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Actually that's still a good question, is there a limit to age? I know it's a reasonable thing but is there an age you'd rather not have around?
P.S. I'll sort out the relationships of Dick Dickie McDickerson tomorrow. :D
Richard Johnson
Character Summary
Name: Richard Johnson
Aliases: Richie, Dick, “Skidmark”.
Age: 29
Birthday: Not important
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Prattville, Alabama
Location: New York City, New York
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: Goon, Street Thug, Biker
Languages: English and bad English
Appearance
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 225lbs
Build: Muscular and toned
Eyes: Light blue
Hair: Dirty blonde
Skin Tone: Lightly tanned tone
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: He has a tombstone tattoo on his right forearm with the name of his best friend that died because of his actions during a job pre-outbreak, he has a tattoo on his left forearm of the name of his brother (Thomas) which runs down the length from elbow to wrist, there is another tattoo on his right shoulder blade of a pair of roses with one having petals of red and the other having black. He has countless scars all over his body but the most notable one is a scar that runs from under his right pectoral down to his hip bone from a motorcycle accident. The same accident gave him the circular scar on the front and back of his left thigh. He also has some small noticeable scars on his face from various fist fights but none are particularly exceptional fortunately.
Psychology
Charismatic * Devious * Diligent * Sordid
Sexuality: Straight as a board
Relationship Status: N/A
Personality: Richard is not the most lovable type of person once you see his true colours. He’s the kind of guy that can easily rub a person the wrong way just by breathing once you get to really know him. He has a smug, self-serving attitude around him and it tends to make people very wary of him even if he can talk his way in. As he’s a very meticulous kind of person, he’s constantly thinking and working out different scenarios in his head.
He’s got a hell of a temper but you won’t ever know that until it’s too late. He’s got a voice that’d melt butter and looks to boot. He can worm himself into anywhere or anyone. He likes a challenge and doesn’t ever back down from a fight. He calculates everything that he does and has gotten particularly good at covering his tracks as time has went on with this world. He is just one of those guys that you don’t think you should trust, but can’t help giving him the chance when he knocks the door to come in.
Habits: He frowns a lot when he thinks, he cracks his knuckles just in general, he spits randomly on the ground on purpose when talking to people and picks his teeth with his nails after a meal.
Hobbies: Biking, gambling, drinking, smoking
Fears: (Other than infection and an early death.)
- Being mauled by a wild animal
- Spiders – disgusting little shits
- The day he can no longer drive a bike
Likes:
- Gambling
- Drinking
- Smoking
- Adult "Relations"
- Biking
- Meat
- Leather
- Engines
- Sunlight on his skin
Dislikes:
- Spiders
- Queers
- Ethnics
- Wild animals that have the ability to eat him
- Not having a smoke
- Weakness
- Ryan
Cards On The Table
Pre Outbreak Skills:
- Car and Motorcycle Maintenance and Use
- Shotguns – Weapon of choice as a goon
- Street fighting
- People reading – from years of poker playing
- Enhanced strength – 10 years of weight lifting does that to a person
- Basic Carpentry
Post Outbreak Skills:
- Hunting
- Survival skills
- Pistols
- Knives
- Wilderness Evasion (basically covering his tracks)
- Construction
- Solar Panel Maintenance
Current Supplies:
- Current Clothing – slate grey denim jeans, stained white t-shirt, navy blue plaid shirt with long sleeves, black hoodie, leather vest with his biker patches on it, thick grey boot socks, black studded biker boots.
- Worn brown leather backpack
- Hip flask with moonshine x1
- 500ml plastic bottles filled with water x3
- Tins of food x4
- Basic survival kit – 1x box of matches (13 left), wire, 1x roll of duct tape, 1x small bag cotton wool, 2x sheets of adhesive gauze, 1x antiseptic wipe, gas lighter (half full), 1x sheet of aspirin.
- Short Barreled Shotgun – Ammo: 7 shells total (2 loaded, 5 spare)
- .38 Smith and Wesson Pistol – Ammo: 9 rounds total (6 loaded, 3 spare)
- 9mm Sturm Ruger and Co Pistol 15 round magazine – Ammo: 25 rounds total (15 loaded, box with 10 rounds in it)
- Hunting Knife
History
Your First Walker Encounter: Richie was in the middle of knocking over a convenience store, shotgun in hand, when he first saw a walker. The owner was behind the desk, Richie’s barrel pointed straight at his chest, as he grabbed bill after bill and shoved them into the duffle bag that had been thrown at him across the counter.
He was distracted and kept peering out the windows, checking to see if the cops were nearby. The owner moved to zip the bag up when Richie demanded he put cartons of cigarettes into the bag as well. He was shouting at the owner so he hadn’t heard the shuffling and groaning from the back room. The owner, having now spotted what was his shelf boy, screamed in terror as the kid lunged at Richie from behind.
If it weren’t for his vest, Richie never would have made it out of that store. He swung an elbow round and clocked the kid square on the temple, knocking him into a magazine rack. That didn’t stop him for long. Turning round now, the shotgun facing towards the kid, Richie threatened him and told him to step off. The kid didn’t listen. Richie didn’t want to but he had to. The kid lunged at Richie again and the shot rang out in the store. The shot hit the kid from about a foot away and knocked him back a few steps.
He didn’t stop coming. His chest was fucking mincemeat! The kid was snarling and clawing at the air as he ran towards Richie again. He had no choice. Richie aimed higher and shot the kid square in the face. The kid smacked backwards onto the ground. Blood and brain matter had sprayed everywhere. Richie turned round, grabbed the duffle bag and made a run for it out of the store and didn’t look back.
History Before Outbreak: He was born in a place called Prattville, Alabama. His dad was a drunk, his mother didn’t give a rat’s ass. His big brother raised him and took care of him. Thomas was only five years older than Richie but he seemed much older. They were lucky not to be taken away by social services but no one around Prattville even cared. They were all the same; drunks, junkies, whores, wasters and criminals. No one cared about anyone but themselves around there.
As kids they basically got themselves into all sorts of shit and ended up running with the wrong crowd. Richie was always into his cars and motorcycles and stole more than his fair share of each, breaking them down for parts and building them back up again. Richie also grew sick of relying on his brother for protection when he got into fights so he began weightlifting at around age fifteen.
He even managed to make his first real friend after beating him up over a game of baseball. His name was Tony. They got on like a house on fire and were pretty much inseparable after that. Tommy actually got a little jealous until he got to know Tony too and the three of them became quite a team until the worst came to pass.
Tony and Richie were bored one day and decided it’d be fun to ride one of the motorcycles through some disused fields. It’d be fun, Tony said. So they made out and began messing around; Richie driving and Tony as the passenger.
Richie decided to go through a field that led towards the forest edge. He shouldn’t have done that. There was a rabbit burrow that the front wheel ploughed into it and sent Tony and Richie flying forward. The next thing Richie knew, he was in a hospital bed. He could barely move, it hurt to breathe and his vision was blurry. When he was fully awake and not high on pain meds, Richie found out that Tony was dead. He’d killed his best friend, even if it was an accident it didn’t matter, that weight rested on Richie’s heart heavily.
He was in hospital for six months healing and had to go through a long stint of physical therapy. Tommy was there for him every step of the way. Richie didn’t get charged with vehicular manslaughter because it was a complete accident. Richie was seriously lucky not to be arrested for what happened.
As time moved on they got in with an even more disreputable sort that said he could set them up in NYC and get them a decent job. Thus Richie’s life as a goon for hire began. They worked minor jobs, ripping stores off, collecting debts that hadn’t been paid; the sort of shit you’d see in any generic gangster movie.
He was good at what he did and earned a decent amount of money doing it but most of that was squandered on booze, cigs, gambling and whores. It wasn’t much but Richie enjoyed his life.
History Since Outbreak: After leaving the store he’d just hit, Richie found his brother Tommy and told him what had happened. Tommy figured they had to get out of town and they packed up and hit the road. It was then that the news began spreading about this infection.
They made their way out of NYC as quickly as possible and drifted from place to place, avoiding busy areas, sticking to the woods as much as they could manage. They hunted for food and it was a good job that they knew how to. They’d had to learn after years of feeding themselves since their folks didn’t give a flying fuck. But food soon became harder to hunt as walkers at anything with a pulse.
Richie decided to go out and scavenge some while Tommy rested. Richie found a camp of other survivors sleeping in their tents. They had supplies of food just… laying there. Richie couldn’t help himself. He went back to Tommy with his haul as fast as he could, but didn’t think to cover his tracks well enough for a tracker to not be able to find him. What would the chances be of a tracker being in the group anyway? Especially with the world being the shit show that it now was.
Tommy congratulated Richie on his haul but stopped when noises came from the direction that Richie had. Tommy told Richie to hide up a tree, quickly and quietly, while he dealt with this. Tommy bent down and did his boot lace up.
The survivors weren’t happy, they were a bunch of big guys, angry and mean looking. Tommy tried to diffuse the situation, saying he had nothing but what was on his back and that he was alone. They didn’t believe him. They began to beat on him, Tommy fought as much as he could but was overpowered and outmanned. Richie was too afraid to do anything. He was rooted to the spot in fear. His need for self-preservation won out over his love for his brother. Tommy was a beaten, bloody pulp on the ground.
The guys stole Tommy’s leather jacket and his boots before laughing and making their way off, looking for their stolen goods hidden in a tree log somewhere. After a short while, Richie climbed down and went to Tommy. He wasn’t going to make it. Tommy asked Richie to kill him, he didn’t want to lay here and bleed out, and he didn’t want to become Walker chow while he couldn’t do anything to stop it. The sheer thought of it was terrifying. Richie eventually agreed, albeit reluctantly, to kill Tommy and save him the horror and pain. After all was said and done, Richie grabbed his stuff and left Tommy’s body lying on the forest floor.
Eventually, months later, Richie happened upon the same group that had killed his brother. He recognised his brother’s jacket on one of the fucktards. He decided he wanted them to suffer. He worked his way into the group, he became trusted and part of the group. He hung around with them for a couple months, waiting for the right opportunity.
It finally came in the shape of a herd. The group was aiming to be quiet and avoid drawing attention to themselves. They were hiding in abandoned cars on the highway but Richie had slipped away and hidden up a tree. He had a small bottle of whiskey that he’d been nursing for a month now. He’d planned to drink it when these fuckers were dead but this would be worth it.
He made a makeshift Molotov out of it and threw it on one of the cars near where the rest were hiding. The flames did the rest. The walker herd descending on the men and ripped them apart. This was his life now. Richie knew this was how he would live. Other people were good for nothing but cannon fodder after long. He would use them to get what he wanted and move on. Simple as that.
This routine repeated a lot over the next couple years. Although one particular group really stood out to him. There was a group of three women; one had a fucking katana, one had a blasted bow and the other little one had a fucking AK-47. These were a good, but possibly difficult target. He found them in a wooded area in Georgia.
It took a lot of convincing, especially since the chick with the katana had a serious stick up her ass, but eventually Richie convinced them to let him join their band of merry women. They travelled together for a fortnight and in this time, Richie noticed that the one with the bow had a lingering eye on the katana lover at times. There was a challenge, besides, women couldn’t be queer. It was just a phase.
The katana one, Lauren or Laura or some shit, said he and the bowman were to go on a run for supplies. This was his time to make a move. When they got there, Richie made his advances on her but was soon shot down. No way was it going down like that. He persisted until she had had enough and they began to fight. Richie figured he’d have the upper hand there but the noise of their fight was drawing walkers their way.
A few shuffled into the shop and made towards them both. Richie and Mary, Marie, Maria… something like that, let go of each other and started fighting the walkers off but more kept coming. It was then that Richie realised this was going to end badly for him. He decided that she had to die. Her necklace had got caught on his cuff while they were fighting. As he “struggled” with a walker he let a shot off that grazed her leg. She’d soon be eaten. He popped another round off into the head of the walker he was holding onto and then made a break for it out of the back door.
He made his way back to the other two chicks and told them what happened. Showed them the necklace. The katana chick decided to snatch the necklace away and started telling him to leave. So he did. He took his gear and he left the same way as he’d came. He was a little disappointed he hadn’t been able to land one of them but such was life now. He’d find another, he always did.
He eventually ended up forming a group with some people he seemed to constantly see from a distance and sometimes from nearby. The group grew little by little and eventually became nine. There was nothing but fights and disagreements. This was going to be fun.
Extras
Character Quote: “Step off.”
“Lord almighty.”
“Spare me your bullshit.”
“You gettin’ wise with me?”
Theme Song: This. :D
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: “Fucked if I know.”
How Many People Have You Killed: “I ain’t killed no one, the walkers are the killers here, not me.”
Why: “Why get my own hands dirty when I don’t need to?”
Anything Else: PM'd the GM
*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.
Richard Johnson
" You start the game with a full pot of luck and an empty pot of experience. The objective is to fill the pot of experience before you empty the pot of luck."
⚜ Respects || ☯ Neutral || ☮ Friends || ♫ Best Friends || ♥ Crush || ⚤ Significant Other || § Tense || ☠ Enemies
☯ Leann McCormick ☯
""
Haven’t met yet.
☯ Ashton Holloway ☯
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Haven’t met yet.
☯ Vivian Ormerod ☯
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Haven’t met yet.
☯ Maxine Cross ☯
☯ Siddharth Kumar ☯
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Haven’t met yet.
☯ Meghna Kumar ☯
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Haven’t met yet.
§ James Grady §
"Fucking Banjo Lips better not think I owe him shit..."
Relation details to come in time.
Alicia Gonzalez
"The hottest Beaner that ever made my dick confused. Too bad she's dead."
They never properly got the chance to meet. She yelled at him and fired a bullet that nearly killed him but ultimately saved him. He yelled profanity at her for nearly killing him. He tried to warn her about the Deadbrains. He was too late. She then became dinner to a bunch of Deadbrains.
☯ Caeser Gonzalez ☯
""
Haven’t met yet.
§ Maria Smith §
"Dumb bitch should've just accepted my offer. Shit didn't need to go down the way that it did. She should've stepped off. She'll come crawling back when she's out of her phase. Well that's if the walkers didn't kill her, in which case one less queer in the world ain't something I'm gonna cry myself to sleep at night over."
Richie met Maria, her kid sister and Lorna in Northern Georgia. They were super wary of him at first but he managed to talk them into letting him stick around. He was with them for a couple weeks before he and Maria were sent off on a supply run by Lorna. He'd had his eye on Maria since he found the three girls and waited for the right time to make his moves. So what if she preferred tits and ass to cock and balls? He'd soon change her mind. Too bad shit went sour and he had to let the walkers at her.
☯ Jaime Bishop ☯
"Dirty Sanchez? Eh... He's my, like, last resort meatshield. But that's just because he's good at making shit food edible. That's about it."
Richie is under the impression that Jaime is a near shit useless, border bandit pissant. Literally the only reason that Richie hasn't fed Jaime to the walkers yet is because he can make really bad food bearable to eat. He still hates that he's relying on a dirty beaner though and will happily beat the shit out of Jaime when the opportunity presents itself.
☯ Dexter Sterling ☯
"I barely know fuck all about the kid. He can hunt which means we don't starve. He's smart enough to not get under my skin and that is more than can be said for most assholes in this shithole of a group.
He kinda keeps Sanchez out of my hair here or there. I guess it is nice not to have beanboy always under my feet, stumbling and fumbling to make sure I don't smack him around too much. That's a plus for Dexter in my book, but one that I quickly strike out since he actually fucking interacts with the cunt. I guess he doesn't do it too much though, so I don't feel the need to slap him around for it.
Although, Dexter can be a bit too flighty in the head for my blood. He doesn't seem to be all there, y'know? He's not the worst in the bunch though, that's for sure. Could maybe do with more backbone but not much. I can deal with his crazy shit if he keeps being fairly useful."
Richie has no strong feelings one way or the other for Dexter right now. He's got a basic consideration for him considering how useful he can be but doesn't like the fact that he seems to treat the beaner with respect when they think Richie isn't paying attention. He's pretty neutral on the kid but would be more likely to help him out in a pinch than he'd help some of the others.
§ Kristina Smith §
"She's tiny. She's cute. She hates me. I guess I had that coming since I was the cause of her sisters death and everything but whatever. No skin off my nose. Won't be seeing her again anyway so fuck it."
Richie met Kris, her big sister and Lorna in Northern Georgia. They were super wary of him at first but he managed to talk them into letting him stick around. He was with them for a couple weeks before he and Maria were sent off on a supply run by Lorna. When he returned with the news about Maria, Kris didn't take too kindly to it and seemed to pretty much hate his guts. Another whatever moment really for Richie, just one more poon lost to the apocalypse that he wasn't going to shed a tear over.
⚜§ Lorna Dunn §⚜
"She's mother fucking impressive, I'll give her that much. She's hot in a "she could probably break me in a second" kind of way. She wasn't best pleased with me when I came back with news about Maria and she sent me on my way. That was fine, there was no chance I would stick around and wait to be killed."
Richie met Lorna, Kris and Maria in Northern Georgia. They were super wary of him at first but he managed to talk them into letting him stick around. He was with them for a couple weeks before he and Maria were sent off on a supply run by Lorna. When he returned with the news about Maria, Lorna wasn't happy. She snatched Maria's necklace from Richie and sent him packing.
Name
"Thoughts on person"
Relation Details
Name
"Thoughts on person"
Relation Details
☯ Victoria Taylor ☯
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Haven't met yet.
☯ Jonas Soberano ☯
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Haven't met yet.
☯ Zoie Crawford ☯
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Haven't met yet.
☯ Dr. Victor Bonheur ☯
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Haven't met yet.
Richard Johnson
{"My luck pot likes to fuck with me yet I'm still incredibly unsatisfied. What the fuck?!"}
⚜ Respects ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~ ☮ Friends ~*~ ♫ Best Friends ~*~ ♥ Crush ~*~ ⚤ Significant Other ~*~ § Tense ~*~ ☠ Enemies
⚜|§ Ashton Holloway §|⚜
"The man has been pulled through the mincer and then shat out the other end. He's earned my respect but I'm gonna kick that stick up his ass if he growls at me one more time."
Working side by side has definitely not brought these two men together. Richard respects the shit out of Ashton for keeping everything running over while picking up the shambles that is his life but he doesn't appreciate the shit that Ashton gives him just because his old lady got chomped because she didn't watch her six while shooting at Deaadbrains. Just because he lived due to her actions, didn't make her death his fault. Apparently Ashton disagreed. Granted, Richard hasn't heard this from the man himself but it's the impression he's picked up.
§|☠ James Grady ☠|§
"Fuckin' Banjo Lips better stay the fuck out of my way."
Richard hates how close Zoie and James are. He's not a fan of James's sense of humour much and generally hates the guy in an all around manner. It also doesn't help that he's a fucking child of the Colonel.
§|☠ Kristina Smith ☠|§
"Lil' bitch needs to mind her mouth before I smack it. Oh wait, she's not worth the effort. Nevermind."
Their history isn't something Richard likes to talk about, in fact he downright denies it whenever Kris tries to bring it up. It's just some little girl's word against his and, in this community, if you didn't do it here then it doesn't exist. As Richard pulls his weight around Newnan he isn't questioned directly about his history with Kris. No matter how hard Zoie tried/tries. He does feel sorry for her on his good days but mostly he ignores her existence.
§|♥|⚤ Zoie Crawford ⚤|♥|§
"Well fuck. What do I do about this shitstorm I created?"
Richard absolutely adores Zoie but he's still stuck in his old ways where women are a nice distraction that you can quickly mount and move on from. Zoie is the first woman he's met in a long, long, long time that's held his attention for more than a tumble. He knows he never should have fallen into bed with Astrid, but he's a weak willed man when it comes to alcohol and sex especially when he can't fucking remember how it happened. He never went into it planning to fuck her but it happened and there's nothing he can do to change it now. He just needs to decide if he wants to keep chasing Zoie or if he'll let her hate his guts for the rest of time like every other female left living in the world.
☮ Victor Bonheur ☮
"I fuckin' despise the French, but I like Froggy."
These two are thick as thieves and spend a lot of their downtime together despite what happened between Richard and Zoie. Richard uses Victor as a means of gauging what level of chance he has left with Zoie and always picks his brain about his Daisy Duke. Unfortunately that usually leads to Victor chastising Richard and then the two of them not speaking for the rest of the day/night but unlike Zoie and Richard's falling out, these ones only last until the next morning.
☯ Sophia Harris ☯
"Madame Hook the Maimed? Meh."
Richard only knows who this girl is because she's missing her hand and because she's friends with Nattering Neisha. He couldn't care one way or the other about Sophia.
Symbol Tatiana Korvo Symbol
"Thoughts on person"
Relation Details
☯ Bridgette Vinters ☯
"She's nice to look at from a distance but I can't say I want to put my dick in the cesspool of a mouth of hers."
Richard and Bridgette get on okay and despite his own foul mouth, Bridgette's puts Richard to shame. He likes the way she handles herself and the fact she's a blacksmith is pretty cool but they've not had much interaction beyond that so he's not got a proper opinion on the girl just yet.
§ Astrid Hansen §
"I, uh, gotta go..."
After the drunken fuck-mble, Richard has kept his distance from Astrid. He doesn't even have the satisfaction of remembering the, what he's sure was, violent and amazing sex so it makes his discomfort with the woman even more. He doesn't even know if he could fucking perform thanks to the alcohol in his system and it ain't exactly a question he can just walk up and ask her... Yeah, safe to say he avoids her at all times possible.
☮|♫ Agnes Brynja Johannsson ♫|☮
"She's a tough son of a fucking bitch and she's good for my Daisy Duke."
During a different and separate night of drunken shit, Bryn and Richard had a hell of a heart to heart. This was before things went to shit with Zoie though. After their one on one conversation, he swore the girl was mute before this, they got real friendly and close but not in the usual flirty way Richard would usually do but like they were siblings. Honestly, she reminds him of Tommy, just a little less chatty. Since shit hit the fan with Zoie though, Bryn has been somewhat standoffish with him, like she is with everyone else so their friendship was clearly affected by the actions of his drunken self. After kicking himself over Zoie's hatred for him, Richard regrets losing the friendship with Bryn second most.
☮|☯ Niesha Burkstien ☯|☮
"She's a little gob shite but her heart is in the right place. Too bad she's ginger though."
Surprisingly enough, despite Froggy's very clear dislike towards the young woman, Richard doesn't have much against her except for her hair colour. She's got a weird way of going about her crazy shit and needs to learn to not have motormouth but she does mean well by what she's trying to do. Richard gets that, even if some people don't. They both work engineering so he's spoken with her a little and has started to kind of like her even if he doesn't entirely admit it to anyone. He's hated enough as it is, he doesn't need others hating him more for being the local dick talking to the local bitch. Titles courtesy of Newnan population.
Symbol Jack Hudson Symbol
"Thoughts on person"
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Symbol Ryan O'Reily Symbol
"Thoughts on person"
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"The man has been pulled through the mincer and then shat out the other end. He's earned my respect but I'm gonna kick that stick up his ass if he growls at me one more time."
Working side by side has definitely not brought these two men together. Richard respects the shit out of Ashton for keeping everything running over while picking up the shambles that is his life but he doesn't appreciate the shit that Ashton gives him just because his old lady got chomped because she didn't watch her six while shooting at Deaadbrains. Just because he lived due to her actions, didn't make her death his fault. Apparently Ashton disagreed. Granted, Richard hasn't heard this from the man himself but it's the impression he's picked up.
§|☠ James Grady ☠|§
"Fuckin' Banjo Lips better stay the fuck out of my way."
Richard hates how close Zoie and James are. He's not a fan of James's sense of humour much and generally hates the guy in an all around manner. It also doesn't help that he's a fucking child of the Colonel.
§|☠ Kristina Smith ☠|§
"Lil' bitch needs to mind her mouth before I smack it. Oh wait, she's not worth the effort. Nevermind."
Their history isn't something Richard likes to talk about, in fact he downright denies it whenever Kris tries to bring it up. It's just some little girl's word against his and, in this community, if you didn't do it here then it doesn't exist. As Richard pulls his weight around Newnan he isn't questioned directly about his history with Kris. No matter how hard Zoie tried/tries. He does feel sorry for her on his good days but mostly he ignores her existence.
§|♥|⚤ Zoie Crawford ⚤|♥|§
"Well fuck. What do I do about this shitstorm I created?"
Richard absolutely adores Zoie but he's still stuck in his old ways where women are a nice distraction that you can quickly mount and move on from. Zoie is the first woman he's met in a long, long, long time that's held his attention for more than a tumble. He knows he never should have fallen into bed with Astrid, but he's a weak willed man when it comes to alcohol and sex especially when he can't fucking remember how it happened. He never went into it planning to fuck her but it happened and there's nothing he can do to change it now. He just needs to decide if he wants to keep chasing Zoie or if he'll let her hate his guts for the rest of time like every other female left living in the world.
☮ Victor Bonheur ☮
"I fuckin' despise the French, but I like Froggy."
These two are thick as thieves and spend a lot of their downtime together despite what happened between Richard and Zoie. Richard uses Victor as a means of gauging what level of chance he has left with Zoie and always picks his brain about his Daisy Duke. Unfortunately that usually leads to Victor chastising Richard and then the two of them not speaking for the rest of the day/night but unlike Zoie and Richard's falling out, these ones only last until the next morning.
☯ Sophia Harris ☯
"Madame Hook the Maimed? Meh."
Richard only knows who this girl is because she's missing her hand and because she's friends with Nattering Neisha. He couldn't care one way or the other about Sophia.
Symbol Tatiana Korvo Symbol
"Thoughts on person"
Relation Details
☯ Bridgette Vinters ☯
"She's nice to look at from a distance but I can't say I want to put my dick in the cesspool of a mouth of hers."
Richard and Bridgette get on okay and despite his own foul mouth, Bridgette's puts Richard to shame. He likes the way she handles herself and the fact she's a blacksmith is pretty cool but they've not had much interaction beyond that so he's not got a proper opinion on the girl just yet.
§ Astrid Hansen §
"I, uh, gotta go..."
After the drunken fuck-mble, Richard has kept his distance from Astrid. He doesn't even have the satisfaction of remembering the, what he's sure was, violent and amazing sex so it makes his discomfort with the woman even more. He doesn't even know if he could fucking perform thanks to the alcohol in his system and it ain't exactly a question he can just walk up and ask her... Yeah, safe to say he avoids her at all times possible.
☮|♫ Agnes Brynja Johannsson ♫|☮
"She's a tough son of a fucking bitch and she's good for my Daisy Duke."
During a different and separate night of drunken shit, Bryn and Richard had a hell of a heart to heart. This was before things went to shit with Zoie though. After their one on one conversation, he swore the girl was mute before this, they got real friendly and close but not in the usual flirty way Richard would usually do but like they were siblings. Honestly, she reminds him of Tommy, just a little less chatty. Since shit hit the fan with Zoie though, Bryn has been somewhat standoffish with him, like she is with everyone else so their friendship was clearly affected by the actions of his drunken self. After kicking himself over Zoie's hatred for him, Richard regrets losing the friendship with Bryn second most.
☮|☯ Niesha Burkstien ☯|☮
"She's a little gob shite but her heart is in the right place. Too bad she's ginger though."
Surprisingly enough, despite Froggy's very clear dislike towards the young woman, Richard doesn't have much against her except for her hair colour. She's got a weird way of going about her crazy shit and needs to learn to not have motormouth but she does mean well by what she's trying to do. Richard gets that, even if some people don't. They both work engineering so he's spoken with her a little and has started to kind of like her even if he doesn't entirely admit it to anyone. He's hated enough as it is, he doesn't need others hating him more for being the local dick talking to the local bitch. Titles courtesy of Newnan population.
Symbol Jack Hudson Symbol
"Thoughts on person"
Relation Details
Symbol Ryan O'Reily Symbol
"Thoughts on person"
Relation Details
Richard "Dick" Johnson
{"Fuck off."}
║ ☯ Neutral ║ ✿ Friend ║ ❅ BFF ║ ♡ Infatuation ║ ❤ Love ║
║ ❦ Considered Family ║ ☣ Tense ║ ☢ Dislikes ║ ☠ Enemy ║
║ ⚜ Respects ║ ⚤ Significant Other ║ § It's Complicated ║
⚜☣ "Captain" Ashton Holloway ☣⚜
"You know what hell I'm going through, so get the fuck off my back."
It's safe to say that these two men are not friends. Nor are they even acquaintances. Things are tense between the two as a lot of people have a lot of problems with Richard and Ash has to deal with it when the complaints, or Dick, become too much. Despite their inability to see eye to eye, Richard respects Ash as a man.
☣☢ James "Banjo Lips/Black Thunder" Grady ☢☣
"The fuck I want to do with this Mississippi tree emblem? Get the fuck out my face."
They're not going to be playing the three legged race together during sports day, that's for sure.
☣ Kristina "Lil Bitch" Smith ☣
"Well the lil bitch still wants to kill me. Good. You'll need that hatred in this world."
Richard will never admit it aloud but he knows he deserves the hatred that Kris has for him. Things are always going to be tense with her and Richard can live with that. Not like he really cares anyway.
⚜☣❅ Dr. Victor "Froggy" Bonheur ❅☣⚜
"Fucking Froggy, I love you man but you have got to fuck off outta mah business."
These two have been through a lot together, the loss of Zoie being the biggest of the lot. Where Victor has tried to mend and move on, Richard has done nothing but self destruct. Victor has tried to convince Richard to get out of his own head but this has caused some serious issues between the two. Tension is an understatement when these two are in a room together these days.
☯☣ Tatiana "Twinkle Toes" Korvo ☣☯
"The fairy act is fine but keep your fucking happily ever after out of my way."
Richard has nothing against Tatiana exactly, just her happiness. He knows, in his calmer moments, that this isn't her fault. But when he sees her and Jack together? (Which is a fucking LOT.) Nah. Dick don't have time for that shit. Where's the fucking booze? FUCK.
⚜☣§ Bryn "Bitch Tits" Johannsson §☣⚜
"Nah. She knows where the fuck I am if she wants to talk fucking sense."
These two used to be thick as thieves but after Zoie's death things went bad. Neither like to talk about it much but something bad went down about a month after that day and everything changed between them.
⚜☯ Niesha "Scuttle Butt" Burkstien ☯⚜
"We don't talk but bitch has got guts."
After hearing about what Neisha did for Froggy in the worst day of Richard's life, Richard began to respect Neisha even more than he did before. They're not on friendly terms but at least there doesn't seem to be any animosity. At least not on Richard's side.
☣ Raymond "Hop-Along" Mendoza ☣
"You ain't barely worth my time, away and play with your little distraction."
Dick has some serious underlying jealousy for Ray. Froggy and Ray have gotten closer than he and Froggy are lately and it cuts Richard deep. Couple it with the fact that Ray is all loved the fuck up with his woman? Richard really isn't in the Team Ray camp.
☣ Jack "Whiplash" Hudson ☣
"Keep your little music box reject and your frilly, foofy bullshit away from me."
There's a shit ton of jealousy here same as Richard has with Ray. Granted, no one really knows the real reason but it's safe enough to guess at. But beyond this issue, Jack was a former cop. Richard is a former thug. You do the math.
☠☣ Ryan "Shit Stain" O'Reily ☣☠
"Tell me what you fucking know so I can kill you already."
Ryan knows more about Zoie than anyone and this really rubs Richard the wrong way. This is beyond just simple hatred, this is to the level of sheer obsession. He wants nothing and everything to do with Ryan and Richard has no idea how to handle this. He doesn't know if it's a blessing or a curse that he lives in the same house as Ryan right now.
☯☣ Tiffany "Crutch" Lyle ☣☯
"Hardly know her but fuck her happiness and her shit brain of a three quarter man."
Dislike by proxy is pretty much the best explanation of how Richard thinks of Tiffany. They've not much interaction with each other in general so besides her relationship status and other half, Richard has nothing against her.
☯ Amelia "A mile o' what?" Payne ☯
"Who?"
Richard has hardly dealt with Amelia, so much so he barely even recognises her name. It always takes him some time to recall which face she is in the ever growing crowd of Newnan.
✿ Schrödinger ✿
"Furry little shit."
This damn fucking cat is the only living thing that Dick completely trusts right now.
☣ Meghna "Gobshite o' Cinnamon" Kumar ☣
"Bitch take a fucking number, alrigh'?"
This cinnamon reject bitch doesn't even fucking know him and yet she treats him like shit that isn't worthy to be on the bottom of her boot? Nah, fuck off with your self-righteous, listening to second hand gossip ass and shove it in a Deadbrain's fucking oozing mouth bitch.
☯⚜ Ciel "Lil Bit" Jaquith ⚜☯
"Kid has guts."
Richard doesn't know much about Ciel but he respects the kid. He knows it takes a lot to survive in this world and the fact that this little dude has lasted this long and mostly by himself? Kudos, lil bit.
§/♡ Sana "Still Not Her" Rouen ♡\§
"She'll never be her."
Sana is both the best and worst thing that could have came into Richard's life after Zoie's untimely, unavoidable death. She is so much like her and yet, she isn't. In his "fuck the world" moments he treats Sana like absolute shit and when he calms down he knows that she doesn't deserve it. He overcompensates in his better moments and becomes overbearingly clingy with her and he honestly doesn't know how she puts up with his shit and doesn't tell him to run into a herd head first. He doesn't deserve her attention and he knows it. He still feels guilty in the rare moments when he feels normal again in her company... He feels like he's cheating on Zoie.
☯ Beatrice "Bit o' Ass" Decker ☯
"Lets not make this a regular habit."
Six months after Zoie's death, Richard hit a really hard moment with Froggy and was missing Zoie something fierce. Sana had sent him off as he was taking it out on her but he needed a release. He happened upon Bea and then the next morning he woke up in Bea's bed in a less than dressed manner. It was an entirely hit it or quit it kind of deal. He doesn't really have any feelings for Bea. It just is what it is - nothing.
☯⚜ Riley "Rile 'em Up" Ridgeway ⚜☯
"She's alrigh'."
Not being one to have friends, Richard at least respects Riley's ability to not take shit from anyone and to not care what people think of her. They have an odd drink here or there and actually have the odd small talk when he's not drunk. She's okay in his books.
☯ Chloe "She Gets It" Ridgeway ☯
"Seen her kind many times before, hell, I've been her kind. Nice to have someone that doesn't want to see me dead."
They don't interact much in public but when they're in the same room it doesn't seem as chilly or "death-threaten-y" as when Richard is with some of the others. He actually doesn't mind sharing the same space with her and is quite glad she's around, especially since he's sharing the digs with not only her, but Ryan too. When she's around Dick wants to kill Ryan a little quicker, rather than dragging his death out so that clearly shows something positive. He's got a soft spot for Chloe but won't openly show it, at least not on purpose. He knows what she's going through but also knows that she'll get through it.
"You know what hell I'm going through, so get the fuck off my back."
It's safe to say that these two men are not friends. Nor are they even acquaintances. Things are tense between the two as a lot of people have a lot of problems with Richard and Ash has to deal with it when the complaints, or Dick, become too much. Despite their inability to see eye to eye, Richard respects Ash as a man.
☣☢ James "Banjo Lips/Black Thunder" Grady ☢☣
"The fuck I want to do with this Mississippi tree emblem? Get the fuck out my face."
They're not going to be playing the three legged race together during sports day, that's for sure.
☣ Kristina "Lil Bitch" Smith ☣
"Well the lil bitch still wants to kill me. Good. You'll need that hatred in this world."
Richard will never admit it aloud but he knows he deserves the hatred that Kris has for him. Things are always going to be tense with her and Richard can live with that. Not like he really cares anyway.
⚜☣❅ Dr. Victor "Froggy" Bonheur ❅☣⚜
"Fucking Froggy, I love you man but you have got to fuck off outta mah business."
These two have been through a lot together, the loss of Zoie being the biggest of the lot. Where Victor has tried to mend and move on, Richard has done nothing but self destruct. Victor has tried to convince Richard to get out of his own head but this has caused some serious issues between the two. Tension is an understatement when these two are in a room together these days.
☯☣ Tatiana "Twinkle Toes" Korvo ☣☯
"The fairy act is fine but keep your fucking happily ever after out of my way."
Richard has nothing against Tatiana exactly, just her happiness. He knows, in his calmer moments, that this isn't her fault. But when he sees her and Jack together? (Which is a fucking LOT.) Nah. Dick don't have time for that shit. Where's the fucking booze? FUCK.
⚜☣§ Bryn "Bitch Tits" Johannsson §☣⚜
"Nah. She knows where the fuck I am if she wants to talk fucking sense."
These two used to be thick as thieves but after Zoie's death things went bad. Neither like to talk about it much but something bad went down about a month after that day and everything changed between them.
⚜☯ Niesha "Scuttle Butt" Burkstien ☯⚜
"We don't talk but bitch has got guts."
After hearing about what Neisha did for Froggy in the worst day of Richard's life, Richard began to respect Neisha even more than he did before. They're not on friendly terms but at least there doesn't seem to be any animosity. At least not on Richard's side.
☣ Raymond "Hop-Along" Mendoza ☣
"You ain't barely worth my time, away and play with your little distraction."
Dick has some serious underlying jealousy for Ray. Froggy and Ray have gotten closer than he and Froggy are lately and it cuts Richard deep. Couple it with the fact that Ray is all loved the fuck up with his woman? Richard really isn't in the Team Ray camp.
☣ Jack "Whiplash" Hudson ☣
"Keep your little music box reject and your frilly, foofy bullshit away from me."
There's a shit ton of jealousy here same as Richard has with Ray. Granted, no one really knows the real reason but it's safe enough to guess at. But beyond this issue, Jack was a former cop. Richard is a former thug. You do the math.
☠☣ Ryan "Shit Stain" O'Reily ☣☠
"Tell me what you fucking know so I can kill you already."
Ryan knows more about Zoie than anyone and this really rubs Richard the wrong way. This is beyond just simple hatred, this is to the level of sheer obsession. He wants nothing and everything to do with Ryan and Richard has no idea how to handle this. He doesn't know if it's a blessing or a curse that he lives in the same house as Ryan right now.
☯☣ Tiffany "Crutch" Lyle ☣☯
"Hardly know her but fuck her happiness and her shit brain of a three quarter man."
Dislike by proxy is pretty much the best explanation of how Richard thinks of Tiffany. They've not much interaction with each other in general so besides her relationship status and other half, Richard has nothing against her.
☯ Amelia "A mile o' what?" Payne ☯
"Who?"
Richard has hardly dealt with Amelia, so much so he barely even recognises her name. It always takes him some time to recall which face she is in the ever growing crowd of Newnan.
✿ Schrödinger ✿
"Furry little shit."
This damn fucking cat is the only living thing that Dick completely trusts right now.
☣ Meghna "Gobshite o' Cinnamon" Kumar ☣
"Bitch take a fucking number, alrigh'?"
This cinnamon reject bitch doesn't even fucking know him and yet she treats him like shit that isn't worthy to be on the bottom of her boot? Nah, fuck off with your self-righteous, listening to second hand gossip ass and shove it in a Deadbrain's fucking oozing mouth bitch.
☯⚜ Ciel "Lil Bit" Jaquith ⚜☯
"Kid has guts."
Richard doesn't know much about Ciel but he respects the kid. He knows it takes a lot to survive in this world and the fact that this little dude has lasted this long and mostly by himself? Kudos, lil bit.
§/♡ Sana "Still Not Her" Rouen ♡\§
"She'll never be her."
Sana is both the best and worst thing that could have came into Richard's life after Zoie's untimely, unavoidable death. She is so much like her and yet, she isn't. In his "fuck the world" moments he treats Sana like absolute shit and when he calms down he knows that she doesn't deserve it. He overcompensates in his better moments and becomes overbearingly clingy with her and he honestly doesn't know how she puts up with his shit and doesn't tell him to run into a herd head first. He doesn't deserve her attention and he knows it. He still feels guilty in the rare moments when he feels normal again in her company... He feels like he's cheating on Zoie.
☯ Beatrice "Bit o' Ass" Decker ☯
"Lets not make this a regular habit."
Six months after Zoie's death, Richard hit a really hard moment with Froggy and was missing Zoie something fierce. Sana had sent him off as he was taking it out on her but he needed a release. He happened upon Bea and then the next morning he woke up in Bea's bed in a less than dressed manner. It was an entirely hit it or quit it kind of deal. He doesn't really have any feelings for Bea. It just is what it is - nothing.
☯⚜ Riley "Rile 'em Up" Ridgeway ⚜☯
"She's alrigh'."
Not being one to have friends, Richard at least respects Riley's ability to not take shit from anyone and to not care what people think of her. They have an odd drink here or there and actually have the odd small talk when he's not drunk. She's okay in his books.
☯ Chloe "She Gets It" Ridgeway ☯
"Seen her kind many times before, hell, I've been her kind. Nice to have someone that doesn't want to see me dead."
They don't interact much in public but when they're in the same room it doesn't seem as chilly or "death-threaten-y" as when Richard is with some of the others. He actually doesn't mind sharing the same space with her and is quite glad she's around, especially since he's sharing the digs with not only her, but Ryan too. When she's around Dick wants to kill Ryan a little quicker, rather than dragging his death out so that clearly shows something positive. He's got a soft spot for Chloe but won't openly show it, at least not on purpose. He knows what she's going through but also knows that she'll get through it.
@Lady Amalthea
1) I couldn't resist! It means I can play him more smooth like. (It was almost Bruce Willis btw)
2) Hey, he's racist but he's also a sexist prick. If he thinks he can score, he'll do it.
3) I KNOW! I need to sort that out with @Sigil really soon. :P
4) Yes please. Asshole Group Numero Uno, por favor.
5) LOL! I'm sorry. The name was too perfect though... Dick "Dickie" Dickson #sorrynotsorry :D
Also woot, I shall move this mofo to the Character tab.
1) I couldn't resist! It means I can play him more smooth like. (It was almost Bruce Willis btw)
2) Hey, he's racist but he's also a sexist prick. If he thinks he can score, he'll do it.
3) I KNOW! I need to sort that out with @Sigil really soon. :P
4) Yes please. Asshole Group Numero Uno, por favor.
5) LOL! I'm sorry. The name was too perfect though... Dick "Dickie" Dickson #sorrynotsorry :D
Also woot, I shall move this mofo to the Character tab.
@Sigil Weeeeeeell... not quite. But kinda, yes. You're right. XD
Okay so... here goes.
Name: Richard Johnson
Aliases: Richie, Dick, “Skidmark”.
Age: 28
Birthday: Not important
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Prattville, Alabama
Location: New York City, New York
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: Goon, Street Thug, Biker
Languages: English and bad English
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 225lbs
Build: Muscular and toned
Eyes: Light blue
Hair: Dirty blonde
Skin Tone: Lightly tanned tone
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: He has a tombstone tattoo on his right forearm with the name of his best friend that died because of his actions during a job pre-outbreak, he has a tattoo on his left forearm of the name of his brother (Thomas) which runs down the length from elbow to wrist, there is another tattoo on his right shoulder blade of a pair of roses with one having petals of red and the other having black. He has countless scars all over his body but the most notable one is a scar that runs from under his right pectoral down to his hip bone from a motorcycle accident. The same accident gave him the circular scar on the front and back of his left thigh. He also has some small noticeable scars on his face from various fist fights but none are particularly exceptional fortunately.
Sexuality: Straight as a board
Relationship Status: N/A
Personality: Richard is not the most lovable type of person once you see his true colours. He’s the kind of guy that can easily rub a person the wrong way just by breathing once you get to really know him. He has a smug, self-serving attitude around him and it tends to make people very wary of him even if he can talk his way in. As he’s a very meticulous kind of person, he’s constantly thinking and working out different scenarios in his head.
He’s got a hell of a temper but you won’t ever know that until it’s too late. He’s got a voice that’d melt butter and looks to boot. He can worm himself into anywhere or anyone. He likes a challenge and doesn’t ever back down from a fight. He calculates everything that he does and has gotten particularly good at covering his tracks as time has went on with this world. He is just one of those guys that you don’t think you should trust, but can’t help giving him the chance when he knocks the door to come in.
Habits: He frowns a lot when he thinks, he cracks his knuckles just in general, he spits randomly on the ground on purpose when talking to people and picks his teeth with his nails after a meal.
Hobbies: Biking, gambling, drinking, smoking
Fears: (Other than infection and an early death.)
Likes:
Dislikes:
Pre Outbreak Skills:
Post Outbreak Skills:
Current Supplies:
Your First Walker Encounter:
History Before Outbreak:
History Since Outbreak:
Character Quote: “Step off.”
“Lord almighty.”
“Spare me your bullshit.”
“You gettin’ wise with me?”
Theme Song: This. :D
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: “Fucked if I know.”
How Many People Have You Killed: “I ain’t killed no one, the walkers are the killers here, not me.”
Why: “Why get my own hands dirty when I don’t need to?”
Anything Else: PM'd the GM
*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.
Richard Johnson
Character Summary
Name: Richard Johnson
Aliases: Richie, Dick, “Skidmark”.
Age: 28
Birthday: Not important
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Prattville, Alabama
Location: New York City, New York
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: Goon, Street Thug, Biker
Languages: English and bad English
Appearance
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 225lbs
Build: Muscular and toned
Eyes: Light blue
Hair: Dirty blonde
Skin Tone: Lightly tanned tone
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: He has a tombstone tattoo on his right forearm with the name of his best friend that died because of his actions during a job pre-outbreak, he has a tattoo on his left forearm of the name of his brother (Thomas) which runs down the length from elbow to wrist, there is another tattoo on his right shoulder blade of a pair of roses with one having petals of red and the other having black. He has countless scars all over his body but the most notable one is a scar that runs from under his right pectoral down to his hip bone from a motorcycle accident. The same accident gave him the circular scar on the front and back of his left thigh. He also has some small noticeable scars on his face from various fist fights but none are particularly exceptional fortunately.
Psychology
Charismatic * Devious * Scrupulous * Sordid
Sexuality: Straight as a board
Relationship Status: N/A
Personality: Richard is not the most lovable type of person once you see his true colours. He’s the kind of guy that can easily rub a person the wrong way just by breathing once you get to really know him. He has a smug, self-serving attitude around him and it tends to make people very wary of him even if he can talk his way in. As he’s a very meticulous kind of person, he’s constantly thinking and working out different scenarios in his head.
He’s got a hell of a temper but you won’t ever know that until it’s too late. He’s got a voice that’d melt butter and looks to boot. He can worm himself into anywhere or anyone. He likes a challenge and doesn’t ever back down from a fight. He calculates everything that he does and has gotten particularly good at covering his tracks as time has went on with this world. He is just one of those guys that you don’t think you should trust, but can’t help giving him the chance when he knocks the door to come in.
Habits: He frowns a lot when he thinks, he cracks his knuckles just in general, he spits randomly on the ground on purpose when talking to people and picks his teeth with his nails after a meal.
Hobbies: Biking, gambling, drinking, smoking
Fears: (Other than infection and an early death.)
- Being mauled by a wild animal
- Spiders – disgusting little shits
- The day he can no longer drive a bike
Likes:
- Gambling
- Drinking
- Smoking
- Adult “relations” – Especially one that’s a challenge to get
- Biking
- Meat
Dislikes:
- Spiders
- Queers
- Ethnics
- Wild animals that have the ability to eat him
- Not having a smoke
- Weakness
Cards On The Table
Pre Outbreak Skills:
- Car and Motorcycle Maintenance and Use
- Shotguns – Weapon of choice as a goon
- Street fighting
- People reading – from years of poker playing
- Enhanced strength – 10 years of weight lifting does that to a person
Post Outbreak Skills:
- Hunting
- Survival skills
- Pistols
- Knives
- Wilderness Evasion (basically covering his tracks)
Current Supplies:
- Current Clothing – slate grey denim jeans, stained white t-shirt, navy blue plaid shirt with long sleeves, black hoodie, leather vest with his biker patches on it, thick grey boot socks, black studded biker boots.
- Worn brown leather backpack
- Hip flask with moonshine x1
- 500ml plastic bottles filled with water x3
- Tins of food x4
- Basic survival kit – 1x box of matches (13 left), wire, 1x roll of duct tape, 1x small bag cotton wool, 2x sheets of adhesive gauze, 1x antiseptic wipe, gas lighter (half full), 1x sheet of aspirin.
- Short Barreled Shotgun – Ammo: 7 shells total (2 loaded, 5 spare)
- .38 Smith and Wesson Pistol – Ammo: 9 rounds total (6 loaded, 3 spare)
- 9mm Sturm Ruger and Co Pistol 15 round magazine – Ammo: 25 rounds total (15 loaded, box with 10 rounds in it)
- Hunting Knife
History
Your First Walker Encounter:
Richie was in the middle of knocking over a convenience store, shotgun in hand, when he first saw a walker. The owner was behind the desk, Richie’s barrel pointed straight at his chest, as he grabbed bill after bill and shoved them into the duffle bag that had been thrown at him across the counter.
He was distracted and kept peering out the windows, checking to see if the cops were nearby. The owner moved to zip the bag up when Richie demanded he put cartons of cigarettes into the bag as well. He was shouting at the owner so he hadn’t heard the shuffling and groaning from the back room. The owner, having now spotted what was his shelf boy, screamed in terror as the kid lunged at Richie from behind.
If it weren’t for his vest, Richie never would have made it out of that store. He swung an elbow round and clocked the kid square on the temple, knocking him into a magazine rack. That didn’t stop him for long. Turning round now, the shotgun facing towards the kid, Richie threatened him and told him to step off. The kid didn’t listen. Richie didn’t want to but he had to. The kid lunged at Richie again and the shot rang out in the store. The shot hit the kid from about a foot away and knocked him back a few steps.
He didn’t stop coming. His chest was fucking mincemeat! The kid was snarling and clawing at the air as he ran towards Richie again. He had no choice. Richie aimed higher and shot the kid square in the face. The kid smacked backwards onto the ground. Blood and brain matter had sprayed everywhere. Richie turned round, grabbed the duffle bag and made a run for it out of the store and didn’t look back.
He was distracted and kept peering out the windows, checking to see if the cops were nearby. The owner moved to zip the bag up when Richie demanded he put cartons of cigarettes into the bag as well. He was shouting at the owner so he hadn’t heard the shuffling and groaning from the back room. The owner, having now spotted what was his shelf boy, screamed in terror as the kid lunged at Richie from behind.
If it weren’t for his vest, Richie never would have made it out of that store. He swung an elbow round and clocked the kid square on the temple, knocking him into a magazine rack. That didn’t stop him for long. Turning round now, the shotgun facing towards the kid, Richie threatened him and told him to step off. The kid didn’t listen. Richie didn’t want to but he had to. The kid lunged at Richie again and the shot rang out in the store. The shot hit the kid from about a foot away and knocked him back a few steps.
He didn’t stop coming. His chest was fucking mincemeat! The kid was snarling and clawing at the air as he ran towards Richie again. He had no choice. Richie aimed higher and shot the kid square in the face. The kid smacked backwards onto the ground. Blood and brain matter had sprayed everywhere. Richie turned round, grabbed the duffle bag and made a run for it out of the store and didn’t look back.
History Before Outbreak:
He was born in a place called Prattville, Alabama. His dad was a drunk, his mother didn’t give a rat’s ass. His big brother raised him and took care of him. Thomas was only five years older than Richie but he seemed much older. They were lucky not to be taken away by social services but no one around Prattville even cared. They were all the same; drunks, junkies, whores, wasters and criminals. No one cared about anyone but themselves around there.
As kids they basically got themselves into all sorts of shit and ended up running with the wrong crowd. Richie was always into his cars and motorcycles and stole more than his fair share of each, breaking them down for parts and building them back up again. Richie also grew sick of relying on his brother for protection when he got into fights so he began weightlifting at around age fifteen.
He even managed to make his first real friend after beating him up over a game of baseball. His name was Tony. They got on like a house on fire and were pretty much inseparable after that. Tommy actually got a little jealous until he got to know Tony too and the three of them became quite a team until the worst came to pass.
Tony and Richie were bored one day and decided it’d be fun to ride one of the motorcycles through some disused fields. It’d be fun, Tony said. So they made out and began messing around; Richie driving and Tony as the passenger.
Richie decided to go through a field that led towards the forest edge. He shouldn’t have done that. There was a rabbit burrow that the front wheel ploughed into it and sent Tony and Richie flying forward. The next thing Richie knew, he was in a hospital bed. He could barely move, it hurt to breathe and his vision was blurry. When he was fully awake and not high on pain meds, Richie found out that Tony was dead. He’d killed his best friend, even if it was an accident it didn’t matter, that weight rested on Richie’s heart heavily.
He was in hospital for six months healing and had to go through a long stint of physical therapy. Tommy was there for him every step of the way. Richie didn’t get charged with vehicular manslaughter because it was a complete accident. Richie was seriously lucky not to be arrested for what happened.
As time moved on they got in with an even more disreputable sort that said he could set them up in NYC and get them a decent job. Thus Richie’s life as a goon for hire began. They worked minor jobs, ripping stores off, collecting debts that hadn’t been paid; the sort of shit you’d see in any generic gangster movie.
He was good at what he did and earned a decent amount of money doing it but most of that was squandered on booze, cigs, gambling and whores. It wasn’t much but Richie enjoyed his life.
As kids they basically got themselves into all sorts of shit and ended up running with the wrong crowd. Richie was always into his cars and motorcycles and stole more than his fair share of each, breaking them down for parts and building them back up again. Richie also grew sick of relying on his brother for protection when he got into fights so he began weightlifting at around age fifteen.
He even managed to make his first real friend after beating him up over a game of baseball. His name was Tony. They got on like a house on fire and were pretty much inseparable after that. Tommy actually got a little jealous until he got to know Tony too and the three of them became quite a team until the worst came to pass.
Tony and Richie were bored one day and decided it’d be fun to ride one of the motorcycles through some disused fields. It’d be fun, Tony said. So they made out and began messing around; Richie driving and Tony as the passenger.
Richie decided to go through a field that led towards the forest edge. He shouldn’t have done that. There was a rabbit burrow that the front wheel ploughed into it and sent Tony and Richie flying forward. The next thing Richie knew, he was in a hospital bed. He could barely move, it hurt to breathe and his vision was blurry. When he was fully awake and not high on pain meds, Richie found out that Tony was dead. He’d killed his best friend, even if it was an accident it didn’t matter, that weight rested on Richie’s heart heavily.
He was in hospital for six months healing and had to go through a long stint of physical therapy. Tommy was there for him every step of the way. Richie didn’t get charged with vehicular manslaughter because it was a complete accident. Richie was seriously lucky not to be arrested for what happened.
As time moved on they got in with an even more disreputable sort that said he could set them up in NYC and get them a decent job. Thus Richie’s life as a goon for hire began. They worked minor jobs, ripping stores off, collecting debts that hadn’t been paid; the sort of shit you’d see in any generic gangster movie.
He was good at what he did and earned a decent amount of money doing it but most of that was squandered on booze, cigs, gambling and whores. It wasn’t much but Richie enjoyed his life.
History Since Outbreak:
After leaving the store he’d just hit, Richie found his brother Tommy and told him what had happened. Tommy figured they had to get out of town and they packed up and hit the road. It was then that the news began spreading about this infection.
They made their way out of NYC as quickly as possible and drifted from place to place, avoiding busy areas, sticking to the woods as much as they could manage. They hunted for food and it was a good job that they knew how to. They’d had to learn after years of feeding themselves since their folks didn’t give a flying fuck. But food soon became harder to hunt as walkers at anything with a pulse.
Richie decided to go out and scavenge some while Tommy rested. Richie found a camp of other survivors sleeping in their tents. They had supplies of food just… laying there. Richie couldn’t help himself. He went back to Tommy with his haul as fast as he could, but didn’t think to cover his tracks well enough for a tracker to not be able to find him. What would the chances be of a tracker being in the group anyway? Especially with the world being the shit show that it now was.
Tommy congratulated Richie on his haul but stopped when noises came from the direction that Richie had. Tommy told Richie to hide up a tree, quickly and quietly, while he dealt with this. Tommy bent down and did his boot lace up.
The survivors weren’t happy, they were a bunch of big guys, angry and mean looking. Tommy tried to diffuse the situation, saying he had nothing but what was on his back and that he was alone. They didn’t believe him. They began to beat on him, Tommy fought as much as he could but was overpowered and outmanned. Richie was too afraid to do anything. He was rooted to the spot in fear. His need for self-preservation won out over his love for his brother. Tommy was a beaten, bloody pulp on the ground.
The guys stole Tommy’s leather jacket and his boots before laughing and making their way off, looking for their stolen goods hidden in a tree log somewhere. After a short while, Richie climbed down and went to Tommy. He wasn’t going to make it. Tommy asked Richie to kill him, he didn’t want to lay here and bleed out, and he didn’t want to become Walker chow while he couldn’t do anything to stop it. The sheer thought of it was terrifying. Richie eventually agreed, albeit reluctantly, to kill Tommy and save him the horror and pain. After all was said and done, Richie grabbed his stuff and left Tommy’s body lying on the forest floor.
Eventually, months later, Richie happened upon the same group that had killed his brother. He recognised his brother’s jacket on one of the fucktards. He decided he wanted them to suffer. He worked his way into the group, he became trusted and part of the group. He hung around with them for a couple months, waiting for the right opportunity.
It finally came in the shape of a herd. The group was aiming to be quiet and avoid drawing attention to themselves. They were hiding in abandoned cars on the highway but Richie had slipped away and hidden up a tree. He had a small bottle of whiskey that he’d been nursing for a month now. He’d planned to drink it when these fuckers were dead but this would be worth it.
He made a makeshift Molotov out of it and threw it on one of the cars near where the rest were hiding. The flames did the rest. The walker herd descending on the men and ripped them apart. This was his life now. Richie knew this was how he would live. Other people were good for nothing but cannon fodder after long. He would use them to get what he wanted and move on. Simple as that.
This routine repeated a lot over the next couple years. Although one particular group really stood out to him. There was a group of three women; one had a fucking katana, one had a blasted bow and the other little one had a fucking AK-47. These were a good, but possibly difficult target. He found them in a wooded area in Georgia.
It took a lot of convincing, especially since the chick with the katana had a serious stick up her ass, but eventually Richie convinced them to let him join their band of merry women. They travelled together for a fortnight and in this time, Richie noticed that the one with the bow had a lingering eye on the katana lover at times. There was a challenge, besides, women couldn’t be queer. It was just a phase.
The katana one, Lauren or Laura or some shit, said he and the bowman were to go on a run for supplies. This was his time to make a move. When they got there, Richie made his advances on her but was soon shot down. No way was it going down like that. He persisted until she had had enough and they began to fight. Richie figured he’d have the upper hand there but the noise of their fight was drawing walkers their way.
A few shuffled into the shop and made towards them both. Richie and Mary, Marie, Maria… something like that, let go of each other and started fighting the walkers off but more kept coming. It was then that Richie realised this was going to end badly for him. He decided that she had to die. Her necklace had got caught on his cuff while they were fighting. As he “struggled” with a walker he let a shot off that grazed her leg. She’d soon be eaten. He popped another round off into the head of the walker he was holding onto and then made a break for it out of the back door.
He made his way back to the other two chicks and told them what happened. Showed them the necklace. The katana chick decided to snatch the necklace away and started telling him to leave. So he did. He took his gear and he left the same way as he’d came. He was a little disappointed he hadn’t been able to land one of them but such was life now. He’d find another, he always did.
He eventually ended up forming a group with some people he seemed to constantly see from a distance and sometimes from nearby. The group grew little by little and eventually became nine. There was nothing but fights and disagreements. This was going to be fun.
They made their way out of NYC as quickly as possible and drifted from place to place, avoiding busy areas, sticking to the woods as much as they could manage. They hunted for food and it was a good job that they knew how to. They’d had to learn after years of feeding themselves since their folks didn’t give a flying fuck. But food soon became harder to hunt as walkers at anything with a pulse.
Richie decided to go out and scavenge some while Tommy rested. Richie found a camp of other survivors sleeping in their tents. They had supplies of food just… laying there. Richie couldn’t help himself. He went back to Tommy with his haul as fast as he could, but didn’t think to cover his tracks well enough for a tracker to not be able to find him. What would the chances be of a tracker being in the group anyway? Especially with the world being the shit show that it now was.
Tommy congratulated Richie on his haul but stopped when noises came from the direction that Richie had. Tommy told Richie to hide up a tree, quickly and quietly, while he dealt with this. Tommy bent down and did his boot lace up.
The survivors weren’t happy, they were a bunch of big guys, angry and mean looking. Tommy tried to diffuse the situation, saying he had nothing but what was on his back and that he was alone. They didn’t believe him. They began to beat on him, Tommy fought as much as he could but was overpowered and outmanned. Richie was too afraid to do anything. He was rooted to the spot in fear. His need for self-preservation won out over his love for his brother. Tommy was a beaten, bloody pulp on the ground.
The guys stole Tommy’s leather jacket and his boots before laughing and making their way off, looking for their stolen goods hidden in a tree log somewhere. After a short while, Richie climbed down and went to Tommy. He wasn’t going to make it. Tommy asked Richie to kill him, he didn’t want to lay here and bleed out, and he didn’t want to become Walker chow while he couldn’t do anything to stop it. The sheer thought of it was terrifying. Richie eventually agreed, albeit reluctantly, to kill Tommy and save him the horror and pain. After all was said and done, Richie grabbed his stuff and left Tommy’s body lying on the forest floor.
Eventually, months later, Richie happened upon the same group that had killed his brother. He recognised his brother’s jacket on one of the fucktards. He decided he wanted them to suffer. He worked his way into the group, he became trusted and part of the group. He hung around with them for a couple months, waiting for the right opportunity.
It finally came in the shape of a herd. The group was aiming to be quiet and avoid drawing attention to themselves. They were hiding in abandoned cars on the highway but Richie had slipped away and hidden up a tree. He had a small bottle of whiskey that he’d been nursing for a month now. He’d planned to drink it when these fuckers were dead but this would be worth it.
He made a makeshift Molotov out of it and threw it on one of the cars near where the rest were hiding. The flames did the rest. The walker herd descending on the men and ripped them apart. This was his life now. Richie knew this was how he would live. Other people were good for nothing but cannon fodder after long. He would use them to get what he wanted and move on. Simple as that.
This routine repeated a lot over the next couple years. Although one particular group really stood out to him. There was a group of three women; one had a fucking katana, one had a blasted bow and the other little one had a fucking AK-47. These were a good, but possibly difficult target. He found them in a wooded area in Georgia.
It took a lot of convincing, especially since the chick with the katana had a serious stick up her ass, but eventually Richie convinced them to let him join their band of merry women. They travelled together for a fortnight and in this time, Richie noticed that the one with the bow had a lingering eye on the katana lover at times. There was a challenge, besides, women couldn’t be queer. It was just a phase.
The katana one, Lauren or Laura or some shit, said he and the bowman were to go on a run for supplies. This was his time to make a move. When they got there, Richie made his advances on her but was soon shot down. No way was it going down like that. He persisted until she had had enough and they began to fight. Richie figured he’d have the upper hand there but the noise of their fight was drawing walkers their way.
A few shuffled into the shop and made towards them both. Richie and Mary, Marie, Maria… something like that, let go of each other and started fighting the walkers off but more kept coming. It was then that Richie realised this was going to end badly for him. He decided that she had to die. Her necklace had got caught on his cuff while they were fighting. As he “struggled” with a walker he let a shot off that grazed her leg. She’d soon be eaten. He popped another round off into the head of the walker he was holding onto and then made a break for it out of the back door.
He made his way back to the other two chicks and told them what happened. Showed them the necklace. The katana chick decided to snatch the necklace away and started telling him to leave. So he did. He took his gear and he left the same way as he’d came. He was a little disappointed he hadn’t been able to land one of them but such was life now. He’d find another, he always did.
He eventually ended up forming a group with some people he seemed to constantly see from a distance and sometimes from nearby. The group grew little by little and eventually became nine. There was nothing but fights and disagreements. This was going to be fun.
Extras
Character Quote: “Step off.”
“Lord almighty.”
“Spare me your bullshit.”
“You gettin’ wise with me?”
Theme Song: This. :D
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: “Fucked if I know.”
How Many People Have You Killed: “I ain’t killed no one, the walkers are the killers here, not me.”
Why: “Why get my own hands dirty when I don’t need to?”
Anything Else: PM'd the GM
*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.
@Lady Amalthea Lol, well if I play him wrong please let me know. :P
@ProPro Psht, no.
@SgtEasy Oh yeah, pretty much. Think of the most backwater Southern thug you can imagine. The only thing he doesn't have under his belt is incest. But he literally just hates anyone that isn't white. Even if you're born and bred American, he'll hold a grudge. It's more ignorance than anything else, it was his upbringing.
@SgtEasy Oh yeah, pretty much. Think of the most backwater Southern thug you can imagine. The only thing he doesn't have under his belt is incest. But he literally just hates anyone that isn't white. Even if you're born and bred American, he'll hold a grudge. It's more ignorance than anything else, it was his upbringing.
@ProPro Hispanic? Mate, your guy is soooooooo fuuuuuuuuucked.
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