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Fallout 4 has made all of my dreams come true. November 10th HERE I COME!
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Double posted by mistake.
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How long would the group being staying at the church, Hamster?
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Any suggestions on where I should bring Jason in at?
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Name:
Jason Parsons, will respond to JP, Jason, and Jay
Age:
22
Height:
6 foot 1 inch
Weight:
180 lbs
Appearance:
History:
There is not much to be said about Jason before the outbreak. He was not a city boy, or a country boy. Jason lived in a Minnesota suburb until he was finished with High School. From there he went on to college in Florida. Jason's college days were spent mainly doing three things; partying, studying, and working. For 3 years that is almost all he did, and he enjoyed it. Near the end of the summer before his final year of college, Jason found himself in Chicago on a lay-over back to Florida. There were no friends of his with him, and most of his belongings were aboard the plane still. Before the flight could take off, all flights were cancelled. Jason, not wanting to wait around for until they were running again, decided to take a bus. At first it was going well, he was on the outskirts of Chicago. But before long, things went sour. The bus was called back into Chicago, and again, Jason tried finding another way out of the city. This time, via a couple that was heading back to their home in Georgia. After a few hours of figuring out a plan, the trio left. Within an hour they were in deadlocked traffic, and again Jason was faced with a wait. This time, he decided to wait. A decision that would affect his life poorly.
It is not often that Jason discusses the events that transpired in the early days of the outbreak, but it is obvious that he came face to face with the horrors and reality of it at an early stage. Almost two months later, Jason found himself traveling with a rowdy pack of highwaymen, rapists, thieves, murderers, and all other kinds of unsavory characters. Again, he usually avoids discussing how he came to be with the group. However, he is open enough when it comes to talking about the things he did and saw. The crimes that Jason committed while running with the group were numerous. He raped, he murdered, he stole, and a number of other things. In fact, Jason slowly came to the realization that he loved doing what he was doing. Evil seemed to suit him well.
Things were going very well. Months had passed and Jason had been skating by quite comfortably. The majority of the run ins he had with the infected, and non-infected, were "fun". Stress and worry had been far from his mind for a very long time. Then, one night, things changed. He was not faced with a moral dilemma or kicked out of his merry band. Something more spiritual happened. Jason had a dream. To most, his dream would sound like just a random dream, one of those ones that you think about after waking up but not for too long. It was simple in nature. A light burned bright in front of him, the outline of a person stood in the middle of it. The figure spoke to Jason briefly before disappearing and waking Jason up. "Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful.".
With a new lease on life, Jason took to the road, alone. He did not become a fanatical religious man after the dream, it just managed to frighten him. It made him change is ways. Jason did not know where he was, or where he was going. All he knew was that he needed to surround himself with others to keep himself going. After days of walking, he finally found himself somewhere he recognized. Chicago.
Personality:
This section would restrict my writing too much. I am not putting a personality type here.
Weapon:
A semi-automatic Colt 1911 and a fair amount of ammunition, as well as a curved brush machete.
Jason Parsons, will respond to JP, Jason, and Jay
Age:
22
Height:
6 foot 1 inch
Weight:
180 lbs
Appearance:
History:
There is not much to be said about Jason before the outbreak. He was not a city boy, or a country boy. Jason lived in a Minnesota suburb until he was finished with High School. From there he went on to college in Florida. Jason's college days were spent mainly doing three things; partying, studying, and working. For 3 years that is almost all he did, and he enjoyed it. Near the end of the summer before his final year of college, Jason found himself in Chicago on a lay-over back to Florida. There were no friends of his with him, and most of his belongings were aboard the plane still. Before the flight could take off, all flights were cancelled. Jason, not wanting to wait around for until they were running again, decided to take a bus. At first it was going well, he was on the outskirts of Chicago. But before long, things went sour. The bus was called back into Chicago, and again, Jason tried finding another way out of the city. This time, via a couple that was heading back to their home in Georgia. After a few hours of figuring out a plan, the trio left. Within an hour they were in deadlocked traffic, and again Jason was faced with a wait. This time, he decided to wait. A decision that would affect his life poorly.
It is not often that Jason discusses the events that transpired in the early days of the outbreak, but it is obvious that he came face to face with the horrors and reality of it at an early stage. Almost two months later, Jason found himself traveling with a rowdy pack of highwaymen, rapists, thieves, murderers, and all other kinds of unsavory characters. Again, he usually avoids discussing how he came to be with the group. However, he is open enough when it comes to talking about the things he did and saw. The crimes that Jason committed while running with the group were numerous. He raped, he murdered, he stole, and a number of other things. In fact, Jason slowly came to the realization that he loved doing what he was doing. Evil seemed to suit him well.
Things were going very well. Months had passed and Jason had been skating by quite comfortably. The majority of the run ins he had with the infected, and non-infected, were "fun". Stress and worry had been far from his mind for a very long time. Then, one night, things changed. He was not faced with a moral dilemma or kicked out of his merry band. Something more spiritual happened. Jason had a dream. To most, his dream would sound like just a random dream, one of those ones that you think about after waking up but not for too long. It was simple in nature. A light burned bright in front of him, the outline of a person stood in the middle of it. The figure spoke to Jason briefly before disappearing and waking Jason up. "Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful.".
With a new lease on life, Jason took to the road, alone. He did not become a fanatical religious man after the dream, it just managed to frighten him. It made him change is ways. Jason did not know where he was, or where he was going. All he knew was that he needed to surround himself with others to keep himself going. After days of walking, he finally found himself somewhere he recognized. Chicago.
Personality:
This section would restrict my writing too much. I am not putting a personality type here.
Weapon:
A semi-automatic Colt 1911 and a fair amount of ammunition, as well as a curved brush machete.
I've been having computer problems so sorry for my lack of posting. Since this problem probably wont be solved soon, I'm going to have to resign from this. Apologies for any holdups I may have caused.
Post is up. Again, I'm extremely sorry for holding things up all weekend.
The man presented him with two options, both of which sounded terrible. He was preparing to speak when a woman came out of no where. Aaron did not see her approach, nor did he hear her, so when she spoke it surprised him. Unlike the man, her statement was quick and to the point. She gave him three seconds to make a decision. "You people are delusional if you think I'm going to just disarm myself in the middle of this group. But I'll compromise. I'm reasonable.", he said as he got to his feet. While Aaron stood up, his rifle was still trained, but once he was to his feet, he lowered it. "I think we may have got off on the wrong foot", Aaron spoke mainly to the man but he also acknowledged the woman. The man seemed more level-headed than the woman. She seemed stressed out and judging by her tone, Aaron figured that she would be the type to make a rash decision. But he was in a situation where he would need to deal with her to a degree, but for now he was addressing the man.
Aaron brushed some mud from his shoulder as he slung the rifle over it. "I have a sidearm on my hip" he said, "Don't want to surprise you guys", he laughed for a second, trying to ease the tension. "If you're wondering what I took, nothing. Didn't uhh... have enough time. You know, the horn" Aaron spoke casually with them, trying to bring down the level of tension. "I usually don't resort to stealing but life hasn't been too good to me lately... or anyone else really." Aaron shrugged and then slowly started backing towards the truck so that he could keep an eye on the two. "Name's Aaron by the way."
Aaron brushed some mud from his shoulder as he slung the rifle over it. "I have a sidearm on my hip" he said, "Don't want to surprise you guys", he laughed for a second, trying to ease the tension. "If you're wondering what I took, nothing. Didn't uhh... have enough time. You know, the horn" Aaron spoke casually with them, trying to bring down the level of tension. "I usually don't resort to stealing but life hasn't been too good to me lately... or anyone else really." Aaron shrugged and then slowly started backing towards the truck so that he could keep an eye on the two. "Name's Aaron by the way."
Typing my post now. Things in my personal life got in the way.
Gotta post pone my post until tomorrow. I got bogged down with school stuff this week. Again, sorry guys.
I'll be able to post tomorrow. It's been a busy couple of days.
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