| The Basic Info | Character Description |
| Attitudes |
| Age : | 48 | Height : | 5' 10'' | Weight : | 190 | Blood Type : | O Positive |
| Gender : | Male | Skin Color : | Deep brown | Eye Color : | Brown | Hair Color : | Black |
| Distinguishing Features : | Heh. I blend in. You learn to blend in, not stick out... something you pick up real quick-like when your neck's on the line. Haven't been eating that well, but still got a bit of the potbelly left from when I was. I guess I'm a mess most of the time now - hard to find a shower, you see... hell, it's hard to even think about showering these days, letting your guard down like that... a lot of the small things you used to do, you start to miss 'em, you know? Like stumbling out of your bed to brush your teeth. Never knew how much I'd miss something like that... |
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| Common Garb : | You know, spend most of your life in a car, you don't find much time for fashion. You gotta live by necessity, what's needed, you know?... You learn to stick with what works, what can take a beating or two, and every once in a while, the Salvation Army is your best friend... but there's that letterman jacket from high school. Yeah, it's old, and it smells real funny, and hell, it doesn't even fit anymore - can't wear it, comfortably anyway, you know? - but I keep it around, and it seems to follow me wherever I go. Lord knows why... sometimes, maybe I think, it's the only thing I have left. The only thing that's real, that reminds me... but yeah, really, I don't know why I even keep the damn thing around anymore. |
| Education : | You know, I used to be real proud of my education, my folks too. Poor black kid from Brooklyn, gets his undergrad from NYU, finishes law at Georgetown, passes the DC bar exam almost right out of school!... Yeah, used to be real proud. Even spent time in the army. It was all "american dream," you know... Doesn't seem to matter much now, though. Lotsa things don't seem to matter much now. |
| Occupation : | I used to be a lawyer, and a real good one at that. Made junior partner in just two years in one of the biggest law firms in DC. Left a little later to lobby at the Hill for this chemical production company, fighting off the eco-brats and the greenies, all those neo-hippies trying to revive the sixties... it sometimes left a sour taste in my mouth, but it paid the bills, you know? Now the only bill I have to pay is for fuel, driving, just driving. I figure if I keep on the move, just keep on the move... You know what? I miss paying real bills, credit cards, hot water, mortgage, alimony... Heh. Never thought I'd say that. |
| Religious Affliation : | My folks always raised me to be a real devout catholic, but I've been slipping since college. Don't know whether nowadays I should start praying again or change to a different religion. |
| Other Affliations : | Heh. I used to work for the ACLU. Was a shriner. Wore those stupid little hats, did charity runs. All sorts of things like that, little things, groups of folks who used to get together every weekend and talk about minutes and the waitress that'd be serving our table that week... I guess I'm all alone now. |
| Current Residence/Protectorate : | I'm on the road. Been on the road close to two years now, ever since I started... I started seeing things, things, these things, you know... Jesus Christ, they're everywhere too, you know? But I felt like I needed to move, to run, to just keep on the move... but they're everywhere, and these folks, these people, milling about, smiling, laughing, and they don't know that they're everywhere... I keep on the move. Keep on runnin'. There's nothin' I'm really running from, but you know, you keep movin', you keep movin', and soon, everyone, they all start looking the same... |
| Vehicle | I've been driving the same car since college; this real old Fairlane, dumped about maybe two years worth of shitty tips and even shittier paychecks to buy. Car's getting real old now, about as old as me, dented, rusting in some parts, and yeah, sometimes, when it's real cold, she doesn't wanna start... but she still runs when she has to, and she hasn't failed me yet. 'Bout the only thing I trust anymore. |
| Weapon(s) of Choice | Weapons? Yeah, I know weapons. If there's one thing Uncle Sam teaches ya, it's how to shoot your damn guns. I keep a shotgun, real simple 12 gauge Winchester pump I used to go hunting with on the weekends, in the trunk, right next to that ol' Louisville slugger my dad gave me when I was a kid. I might be getting on in my years, but there's muscle enough left in these arms to still crack a head or two. There's that old .38 in the glove compartment, but I'm not too sure if it even works anymore... afraid if I try it'll blow my damn hand off. Bought it because I was worried about muggers. Muggers! Jesus, if getting mugged was the only thing I had to worry about now... |
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| Other Notes : | Hope. Hope. Hope. It started about two years ago, and there was this voice inside my head, repeating itself over and over again. Hope. I couldn't get to sleep at night, and I'd show up at work... everybody thought I was hitting the bottle again. And then I started seeing things. Just... things. Everywhere. I thought I was going crazy. Hell, I wished I was growing crazy, except insane folks usually don't know that they're insane, you know? I started seeing a psychiatrist, went on some pills, didn't check into work - didn't want to leave, you know? Just pull the blinds and sleep all day and not turn on the goddamn TV or anything... It went like this for a few weeks, and I went to get a refill on the pills, and they started to notice me. Staring too hard, you know? Then one day, I saw one of those things actually kill someone...
So I left. I left everything. I got in my car and I started to drive. I suppose I wasn't crazy - there were some other folks who could see what I was seeing, hell, most of 'em were fighting what I was seeing - but that didn't help much. And my God, they were everywhere. Everywhere. So I just kept on moving. And driving. Every city I reach, I'll figure I'll stay, but then that itch just returns... I keep on moving. Am I coward? I suppose. Never figured for one before. Nothing ever scared me before, always had to fight to get to where I am... I'm an old man, though. These muscles don't move the way that they used to, and the arthritis has been getting worse since I can't get my pills refilled. Hell, had one bypass, docs used to tell me that I was a prime target of another heart attack... I'm not scared for my life. I've never been before. But these things, these things scare me, everything that I used to pack up in the back of my head, all those stories my dad used to tell me before I went to bed... they're real? But am I really scared of these things? Yeah, maybe, I am. Who wouldn't be. So I keep on moving... but really, is that it? They're everywhere. If I was fearing for my life I'd be safer just bolting myself into a bunker. Maybe it's the people...? Yeah, maybe. All those folks, living their lives, and Christ, I can tell you how hard living can actually be, but they don't know a damn thing - hell, I don't know a damn thing either - but still, they can't see anything... Dear Lord. I just don't know what to do anymore. I just don't know what to do. |
| Attitudes Towards Hunters: | I remember this one time, in daylight, plain as can be, this - this thing - just grabbed this little girl, couldn't have been more than 15, right off the street. There were some others, I remember them real well - some big burly guy with a bunch of tattoos and a fresh-faced kid, looked like he walked straight out of a farm - and they were there, screaming and beating on that, that mess, trying their damndest to pry the little girl from its arms? I couldn't tell, I never saw what happened. I was just running as fast as these tired old legs could carry me, but I remembered the look they gave me, like they expected me to do something... I never felt more helpless, and seeing those folks, risking their lives to help her, I don't know, I just don't know... |
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| Attitudes Towards Enemy: | You know, I can see them... I see them every single day, even out here, driving from one gas station to the next. Not a goddamn day goes by that I don't see something that makes me want to shit my pants, but you know, there's that ol' adage, what you can't see can't hurt you...? A golden rule to live by nowadays, my friend. Even feigned ignorance is bliss, or a close approximation thereof. There was this one time, though, don't know what the hell it was, but it was stalking me, didn't know I could see it I think... hell, the first thing I did was jump in the car, reversed over it (shit, I hope I reversed over it), and gunned it towards the interstate. |
| Attitudes Towards Humans: | You know, there are a lot of times I still think about my son. I haven't spoken to him much since his mo - er, Marlene and I split up, but he's a bright kid. Last I heard he was heading out of USC at the head of his class. I think about him, and I think about Marlene, and I think about all those other folks out there, just livin' their lives... they have a right to it, you know? A God-given right. I just feel so helpless, and angry... I want to help as many people as I can, you know, just help them, but... heh. You know, I've been crying a lot lately. Almost every night. I wish I could I say I don't know why, but I do. And it hurts. It just fucking hurts. |
| The Basic Info | Character Description |
| Attitudes |