Fresh Meat
Group: Members
Posts: 8
Member No.: 26
Joined: 29-March 10
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Name:Michals, Jacen H.
Age:21
Former Profession:College student.
Appearance:Standing at Five-eleven, and weighing in at 190 pounds, Jacen is rather lean, with a athletic build developed by intense martial arts training and and a high metabolism. His dark hair is short, and his green eyes often betray his emotions, but he often wears sunglasses.
Biography:Before the outbreak, Jacen was a normal student, he prefered studying over partying, and kept a good hold on his schoolwork, on his weekends, he went to the shooting range. When the outbreak hit, he was extremely well prepared, he and his roommates left campus before the majority of the student body was infected. They went down to the range and picked up plenty of weapons and ammo, they tried to get back to their dorms but couldn't make it, halfway there, two of the four of them had been lost to the horde, they turned back, and the third was taken, Jacen escaped, He found a small house and turned it into a fortress, all the windows barred and boarded, the doors not only locked with a deadbolt, but also a length of lead pipe; razorwire lined concrete walls, smoothed down so thouroughly that not even an insect could gain purchase. Generous stores of food, and ammo, as well as a considerable weapons cache.
RP Sample:[I'm sure that Uber knows about my RP skills, but I'll do this part anyway.]
[Eight hours after schoolwide infection] Jacen sat in the dark, the Shotgun, wrapped in David's torn jacket, held close to his chest, as tears rolled down his cheeks. His back rested on the cold wall of the small house he found on the edge of town, a relaitve safe zone, the barbed wire and cement wall around the property line was built by whatever Agoraphobic bastard who lived here before the Outbreak, he barred and boarded the windows himself, after having found new bars for the windows in the basement. The sound of the rain faded, and sunlight came in through narrow openings at the top of the wood boards he had put up over the windows, he set David's Shotgun on the mantle of the fireplace sa he stood up, stretching. He needed to get a few more cans of fruit from the supermarket before someone else did; he grabed the silenced P90 that he had taken from the shooting range as well as the police-issue shotgun he had salvaged out of a cop car, as well as supplementary ammo for both weapons, a field medical kit and his trusty crowbar. He exited into the "Courtyard" of his Refuge, there was an empty reflection pool in the centre, and low, portable walls made out of a few card tables with sharpened legs made effective barriers against Zed incursion. He slid aside the heavy iron bar that served as the lock for the gate, and opened only one of the doors, he closed it behind him and the bar slid back into place, another feature put in by the previous inhabitant. as the clous cover faded, he made his way down the wet street to the supermarket...[And that's where I will start my offical RP]
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Jacen Michals
