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The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

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The Walking Dead: To Greener Pastures

Hey, friend of @Love Me Dead, figured I jump in this With Him.

Micah

Name
Micah "Ved" Stubbe
Age
22
Occupation
Was studying business management, has a degree in Auto-Mechanics
Nationality
Caucasian
Appearance

Standing at 5'11, he is slightly taller than average, but not enough to be too noticeable. A Lean, semi-muscular body formed naturally by years of working on cars.
Place of Residence
Newcastle Delaware, about 20 minutes south of Wilmington.
Strengths
Explosives Creation/Use
Hand-Hand Combat
Auto-Mechanic Repairs/Maintenance
Weaknesses
Can Not Aim
Due to a leg injury, he is unable to run faster than a slow jog.
Belongings
Several homemade Pipe/Propane Bombs
Finger-less SAP Gloves
Nailed Baseball Bat
A small hardcover copy of the Necronomicon
Personality
INTP
"The INTP is very interested in learning how the world works and wants the world to make sense. The INTP wants everything to fit into a logical framework. Their way of understanding the world is primarily internal. They form an almost internal web of logic that helps them see the world completely. Those that are close to the INTP would describe them as very smart and somewhat reserved."
Other
A cultist, Worships Lu-Kthu

Closed.

Ok, so part 1 of my intro post is done, anybody mind shooting Ved a text? We'll say he was planning on skipping..

The Badlands

Name
Micah "Ved" Stubbe
Age
19
Gender
Agender
Appearance

Affiliation
Young God
Strengths
An expert in close-combat warfare, as free-running, he is extreme agile and has two powerful arms, as well as extreme upper and lower body strength due to his free-running.
Weaknesses
Can not aim or fire a gun to save his life, can only fight when using short blades or his fists.
History
Redacted
Others
N/A

Redacted

Afraid I'm taking this down, sorry to the people who wanted to stay invested, fuck you to the people who intentionally let it die.

Closed.

Ved

He woke with a start, his hand automatically moving to his nightstand to turn off the alarm that was screaming into his ear. With a low groan, he sat up and ran his hands over his face, forcing open his eyelids as he rolled their contents back towards his skull. Fuck Waking up this goddamn early he mused softly to himself as he sat forward, double-checking to making sure his alarm was off, and not simply on snooze. Staying still for a few moments, completing his waking up process, then sliding his lower-half to the left and pressing his feet against the cold hardwood floor. Throwing the blankets off of his legs, he stood, and walked half-haphazardly into his bathroom, turning on his shower, then stumbling back into his bedroom. Grabbing a pair of clean underwear, he walked back into the bathroom and undressed, then stepped into the now steaming shower. Going through the usual routine of lathering and rinsing, he took maybe five minutes, tops. Hopping out, he wrapped his towel around his lower body and lifted a bottle of pills from his medicine cabinet, twisting it open and tossing two down his throat, without water.

Having kept the door open, the steam hadn't built up too much, and instead of a cloud of steam flowing out of the room upon his exit, it happened slowly, a steady stream continued to move out of the door as he stepped out. Walking to his room, he continued to dry himself off with his towel, before slipping into his underwear and putting on his glasses. Looking through his closet, he decided on a simple pair of tight and intentionally ripped up black-jeans, a tight black sweater, and a pair of 11 inch combat boots with the jeans tucked in.

He walked into his kitchen/dinning room, after getting dressed, and turned on the television. He opened the fridge, searching for something to eat, and deciding upon eggs and coffee. Grabbing the carton of eggs and tossing them onto the counter, he placed a pan on the stove and turned on the heat. Then began the process of making coffee, afterwards, he began looking out the dark window as his eggs began to fry.

Welcome to the Badlands

Name
Micah "Ved" Stubbe
Age
19
Gender
Agender
Appearance

Affiliation
Young God
Strengths
An expert in close-combat warfare, as free-running, he is extreme agile and has two powerful arms, as well as extreme upper and lower body strength due to his free-running.
Weaknesses
Can not aim or fire a gun to save his life, can only fight when using short blades or his fists.
History
Redacted
Others
N/A

Midnight Blue: A Midnighters Roleplay

I think he was referring to Sk0m's post.

Welcome to the Badlands

Any chance we could get a CS? I'd like to start working on a character.

Flatmates

Micah
He chuckled, taking another drink.
"I get to drink this because I worked my ass off at the shop, and because I haven't already made my way through a bottle of Vodka." He said with a laugh, tussling her hair and sitting down.

"And if making sure my flatmate doesn't drink herself into a coma makes me a goody-two-shoes, then you might as well label me a saint."
He continued, flipping through the channels and wiping the bit of engine grease that was on his hand onto his already grease stained jeans.