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The Walking Dead: Los Angeles

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The Walking Dead: Los Angeles

Name: Otto Olson

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Family:
Margaret Olson – Mother – Deceased
Oliver Olson – Father – Deceased
Marie Olson – Sister – Deceased
Oliver Junior Olson – Brother – Unknown
Olivia Olson – Sister - Unknown
Abigail Kaplan – Girlfriend – Deceased/Reanimated

Personality: Before the outbreak Otto was an outgoing and confident young man who seemingly always had a smile on his face and often made people think he could make light of any situation. He held a rare mix of intelligence and optimism, loving life and yet not being blind to it's many flaws. He tended to see the best in both people and circumstances; sometimes to the point of it being a flaw but he always insisted that an occasional let down was better than losing his faith in people.

After everything went down Otto lost the vast majority of his optimism and confidence, often doubting himself and what little remains of his life. He is still intelligent but he now tends to use his smarts to see the bad in the world and in people. He still hasn't truly wrapped his head around everything that happened and has developed an unhealthy wall between himself and his positive traits. Along with that Otto seems to have Survivors Syndrome and a lot of the symptoms that come with it. Depression, Nightmares and mood swings; the latter being something that is somewhat alien to Otto.

Biography: Otto was born and raised in The City of Angels. He had a very average life, having two parents and three older siblings. His family was middle class; his father being a teacher and his mother being a lawyer. He had a decent upbringing for the most part but wasn't a big fan of school growing up. He always hated learning from one specific viewpoint; much preferring to learn via books and such he bought himself. He always got good grades and rarely got into trouble at school but he never really loved it, much preferring to spend all his time elsewhere. For a little while in his early teen years he was a bit of a vandal, developing a love for graffiti that lasted a couple of years. It gave him the freedom and expression he craved whilst also being a great outlet for his seemingly massive amounts of energy.

It wasn't until he was sixteen that he found a more productive use of his energy in Krav Maga; a martial art he found through his girlfriend. It was pretty awesome; both learning the martial art and getting his ass kicked by his girlfriend every Wednesday and Saturday evening. Four years of lessons and love later and Otto had landed himself a job as a Martial Arts Instructor for teenagers. His parents had wanted him to go to college but he had refused point blank, the last thing he wanted was to get back into the schooling system right after getting out of it. He taught his class and began using the money to go on various trips. He enjoyed numerous skydiving and mountain climbing holidays with Abigail, his now girlfriend of four years. When the outbreak started Otto and Abigail were hiking in the hills outside of L.A.

By the time they got back to the city it had turned to hell. Otto went home to find his family dead, his mother and sister had seemingly reanimated and been shot and killed by his father whom had then hung himself. It was a hellish sight. Otto had taken his Glock from him and finished the job, not being able to leave his father hanging and turned. They then met up with his Abigail's family and escaped the city. Unfortunately things happened and Abigail ended up getting bitten. It was only on the hand, but from what they had all seen that was enough. Abigail and her father both had begged and later forced Otto to leave them. As far as Otto knows they are both now dead or reanimated, something that gives him regular nightmares. Otto lived and continued on to the camp but only a shadow of his former self survived, every other part of him being suppressed by darkness and depression.

Job Before The Outbreak: Krav Maga Instructor

Disability/Fear: Otto fears getting close to anyone, obviously an effect of having lost everyone recently. He is filled with self hatred and doubt and is unsure of who he is, having a very different idea of himself now after the unfolding of recent events. His outgoingness and confidence have turned into occasional aggressiveness and cynicism. His bravery has turned into recklessness and he has began to feel numb; all contributing factors to what may get him killed.

Weapon of Choice:
- Glock 17

Terminus

Another "End of the World" Role-play [ReLoAdEd]

Yeah, that's cool, cheers. :D And yeah, I know of the somewhat legendary reliability of the rifle, but it's got to fail occasionally, right? Nothing is that perfect. Maybe it's holding a shit ammo type or something.

Another "End of the World" Role-play [ReLoAdEd]

Haha, either he's really, really unlucky or that specific AK has seen years and years of neglect. :D

Another "End of the World" Role-play [ReLoAdEd]

Haha, it is pretty awesome. Anyhow, who's up for saving Jason's life?

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Jason stopped and listened intently after the first distant shot. He had an unusually keen sense of hearing; something that he had developed due to his lack of smell he guessed but even he had difficulty hearing over the tavern chatter. As more shots rang out the whole place went dead quiet however and people began going to the taverns windows, grimy as they were. Suddenly Jason seemed to realize how many people were around him and a sudden anxiousness took over him and made it hard to breathe. He quickly went for the door, being the first out of the tavern and getting his breath back in the emptiness of the street. He needed a vantage point so he could know exactly was going on. It shouldn't have been too hard to find one, Aurora's End was home to many a collapsing building, all he had to do was find one that he could quickly scale to the top of. It didn't take long, he remembered one he saw on his way to the tavern through the town's main street and went straight there, running up what stairs remained and scaling rubble when and where the stairs had fallen. Within a minute he found himself atop a large enough building staring down over the large school bus that protected the entrance to town and out into the waste. Within seconds he saw the muzzle flash of what seemed to easily be a dozen weapons. By the consistency of the flashes Jason concluded that it wouldn't be long until they were in town, they seemed to have plenty of ammo and enough bodies to do some serious damage. He highly doubted this was just a scare tactic.

Done with scouting Jason tried to formulate a plan in his mind. He couldn't think of anything really though, he had three rounds in his revolver and his trusty combat machete. He was deadly with both but they weren't nearly enough for him to organise a one man attack or defence plan with. He imagined this would simply be a whole lot of chaotic killing and dying until one side ran out of bodies. He hated bandits, especially the ones who attacked towns. He knew survival, he had been learning it his whole life but wiping out some of what little society was left to do it was fucked up. There was more to survival than keeping your life. You had to keep yourself too, if you lost what made you yourself were you truly surviving? Not in anyway that's good he thought. Jason quickly pulled himself together, his mind had a habit of wandering and wondering even in dangerous situations; an outcome of not fearing pain he guessed. With no real plan in mind he ducked down and checked his revolver, swinging out the cylinder and finding the three rounds he knew would be there. Rolling it back in he holstered it once again, deciding instead to pull his machete. Maybe it would be best to kill quietly if he could, and if he couldn't he was a pretty quick draw, hopefully quick enough to save his own life. A whole street in the town went dark as the lights were cut off leaving Jason to wander how on Earth the bandits had made it into town so quickly and fearing worse that they may have had inside men.

Finally prepared to do what he knew he was going to have to do Jason began climbing down the building, being as quiet as he could in order to remain undetected. He came out on the street where the lights had been cut out and had to wait a minute for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. By the time he did so the eerie silence was once again gone, replaced by the sound of gunfire and panic. He crept down the very dark street, keeping as close to the buildings as possible for cover under darkness and concrete if he really needed it. It didn't take him long to spot a couple of the raiders. They were slowly moving down the very same street as he firing into the buildings whenever they saw or imagined movement from within. Luckily their consistent muzzle flashes meant that their eyes had failed to adjust properly to the darkness and they failed to see Jason in the blackest shadows near the walls. Finally the two bandits passed him as he hid in a doorway, now having their backs to him. As quietly but quickly as he could he moved up behind them, raising his machete in the air and bringing it down into the soft part where the shoulder and neck met on the first bandit, letting go of the machete as the body and weapon fell. The other bandit had already registered the danger and was firing in a panic as he spun around. Jason's hand had been going for his revolver since the moment he had pierced the first man and his hand quickly wrapped around the handle. He tore it from it's holster and quickly raised the weapon, pressing it against the second man's ribs and squeezing the trigger. The man dropped as Jason imagined the .38 round bouncing around inside him tearing his internal organs to pieces.

Aware that the revolver and AK-47 shots would bring more bandits or even friendly bullets his way in the darkness Jason moved as quickly as he could; retrieving his blade from the already dead man's neck and moving again to the second man. He was gurgling and choking on his blood, not having the luck of his heart being pierced like his friend. Jason quickly put him out of his misery; powerfully bringing the blade down through his ribs and destroying his heart. Quickly holstering both of his own weapons Jason picked up the man's AK-47 and smiled. It was a fine weapon. He couldn't admire it any longer however as shots rang out all too close and the rounds flew past his head and hit the buildings behind him. He quickly dropped to one knee and brought the rifle up to his shoulder; aiming directly at his aggressors chest. He squeezed the trigger only to hear the deafening and panic inducing sound of a stoppage. He couldn't think as his life flashed before his eyes.

Another "End of the World" Role-play [ReLoAdEd]

Twenty - Thirty seems like quite a damn lot. No wonder they raid towns. :P

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So, about that bandit group size? :P

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*Applies to burns*

Another "End of the World" Role-play [ReLoAdEd]

My mom weighs less than half of me, and I'm only 5'7. If that was the case, why haven't you pussies ended this damn fight already?