Post by daniel on Dec 10, 2009 18:17:34 GMT -5
Name: Daniel Moore
Nick Name: Dan. Anyone who calls him Danny Boy meets his fist
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance:
Weapon: A basic hunting knife sheathed to his belt. A spiked club similar to this one, only his is more rustic and homemade. The item is strapped to his back in a sling form. To prevent the spikes from puncturing into his back, the strap of the sling is hooked to a loop on his vest, keeping the spiked end extended to the air.
History: Daniel grew up quite commonly in a middle class home. He was no poverty but nor was he considered well off either. His family was comfortable in their finances. They had enough to indulge themselves as any other basic human family; video games, computers with internet, television, etc. Being part of New Jersey and living along the coast, his family paid frequent visits to the beach. His mother, father, sister and he had many traditions they paid homage to as a family.
Overall, his childhood was boring and typical. Well, excepting his earliest years when the Great War broke out, but he was too young to remember anything of it. Hell, even his teen years weren’t anything special. He celebrated it like any other hormonal teen, chasing around, struggling homework and attempting to stay active in sports. Of course, the latter began to dwindle over time as the discovery of drugs took over. At 16, he and his friends would hang out behind the school and smoke a joint or two before coming in late to classes. After about a year of it though, the fad died out and the nearing of graduation took over.
Dan graduated with B’s and C’s, nothing special. It was enough to be accepted into multiple colleges. But, graduating at 18, he opted to not progress. Not yet at least. He spent 4 years working up a resume, sampling different job fields. During the time, he collected his cash and got a place of his own, not far from his family of course. His sister, Antonia, was 5 years younger than him and still too young to leave home herself. He would spend many weekdays and Saturdays visiting his family after work.
Right before his 23rd birthday, hell broke loose. For a short time before, there had been a growing danger all over, a threat. It wasn’t until one fateful Saturday that his world was shattered. Waking as normal, he preparing himself to go visit his family. Opening the door, he was forced to view disaster. Cars had crashed into other cars, people ripping into other people, homes on fire, disaster. Several homes in his area were still in one piece, but it was obvious that was all going to change real soon. It took him no time to lock up his door and work on an emergency pack. He only had time to grab a change of clothing, a first aid kid, some food and his hunting knife before his front door was smashed in.
Escaping through a second story window, Daniel barely escaped the rioting, running for his parent’s home. Upon reaching the destination, only blood and chaos was left. There were no bodies, but there was plenty of blood along the walls. Despite the tidal wave of emotion that hit him, he pushed forward, heading to his folk’s jeep. He didn’t bother opening the garage door, simply rammed through it. He went as far as 2/3 of gas in the tank would take him. That was Pennsylvania. For a year and a half, he survived with a fellow bunch of human survivors. Supplies began to dwindle and it was painfully obvious they needed to move on to somewhere better. Rumors had flowed in of a Haven for their kind. The group of 12 made their way to New York on blind faith. As they entered the state, it seemed the species got thicker, especially the rabid breed of Outsiders. They lost 4 members. Once at the borders of the city, they lost 5 more.
3 managed to make it in. Once in the streets, the other two agreed to part ways. Daniel knew it would have been safer in a group, but the other two were convinced it was be easier individually. Despite his pleas, they disregarded him and he was left to his lonesome, where he now searches for the haven of humans.
- Extras-
Personality: (If it is alright, I would like to keep this blank to help further develop.
Pictures: Model| Ryan Lebar
Treat me like any other member Omar! Lay it on me man! lol
Nick Name: Dan. Anyone who calls him Danny Boy meets his fist
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance:
- Hair| Black in color, layered shoulder length.
- Eyes| Emerald Green.
- Attire| Typically blue denim pants, plain T’s (preferably white), and vests.
Weapon: A basic hunting knife sheathed to his belt. A spiked club similar to this one, only his is more rustic and homemade. The item is strapped to his back in a sling form. To prevent the spikes from puncturing into his back, the strap of the sling is hooked to a loop on his vest, keeping the spiked end extended to the air.
History: Daniel grew up quite commonly in a middle class home. He was no poverty but nor was he considered well off either. His family was comfortable in their finances. They had enough to indulge themselves as any other basic human family; video games, computers with internet, television, etc. Being part of New Jersey and living along the coast, his family paid frequent visits to the beach. His mother, father, sister and he had many traditions they paid homage to as a family.
Overall, his childhood was boring and typical. Well, excepting his earliest years when the Great War broke out, but he was too young to remember anything of it. Hell, even his teen years weren’t anything special. He celebrated it like any other hormonal teen, chasing around, struggling homework and attempting to stay active in sports. Of course, the latter began to dwindle over time as the discovery of drugs took over. At 16, he and his friends would hang out behind the school and smoke a joint or two before coming in late to classes. After about a year of it though, the fad died out and the nearing of graduation took over.
Dan graduated with B’s and C’s, nothing special. It was enough to be accepted into multiple colleges. But, graduating at 18, he opted to not progress. Not yet at least. He spent 4 years working up a resume, sampling different job fields. During the time, he collected his cash and got a place of his own, not far from his family of course. His sister, Antonia, was 5 years younger than him and still too young to leave home herself. He would spend many weekdays and Saturdays visiting his family after work.
Right before his 23rd birthday, hell broke loose. For a short time before, there had been a growing danger all over, a threat. It wasn’t until one fateful Saturday that his world was shattered. Waking as normal, he preparing himself to go visit his family. Opening the door, he was forced to view disaster. Cars had crashed into other cars, people ripping into other people, homes on fire, disaster. Several homes in his area were still in one piece, but it was obvious that was all going to change real soon. It took him no time to lock up his door and work on an emergency pack. He only had time to grab a change of clothing, a first aid kid, some food and his hunting knife before his front door was smashed in.
Escaping through a second story window, Daniel barely escaped the rioting, running for his parent’s home. Upon reaching the destination, only blood and chaos was left. There were no bodies, but there was plenty of blood along the walls. Despite the tidal wave of emotion that hit him, he pushed forward, heading to his folk’s jeep. He didn’t bother opening the garage door, simply rammed through it. He went as far as 2/3 of gas in the tank would take him. That was Pennsylvania. For a year and a half, he survived with a fellow bunch of human survivors. Supplies began to dwindle and it was painfully obvious they needed to move on to somewhere better. Rumors had flowed in of a Haven for their kind. The group of 12 made their way to New York on blind faith. As they entered the state, it seemed the species got thicker, especially the rabid breed of Outsiders. They lost 4 members. Once at the borders of the city, they lost 5 more.
3 managed to make it in. Once in the streets, the other two agreed to part ways. Daniel knew it would have been safer in a group, but the other two were convinced it was be easier individually. Despite his pleas, they disregarded him and he was left to his lonesome, where he now searches for the haven of humans.
- Extras-
Personality: (If it is alright, I would like to keep this blank to help further develop.
Pictures: Model| Ryan Lebar
Treat me like any other member Omar! Lay it on me man! lol