Post by Samuel Knight on Apr 3, 2016 17:34:25 GMT
Name: Samuel Troin Knight.
Alias: Cub.
Age:17.
Gender: Male.
Sexual Orientation:Straight.
Faction: Survivor.
Role: Runner.
Location: Currently in the woods near The Ranches Stealing food whenever he can.
Physical Description: Small Build about 5,8 ft tall Not a lot of muscle mass on arms but his leg muscles are that compared to an olympic sprinter, wears a brown hoodie and some camouflage cargo jeans that have holes in them around the shin area, also wears brown worn out hiking boots.
Personality: Samuel can always find something funny about the currently situation comes across at first as cocky and stupid.
Alignment: He is considered good to his friends.
Likes: Likes to play guitar if he can find one, also doesn't mind running places
Dislikes: Extremely afraid of living in a society since he was raised in the quarantine zone he never could get used to a gun to his head while they checked to see if he was infected or not.
Strengths: Running, Climbing, and being Cunning.
Weaknesses: Clumsy and not Attuned to the environment around him.
History and Background: Samuel was born in the quarantine zone his father was a soldier and his mother was a smuggler, she was caught trying to sneak out of the quarantine zone when samuel was 13 and she was killed, and when samuel was 9 his father got killed by a firefly attack. After his mother died he had to pick up the smuggling business to keep himself alive.
Arsenal: Metal baseball bat with razor blades glued into them, and one climbing pick.
Equipment: Wears a backpack that contains a few days of food and water, also had a bag of marbles hanging at waist and a climbing pick hanging behind his back, in the backpack with the food and water is also a bag of razor blades.
Roleplay Example:I landed with a thud on my face after missing the final step of the staircase I immediately grabbed my baseball bat and rolled over on my back out of breath laughing a little bit. I slowly stood up and dusted myself off and looked out into the woods, “wonder how much food i can get today” i said with a sly smile. As I held the baseball bat in my hand I heard a noise in the tree and when i looked up it was a little baby owl sitting there. I laughed it off and started sprinting towards the farms that this one group of survivors use to farm food , It didn't take me long to get there running through the woods doesn't take much effort now that i know the terrain this will be my seventh time stealing from the group of survivors that lived here for a whil- Right as i was in that thought I tripped over a root hanging out of the ground and rolled around a couple feet and was stopped by hitting a tree. I coughed and rolled away from the tree while i was on my back i looked at my arm and sighed “that makes two today, i'm on a roll today” As i laid there smiling like an idiot about the current situation I looked to my right and say the barrier and guards of the farm once i get past them i'll have to sneak past the patrols get to the crops steal some and run like hell to get out. I climbed up the tree that i slammed into and when i was half way up I started to reach out and jump to another tree, I repeated this until I was at the tree closest to the barricades then I started to shimmy down the tree and that was when i heard it the sound of an arrow thud straight into my shin I slammed my head into the tree trying to remain silent from the excruciating pain in my leg. “Next one goes through your back if you don't get down here” said a man with a gruff voice I couldn't see where he was from the tree but judging from the arrow it wasn't one of the guards, I slid down the tree faster and jumped when it was a safe distance and landed on my good leg “I used to use bow an arrows then i took an arrow to the kn-” the man rushed towards me and punched me in the face knocking me out.
Extras: For some reason owls love to fly near Samuel.
Alias: Cub.
Age:17.
Gender: Male.
Sexual Orientation:Straight.
Faction: Survivor.
Role: Runner.
Location: Currently in the woods near The Ranches Stealing food whenever he can.
Physical Description: Small Build about 5,8 ft tall Not a lot of muscle mass on arms but his leg muscles are that compared to an olympic sprinter, wears a brown hoodie and some camouflage cargo jeans that have holes in them around the shin area, also wears brown worn out hiking boots.
Personality: Samuel can always find something funny about the currently situation comes across at first as cocky and stupid.
Alignment: He is considered good to his friends.
Likes: Likes to play guitar if he can find one, also doesn't mind running places
Dislikes: Extremely afraid of living in a society since he was raised in the quarantine zone he never could get used to a gun to his head while they checked to see if he was infected or not.
Strengths: Running, Climbing, and being Cunning.
Weaknesses: Clumsy and not Attuned to the environment around him.
History and Background: Samuel was born in the quarantine zone his father was a soldier and his mother was a smuggler, she was caught trying to sneak out of the quarantine zone when samuel was 13 and she was killed, and when samuel was 9 his father got killed by a firefly attack. After his mother died he had to pick up the smuggling business to keep himself alive.
Arsenal: Metal baseball bat with razor blades glued into them, and one climbing pick.
Equipment: Wears a backpack that contains a few days of food and water, also had a bag of marbles hanging at waist and a climbing pick hanging behind his back, in the backpack with the food and water is also a bag of razor blades.
Roleplay Example:I landed with a thud on my face after missing the final step of the staircase I immediately grabbed my baseball bat and rolled over on my back out of breath laughing a little bit. I slowly stood up and dusted myself off and looked out into the woods, “wonder how much food i can get today” i said with a sly smile. As I held the baseball bat in my hand I heard a noise in the tree and when i looked up it was a little baby owl sitting there. I laughed it off and started sprinting towards the farms that this one group of survivors use to farm food , It didn't take me long to get there running through the woods doesn't take much effort now that i know the terrain this will be my seventh time stealing from the group of survivors that lived here for a whil- Right as i was in that thought I tripped over a root hanging out of the ground and rolled around a couple feet and was stopped by hitting a tree. I coughed and rolled away from the tree while i was on my back i looked at my arm and sighed “that makes two today, i'm on a roll today” As i laid there smiling like an idiot about the current situation I looked to my right and say the barrier and guards of the farm once i get past them i'll have to sneak past the patrols get to the crops steal some and run like hell to get out. I climbed up the tree that i slammed into and when i was half way up I started to reach out and jump to another tree, I repeated this until I was at the tree closest to the barricades then I started to shimmy down the tree and that was when i heard it the sound of an arrow thud straight into my shin I slammed my head into the tree trying to remain silent from the excruciating pain in my leg. “Next one goes through your back if you don't get down here” said a man with a gruff voice I couldn't see where he was from the tree but judging from the arrow it wasn't one of the guards, I slid down the tree faster and jumped when it was a safe distance and landed on my good leg “I used to use bow an arrows then i took an arrow to the kn-” the man rushed towards me and punched me in the face knocking me out.
Extras: For some reason owls love to fly near Samuel.