Character Creation Form
:: Personal Information ::
Full Birth-Given Name: Benjamin Michael Wallace
Preferred Name // Nickname: Ben, Benny, Wally.
Sexual Orientation & Gender: I am a straight, Male.
Years Since My Birth: It has been 36 years since I was brought into this world.
Also Knowing: my name is composed of two of my past relatives. Benjamin Wallace was my grandfather on my mothers side who fought in many wars and is honored for his bravery. and Michael Wallace who is my grandfather on my fathers side who fought his battles with smarts.
:: General Information ::
My One and Only Reason For Existing: my 13 year old daughter Lisa Pearl Wallace.
Those Who Brought Me Into This World: my mother Pearl Ann Wallace and my father Richard Michael Wallace.
Those Made To Survive This World Alongside Me: I have one older brother, Richard Michael Wallace Jr., who is currently MIA, haven't heard from him in months.
Faithful Furry Companions: I have a Falcon named, Aingeal, Angel in Irish.
:: Other Information ::
Song That Best Describes Me: Tom Petty-Won't Back Down
Weapons Carried on My Person at All Times: first off i have my M1911 Colt 45 that has been handed down through generations, its rough black color with pearl grips. Has my last name engraved on the slide with red lettering. i also have my 12in K-bar on my belt and my 8in combat knife strapped around my left ankle.
Here's the Story of My Past and How I Have Survived This Long: First off i was born and raised in Denver, CO. I am the second child of two to my parents. My brother is only 3 years older than myself. I looked up to my brother and was always trying to out do him. He taught me a lot because since we were so far from town there weren't too many kids to play with. My brother was my best friend and mentor for most things, until he got in with the wrong crowd and started to act different and started getting in trouble with the law. He was eventually thrown in prison for a few years for reasons I'm not sure of. So, right out of high school i joined the Marines. Learned most of my skills there. I was stationed at Camp Pendleton in Southern California. I served for 8 years and was deployed on 5 tours. Within 2 years I was put in a special task force that I am not allowed to talk about, with the general public. 5 years into the Marines i was on leave and i ran into my high school sweetheart Jenny Lisa Robertson and we decided to get married and after I was on my fifth deployment, I got a letter saying she was pregnant. Sadly I was unable to be there for the birth of my daughter Lisa. After i retired from the Marines i came back to Colorado and spent most of my time learning the trades and supporting my family. I had suffered from a mild case of PTSD and shortly after my daughter had turned 5 years old, someone tried breaking into our house and i ended up getting injured which caused me to fight back and ended with me killing the guy in a very brutal manner. my wife decided that i shouldnt be around my daughter if i cant control my rage. Didnt take into account of my PTSD and the fact i am trained to kill and the fact i lost both my parents within a month of each other and the last one was a week before this incident. so, she left and i havent seen my daughter in a little more than 8 years. My brother had been released from prison about a year before all this happened. so i had my brother to live with and help me get through a very rough time in my life.i fought depression a lot after that and decided to build a bunker with my brother because we started to work our country to slowly get worse and worse.
So, my brother and I had a bunker that we had set-up before the world went to wastelands and endless battlezones. we survived pretty long in there, untouched. It was in a very untraveled area. Not a lot people knew about the location. our Father had shown us this spot about a year before his passing. It was about a 10 mile hike from the nearest dirt road. We were there for almost a year before we were found by a group of savangers that we had spotted a few times before. We actually had killed a few of their members once before in order to keep them from attacking us. But one night they attacked us and took over our place. luckily my brother and i had escaped...so we thought. one of their wolves came after us and grabbed my brother. He yelled at me to go and leave him, there were 3-5 more on their way. i had to leave. my older brother told me to go. I hate myself but i had too. what good is two brothers taken hostage...or dead. since then i have been with a few groups, most fall apart from the inside or they would get overpowered by other groups. My last group i was with wasnt too smart, they got most of themselves killed. and now i am here.
How Some People Might See Me: people see me as a loner, someone who isnt too involved with other people and doesnt really like to let my guard down. I am always on alert (one reason i am still alive) and very visual of my surroundings. Im the guy that sits in the back and watches everyone do their thing while i study everyone, their habits, routines, what makes them tick. I have my "joker times" where i am laid back and relaxed but not too often now-a-days. i am well known for my smarts. I was raised to learn as much as i possibly learn. Every chance i got i was reading or taking a class about a random subject. But i also played sports, i was a football star for my skills as a LineBacker. i was able to read the field better than anyone. and plus my size helped. I am also very protective. i have a daughter that i havent seen since she was 5 years of age. I have been in trouble a few times due to my anger issues.I am passionate, easy going and observant.
Standing Before a Mirror, I See: My height, 6'4'. My weight, 324 pounds with 15 percent body fat. i have board shoulders and a long torso. My legs are well built and my arms as well. my stomach has some fat over it. no 6 pack. I have medium lenght dark drown hair with a semi long think red beard, bright green eyes. a soft but stern looking face. A scar on my left cheek about 4.5in long, 2.5 in into the beard where there is no hair, caused when i was in a fight when my daughter was first born and someone broke into my house. he had a knife and i had grabbed my daughter and he swung at me and caught my cheek. what happened to him cannot be explained with mere words. Hands are rugged and rough. arms are hairy and buff. nose is crooked from when i broke it as a teen trying to impress a girl i liked with jumping my bike and faceplanting. tattoo on my left arm of a guardian angel, one on my right arm of large dagger, and a big bear ripping out of my chest.
The Beast Within Me: I am a bear on the inside. large 10 foot brown grizzly bear. i am a rare species of bears that are almost twice the size of a normal bear skin shifter. claws that are almost 6in long. mouth that could crush the skull of a human like a soda can.
Photographed Picture of Myself:
