Take It Back
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Take It Back
Jak Sat Oct 26, 2013 10:55 pm
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Instead of using the above template, write about your character as if he or she were talking. This can be done in diary entries, a monologue, or any other format you wish that suits your character
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Jak- Posts : 1959
Join date : 2013-01-27
Age : 29
Location : Haven City
Jack
Jak Sun Oct 27, 2013 1:53 am
Decided to do both
Name: Jack
Age: around 19
Gender: Male
Height: 6' 1"
Occupation: Unknown
Appearance: this is a picture taken by a remote security camera before he smashed it
Bio: Jack is an amnesiac. He woke up weeks after what happened in a hardware store with the door barricaded. He has vague memories of before: sounds, smells, etc., but he has no idea who he is or what happened to him. He took the name Jack because it was the first name he could think of. Due to numerous attacks during the night Jack has developed insomnia, which has given his eyes their crazed look.
Other: Jack has a scar on his chest and back corresponding with a bullet wound that is dangerously close to his heart.
Hoo boy, where to begin. To be honest I can't tell ya much 'cause... well... I don't remember anythin' before everyone disappeared. I remember runnin'... the sound of gunfire... and a sharp pain in my chest... But what's past is past, can't do nothin' with it. Nowadays I do what I can to survive, sometimes havin' to deal with them.
Huh? Who's them? Right right, if y'knew that you'd have moved on by now. When I say 'them' I mean survivors that have gone mad. Loneliness breeds madness I guess. Anyway, I try not to think 'bout them. Thinkin' 'bout them fer too long can be maddenin' in itself. It's easier to think o' them as animals in need o' mercy.
Bandits aren't as big a problem as you'd think. There aren't too many people left t'be bandits. No, what makes 'em dangerous is how strong they are. One group I met called themselves 'The Raptors', an' that's exactly how they attacked. The only reason I survived was 'cause I my wrists are thin an' the guy that tied me sucked at knots.
I think the hardest part o' livin' in this wasteland is findin' companions only to watch them fall one by one.
Name: Jack
Age: around 19
Gender: Male
Height: 6' 1"
Occupation: Unknown
Appearance: this is a picture taken by a remote security camera before he smashed it
Bio: Jack is an amnesiac. He woke up weeks after what happened in a hardware store with the door barricaded. He has vague memories of before: sounds, smells, etc., but he has no idea who he is or what happened to him. He took the name Jack because it was the first name he could think of. Due to numerous attacks during the night Jack has developed insomnia, which has given his eyes their crazed look.
Other: Jack has a scar on his chest and back corresponding with a bullet wound that is dangerously close to his heart.
- Plot relevant - read at your own risk:
- Name: Taylor Greyson
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Height: 6' 0"
Occupation: College Student (Gymnastics)
Appearance: Sammy, Taylor, and Flit(Alien)
Bio: Taylor was the older brother of Sammy. When the army started killing everyone he and Sammy got separated and Taylor got shot. He was saved by the alien, Flit, who fused their bodies to give Taylor the durability of his kind. Though Taylor was saved, Flit had complete control over their now shared body until their subconscious merged as well. Flit used that time to barricade them inside a store and then allowed himself to completely merge, unaware that Taylor would suffer amnesia due to being so close to death.
Other: Flit still remembers who Taylor was, but couldn't bring himself to tell Taylor anything because of how much Taylor has lost and how Jack can handle loss
Hoo boy, where to begin. To be honest I can't tell ya much 'cause... well... I don't remember anythin' before everyone disappeared. I remember runnin'... the sound of gunfire... and a sharp pain in my chest... But what's past is past, can't do nothin' with it. Nowadays I do what I can to survive, sometimes havin' to deal with them.
Huh? Who's them? Right right, if y'knew that you'd have moved on by now. When I say 'them' I mean survivors that have gone mad. Loneliness breeds madness I guess. Anyway, I try not to think 'bout them. Thinkin' 'bout them fer too long can be maddenin' in itself. It's easier to think o' them as animals in need o' mercy.
Bandits aren't as big a problem as you'd think. There aren't too many people left t'be bandits. No, what makes 'em dangerous is how strong they are. One group I met called themselves 'The Raptors', an' that's exactly how they attacked. The only reason I survived was 'cause I my wrists are thin an' the guy that tied me sucked at knots.
I think the hardest part o' livin' in this wasteland is findin' companions only to watch them fall one by one.
- My old companions, if ya wanna know 'bout 'em:
That's Greg, his son Joey, and his wife Helen. Greg was definitely a father-type, always guidin' and consolin' everyone. When Helen died we did our best to help 'im, but her death hit 'im hard. Greg finally lost it when Joey was lost. He started talkin' crazy, snappin at anyone who tried to snap 'im outta it. We never did find his little tyke.
Ah, Morris. A carpenter before everyone disappeared. He was a very protective type, quick with 'is hammer if one o' them got too close. Tried savin' Sammy after she fell into an elevator shaft, but the elevator was at the top floor and started fallin'. Lost Sammy and both 'is arms. Last I saw he was alive, but he left the group an' said somethin' 'bout makin' a safe place fer us to return to.
Poor Sammy. We found 'er tremblin' in a dumpster with a stuffed bird toy. Even though she was a shy girl she always came over if you were sad and did what she could t'cheer ya up. She was lost when one o' them startled 'er an' she fell into an elevator shaft.
Kyle was good friends with everyone. A real pal. He was also really good at spottin' items. As you can probably guess, Kyle fell onto some hard luck: First his eyesight started goin', then he became one o' them. I kinda miss 'is non-psychotic laugh.
Nick knew how t'have a good time. He always kept spirits high with 'is wild stories. Nothin' seemed t'bother 'im: People disappeared? he now 'as an excuse t'dress as a pirate. Low on food? he'll eat next time. *sigh* Nick was the one who stayed the longest, but I guess losin' everyone got to 'im 'cause one night... he just left. I woke up, an' he was gone. I just hope he's alright.
Jak- Posts : 1959
Join date : 2013-01-27
Age : 29
Location : Haven City
Sven Skovgaard
Jak Fri Dec 27, 2013 3:56 am
Name: Sven Skovgaard
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Height: 6' 4"
Occupation: College Student (Music and Visual Arts)
Appearance: Needs glasses, but they were broken during a bandit raid
Bio: Sven was the younger twin of his brother Sten and always felt invisible when his twin was around. His parents showered his twin with praise for his athletic skill, but only gave Sven a pat on the back whenever he managed to achieve something. Even at his school performances he would get a quick hug before his parents started talking to everyone about Sten.
Sven managed to get his parents affection only once before the incident after performing as Erik in The Phantom of the Opera. After his performance an explosion went off and he was knocked out. When he awoke he was alone and half buried under rubble, only surviving because a support beam kept the debris from crushing him.
Other: Sven still carries his violin, using the case as a bludgeon when necessary.
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Height: 6' 4"
Occupation: College Student (Music and Visual Arts)
Appearance: Needs glasses, but they were broken during a bandit raid
Bio: Sven was the younger twin of his brother Sten and always felt invisible when his twin was around. His parents showered his twin with praise for his athletic skill, but only gave Sven a pat on the back whenever he managed to achieve something. Even at his school performances he would get a quick hug before his parents started talking to everyone about Sten.
Sven managed to get his parents affection only once before the incident after performing as Erik in The Phantom of the Opera. After his performance an explosion went off and he was knocked out. When he awoke he was alone and half buried under rubble, only surviving because a support beam kept the debris from crushing him.
Other: Sven still carries his violin, using the case as a bludgeon when necessary.
Jak- Posts : 1959
Join date : 2013-01-27
Age : 29
Location : Haven City
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