Name:Ashton Jameson Holloway
Aliases: Ash, Cappy, or A. J.
Age: 32
Birthday: March 9th ("Panic Day")
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Esmont, VA
Location: At time of outbreak: Marietta, GA
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: Virginia Military Institute, Engineering & Officer Training
Occupation: Captain, U.S. Army - Combat Engineer
Languages: English (native), Spanish (intermediate)
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 180
Build: Athletic
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: Light, Caucasian
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Several small scars gathered from growing up in the sticks. No tattoos.
Disciplined * Sarcastic * Compassionate * Temperamental
Sexuality: Hetero
Relationship Status: Single (Involved with a girl back home, but she was lost after the outbreak.)
Personality: Ash is a person of some duality. Those who have seen him at work will tell you that he is a man driven to mathematical precision in his thought and action. He is a skillful planner and deliberate executor of said plans. Ash is disciplined, intelligent, patient, and confident.
Anyone who knows him outside of work will tell you a different story. They would describe him as a hard drinking, laid back, casual kind of guy who knows how to slow down and enjoy the finer things in life. Or the baser things in life. Also, fire might be involved. Fire, and the occasional fistfight. His rural Virginian upbringing comes to the forefront on these occasions, as does a more pronounced accent.
Since the outbreak began, his casual side shows less and less frequently. Only those closest to him see it with any regularity.
Habits: Caffeine (when he can get it), Drums fingers
Hobbies: Moonshining
Fears:- Losing loved ones
- Clowns
- Centipedes
Likes:- Fine (and not so fine) alcohols
- Reading
- Tinkering
- Mythbusters
- Puzzles
- Working with his hands
Dislikes:- Artificial sweeteners
- Useless people
- Lone Wolf types - they get people killed
- Ticks (ew)
- Shoddy work
- Car alarms
Pre Outbreak Skills:
- Distilling
- Engineering
- Pistol
- Rifle
- Archery
Post Outbreak Skills:
- Knife
- Machete
- Foraging
- Hunting
- Leadership
Current Supplies:
- Grey BDU set including black combat boots, black tactical undershirt, and patrol cap. Still has his Captain’s Bars on his coat and cap. (Doesn't always wear the coat, weather and circumstance permitting.)
- Machete
- Large Knife with knuckle duster (personal item, not military issue)
- Industrial cut-guard sleeves
- Detonix MTX .45 ACP Modular Government Issue
- Extra clip .45 (15+1 per)
- Dog Tags
- Canteen
- Composite Bow
- Quiver, 8 arrows remaining
Your First Walker Encounter:Ash's first encounter with a Walker took place in the streets of Atlanta. He was one of the officers in charge of constructing the various "safe zones" in the city limits, providing water service, barricades, etc. Unfortunately, his orders gave detail for containing a viral outbreak with possible rioting. Local police were expected to handle looting and handle most of the crowd control.
The Powers That Be either didn't know what was really going on, else they simply didn't want to tell the soldiers on the ground. Either way, they were ill-equipped to deal with the threat when it came. The safe zone he was presently in charge of was overrun from the inside, courtesy of the already infected let in for "treatment". His first experience with a Walker came when it, and several others, burst out of a prefab medical shelter and began to eat his people.
Realizing the problem was far worse than he was led to believe, Ash got as many of his people that he could over to the nearest established military installation - Dobbins ARB.
History Before Outbreak: Raised in a rural mountain town in Virginia, Ash was the youngest of three boys in a financially challenged household. Ends were met, and occasionally profit made, by the family tradition of the manufacture and distribution of illicit grain alcohol. Eventually, the family went legit after enough savings allowed them to purchase the necessary permits and a building. It was marketed as "Homestyle Appalachian Sippin' Whiskey". His childhood was somewhat rough, but manageable enough.
Upon completing High School, he was accepted into the Virginia Military Institute, where he received a Masters in Engineering. He had a keen mind and attention to detail that lent himself well to his new profession. After graduation, Ash spent the next few years assigned to various places of interest as a combat engineer before being pulled back to the States for reasons unknown.
Ash was assigned to work with the Army Corps of Engineers, Conservation Dept. in Marietta, GA, working alongside various medical organizations and investigative agencies on a project involving disease containment, urban evacuation, and the setting up of caches and safe zones to help facilitate these endeavors.
Several unintended deaths later, he received a battlefield promotion from Lieutenant to Captain. He literally had to pull his Captain’s Bars off of the corpse of the man he replaced, before putting a blade through his skull. Circumstances being what they were, the “battle” never technically ended, and his rank stuck.
History Since Outbreak:When Atlanta fell, most of the Dobbins staff scattered, taking away everything they could carry or fit into a vehicle. Ash debated staying, fortifying a few of the inner buildings, but eventually abandoned this idea as it was impractical for the small number of personnel remaining to fully secure the area. This was exacerbated by the situation: people broke off into their own factions, resulting in massive infighting to hold onto what buildings and provisions they could claim. Survival was more likely were he to leave.
The next year saw him slowly returning to his hometown to see to his family’s safety. Heartbreak hit him when he found out that his mother was taken by Walkers and his long-term girlfriend had been missing since the outbreak, presumably run off or dead like so many others. He stuck around to see to friends and family. Fortifying his father’s distillery, he moved a good chunk of townsfolk in or around the complex.
A megaherd from Charlottesville shambled right up to their home unannounced and laid siege to the distillery. Some of the people inside thought it would be best to make a run for it, unwittingly letting the dead breach their defenses. Half of the people inside were killed in the ensuing battle, including his father and one remaining sibling.
Plan B: In the event that a scared, drunk asshole ruins the good thing they had going, the survivors were to hole up in the distillery’s motor pool and form a convoy, led by Ash’s personal engineering project, “The Hordebuster”. (looks a little like
this) The ‘Buster is a large, hoary ware carrier/industrial truck, older model with easily machinable parts that runs on diesel (and alcohol). It has been armored, fitted with a monstrous cow-catcher, and loaded with enough spare parts, drums of fuel/booze, and supplies to keep it going for a long while. It’s even got a small sleeper cabin. Leading the way, the Hordebuster brought the remaining survivors, a good amount of supplies and a metric shit-ton of alcohol out of the chaos and onto the trucking roads of the Appalachians. (He’s entertaining outfitting it for light offroad work.)
Trekking westward, he found a lot of (formerly) high populated areas amid otherwise wide stretches of grass and nothing. The former populations (now undead) stayed clustered near the cities, for the most part, making supply runs dangerous to the extreme, the next place to restock usually perilously far away. Ash’s string of crappy luck and loss of more life, coupled by the harsh winter soured him to the prospect of making a life out that way.
New Plan: Find a warm place with a very long growing season, preferably surrounded by deep water with a smaller original population. One of the smaller islands in the Florida Keys seemed ideal. A stop in Kentucky refilled their supplies of pure grain alcohol (the scamps), and the Virginia group barreled down through Tennessee. Somewhere near Murfreesboro, a supply run at a truck stop had Ash meeting up with fellow Dobbins ARB survivor Lt. Colonel Leann McCormick.
Convincing her that the northern route was slightly more suicidal than returning south, Leann and a particularly offputting Doctor joined his group. They traveled back into Georgia, moving around I-285 at first to pick up military caches his Engineering teams set up before Atlanta fell to supply their new mission. On the way, their caravan grew as they found other survivors willing to help and accept their leadership.
Around the Atlanta South area, Leann (whom he still referred to as “Colonel”) approached Ash with a suggestion: Newnan, GA. Tactical and practical reasons were given as to why it would be a favorable location. After some discussion on the matter, Ash relented with the proviso that, if it fell through, they resume his plan for Florida.
Settling in, he submitted to her experience on the issue, and began working toward making Newnan a home.
Character Quote: “…damnit…”
“Combat Engineer – Because being a Badass Motherfucker is not an official job title.”
“Get behind. I’ll clear the way.”
“Me and my ‘Buster will do just fine, thanks.”
“Corn squeezin’s?”
Theme Song: Please bear in mind, he comes from rural Virginia. And my apologies in advance.
How Many Walkers Have You Killed: A few dozen, maybe.
How Many People Have You Killed: Five, since it all happened. More before, but there was a war on.
Why: A wise man said: "Someone ever tries to kill you, you try to kill 'em right back."
Anything Else:roleplayerguild.com/posts/3214659*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.
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