CENTER]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ [color=598527][b]Character Trivia[/b][/color] [/center][hider=] [list][*] [color=598527]Sexuality:[/color] Heterosexual [*] [color=598527]Likes:[/color][list][*] Coffee[*] Booze[*] Drugs[*] Sex[*] Singing[*] Dancing[*] Mocking[*] Cussing[/list] [*] [color=598527]Dislikes:[/color][list][*] Abstinence[*] Happy People[*] Forgetting Anything[*] Prudes[/list] [*] [color=598527]Scars:[/color] Numerous Stab Wounds[list][*] Chest[*] Back[*] Arms[*] Legs[/list] [*] [color=598527]Piercings:[/color] N/A [*] [color=598527]Tattoos:[/color] Left Arm [list][*] Crucified Jesus [/list] [*] [color=598527]Blood Type:[/color] A Positive [*] [color=598527]Religion:[/color] Catholic [*] [color=598527]Birthday:[/color] April 2nd [*] [color=598527]Face Claim:[/color] Christopher Meloni [*] [color=598527]Nickname:[/color] Sargent, Detective [*] [color=598527]Items Of Note:[/color] [list][*] Cross Necklace[*] Christmas Scarf[/list] [/list][/hider] [CENTER]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center][/cell][/row][/table][/color]