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The Unknown One
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11 yrs ago
Some day, I'm probably gonna take up smoking because of my job. Or heavy drinking.
11 yrs ago
I can do better. I will do better.
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11 yrs ago
Just kidding, I am going clubbing. Every. Flipping. Weekend.
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11 yrs ago
Never ever going clubbing again.
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11 yrs ago
WHEW. GOT A HOT DATE ON JULY 4TH.
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I will be away starting Friday, so I won't be able to respond for awhile, until Sunday or Monday.
Fell said
Cyrek is gonna get along reeeeaaaaal well with the group from West Point...
Oh definitely, he'll just cause a shit ton of trouble for Connor. He will most definitely challenge his leadership... all. The Damn. Time.
Also, Starting Friday, I will not be around. I will most certainly be back on Monday, but I may not be back on Sunday, but it's still a possibility. So, please to not go batshit insane while I'm gone.
Name: Cyrek Krusek
Nickname: Cruse
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance:
Weapon(s): LE6920 in this setup
He was allowed to own it for his job.
Glock 17
And a Ka-Bar
and a good machete.
Gear and Equipment:
>Field Load Combat Carrier, in other words, the vest that carries all of his bullets in magazines.
> Eleven magazines(two in his ALICE pack and 8 in his FLCC, and one in his gun)
> ALICE pack loaded with survival gear(it's just standard stuff you go camping with that you can carry on your back)
> An awesome pair of tactical boots he got from Ranger Joe's
History: He joined the Army at 17 and served 9 years on Active Duty as an Infantryman. He retired as a Staff Sergeant(E-6) with 3 deployments under his belt. One to Afghanistan and two to Africa. He was in several firefights in Afghanistan, his first deployment, experiencing a lot of hell. His next two deployments were eventful, but not as eventful as Afghanistan. He came back from his first deployment with a case of PTSD that he was treated for. He still has some small remainders of his PTSD that come back in his dreams every now and then, but he is stable.
After he retired, he applied for a job with a Private Military Company and became a contractor. This job would be his last job, as the infection broke out. He was part of a private business's Safe Zone, that was a giant powerplant and manufacturing plant. It was an excellent place to be, as they could manufacture bullets, but it was too big to hold against increased infected. After about a short period of time, it was compromised and Krusek took his leave, scavenging what ammo he could carry and supplies he needed.
He found himself in Redwood park after a long time of wandering, meeting up with a group of strangers. Since meeting up with them, he has become a far superior fighter, and maintains himself as part of the security.
Skills: Advanced military training, such as Airborne, Sapper, and Ranger school. He stays in good shape and has most of his life.
Other: He hated officers when he was in the Army. He still does.
Nickname: Cruse
Gender: Male
Age: 29
Appearance:
Weapon(s): LE6920 in this setup
He was allowed to own it for his job.
Glock 17
And a Ka-Bar
and a good machete.
Gear and Equipment:
>Field Load Combat Carrier, in other words, the vest that carries all of his bullets in magazines.
> Eleven magazines(two in his ALICE pack and 8 in his FLCC, and one in his gun)
> ALICE pack loaded with survival gear(it's just standard stuff you go camping with that you can carry on your back)
> An awesome pair of tactical boots he got from Ranger Joe's
History: He joined the Army at 17 and served 9 years on Active Duty as an Infantryman. He retired as a Staff Sergeant(E-6) with 3 deployments under his belt. One to Afghanistan and two to Africa. He was in several firefights in Afghanistan, his first deployment, experiencing a lot of hell. His next two deployments were eventful, but not as eventful as Afghanistan. He came back from his first deployment with a case of PTSD that he was treated for. He still has some small remainders of his PTSD that come back in his dreams every now and then, but he is stable.
After he retired, he applied for a job with a Private Military Company and became a contractor. This job would be his last job, as the infection broke out. He was part of a private business's Safe Zone, that was a giant powerplant and manufacturing plant. It was an excellent place to be, as they could manufacture bullets, but it was too big to hold against increased infected. After about a short period of time, it was compromised and Krusek took his leave, scavenging what ammo he could carry and supplies he needed.
He found himself in Redwood park after a long time of wandering, meeting up with a group of strangers. Since meeting up with them, he has become a far superior fighter, and maintains himself as part of the security.
Skills: Advanced military training, such as Airborne, Sapper, and Ranger school. He stays in good shape and has most of his life.
Other: He hated officers when he was in the Army. He still does.
The giant bear of a man rode atop a draft horse, as it was the best horse suited to carrying his weight. The man has been famous for crushing small ponies and wearing out normal riding horses. Draft horses made him look even scarier than he was. He was still a frightening man, not just for his shear size, but by the fact of his very barbaric appearance. He didn't look civilized at all, but looks can be deceiving.
This man went by the name of Hugh Van Halder. A name he would have abandoned long ago if he was not so intent upon preserving a little piece of his lost homeland. A kingdom of men feared far and wide for their brutality. warmongering, and barbaric appearance. The history of the destruction of this kingdom is long and complicated. Its actual reason for its fall is difficult to comprehend, but it was 50 years in the making. 50 years of brutal and relentless war that Hugh was born into. He never talks much of his old homeland, but wishes to lay in its grassy fields once more with his lost love.
Hugh rode towards the meeting area he was told about by a stranger, whom was gathering a group for a journey. He was never really afraid of many people, as he was confident in his own ability to rip their heads off from their shoulders, so he accepted the man's offer. Hugh was packed and ready to go. His bags were filled, waterskins aplenty, packed dried food of different sorts, extra clothing, blankets, and weapons. All that was left was for him to arrive at the meeting spot and meet up with the group.
He arrived at the gates to observe several other gathering members of the party. He came up to the hitching post and heaved himself from his horse, making a loud thud, without regard to noise discipline, when he hit the ground. He tied his horse's reins to the post and turned to greet the group.
"Hugh Van Halder. Present and ready." He said, bluntly.
This man went by the name of Hugh Van Halder. A name he would have abandoned long ago if he was not so intent upon preserving a little piece of his lost homeland. A kingdom of men feared far and wide for their brutality. warmongering, and barbaric appearance. The history of the destruction of this kingdom is long and complicated. Its actual reason for its fall is difficult to comprehend, but it was 50 years in the making. 50 years of brutal and relentless war that Hugh was born into. He never talks much of his old homeland, but wishes to lay in its grassy fields once more with his lost love.
Hugh rode towards the meeting area he was told about by a stranger, whom was gathering a group for a journey. He was never really afraid of many people, as he was confident in his own ability to rip their heads off from their shoulders, so he accepted the man's offer. Hugh was packed and ready to go. His bags were filled, waterskins aplenty, packed dried food of different sorts, extra clothing, blankets, and weapons. All that was left was for him to arrive at the meeting spot and meet up with the group.
He arrived at the gates to observe several other gathering members of the party. He came up to the hitching post and heaved himself from his horse, making a loud thud, without regard to noise discipline, when he hit the ground. He tied his horse's reins to the post and turned to greet the group.
"Hugh Van Halder. Present and ready." He said, bluntly.
Roger, will remember that next time!
Yeah, I'll just follow GrandDM2's example.
Name: Hugh Van Halder
Race: Human
Age: 52
Archetype: Ex-soldier, mercenary, refugee from fallen kingdom.
Skills:
> Swordsmanship
> Some bowmanship
> Horsemanship
> Good stamina and endurance
> Hand-to-hand fighting
> Good with just about all melee weapons
> Good with throwing axes
> Proficient with crossbows
> Very strong and muscular from years of fighting and warmaking
Description: 6'2", muscular, bearded, brown and gray hair mix, long shoulder length barbarian like hair. Wears mostly woolen clothes of the cold northern human kingdoms. Weather beaten and calloused hands. Weathered, round face. Deep thunderous voice. Blue eyes.
Personality: He is lawful good with some lawful neutral leanings, but does not express his good morals out loud often. He's tired from years of warmaking but keeps doing it to earn a living. He's normally quiet and doesn't speak when he doesn't have to, but will still make conversation with anyone. He does love to drink, and a bar is his usual place of social gatherings, where he actually has fun.
To sum it all up, he's pretty much a Viking.
Name: Hugh Van Halder
Race: Human
Age: 52
Archetype: Ex-soldier, mercenary, refugee from fallen kingdom.
Skills:
> Swordsmanship
> Some bowmanship
> Horsemanship
> Good stamina and endurance
> Hand-to-hand fighting
> Good with just about all melee weapons
> Good with throwing axes
> Proficient with crossbows
> Very strong and muscular from years of fighting and warmaking
Description: 6'2", muscular, bearded, brown and gray hair mix, long shoulder length barbarian like hair. Wears mostly woolen clothes of the cold northern human kingdoms. Weather beaten and calloused hands. Weathered, round face. Deep thunderous voice. Blue eyes.
Personality: He is lawful good with some lawful neutral leanings, but does not express his good morals out loud often. He's tired from years of warmaking but keeps doing it to earn a living. He's normally quiet and doesn't speak when he doesn't have to, but will still make conversation with anyone. He does love to drink, and a bar is his usual place of social gatherings, where he actually has fun.
To sum it all up, he's pretty much a Viking.
Whoops, sorry, didn't realize there was an IC and OOC already.
You know I'm in.
Holy crap, I'm interested. But I think you should add some Dwarves.
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