Post by Monday on Jun 9, 2011 14:24:38 GMT -5
(Sorry for boarding you guys with all these characters haha but im only planning on keeping three.)
Name: Vince Shaw
Nicknames: none
Age: 23
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Ability: telepathy
Appearance: Vince is a slightly muscular toned male. He works out regularly and keeps good eating habits. Some say he's obsessed with his appearance, he calls it good hygiene.
Standing at about 5'10 he's any girl's wet dream, his skin is sun kissed from being outside so much when he was a mechanic.
He has brown hair combed into a stylish fauxhawk of sorts. He likes to stay clean and shaven, always checking no hair on his head is out of place. He wears a signature piece of gray duct tape around his wrist, to hide a rather ugly scar. One of his few imperfections, he thinks.
His eyes are the only thing that were affected by the radiation. What were once dark pools are now vivid purple irises. The color rich and enticing, he hates them. They remind of him of the freak he is when all he wants to do is be normal.
His closet consist of multiple loose muscle shirts(That tan doesn't happen by itself!) in a variety of color's and plain skinny jeans, in either black,gray, or blue. On his feet are trusty boots he loves to wear. The dirtier the better.
Personality: Vince is conceited, to put it bluntly. After the war he cares only for himself, and lives by the everyman for himself rule. If he ever speaks to you there's probably going to be heavy sarcasm in his words, he has a morbid sense of humor.
He wasn't always like this though, at one point he was a carefree and fun young man. Enjoying life to its fullest and never giving a shit what anyone said. Some days, if your lucky, you can still catch him like this. On particular days where he wakes up on the right side of the day, he's the best person to be around.
Friends come and go for him, he never bothers saying goodbye. After all, why should he? Its a dog eat dog world in society today, and you bet your ass he's going to survive.
History: His parents owned a small tire shop in his hometown where they fixed car's and other things. Vince happily worked with father in the shop, he earned a decent pay and got too see all types of different cars.
After high school he planned on taking over the family business, it seemed he was destined to fix cars his whole life. But hey, he wasn't complaining.
When the war hit, they started to lose business, people perfecting to stay indoors, rarely using their vehicles. They had to make money by other means so Vince would go around town and do odd jobs here and there.
One day he was hired to help construct a building one of his neighbors had been working on. He later found out it was a bomb shelter that would keep out any radiation also. Confused about why someone would build such a thing he didn't ask questions and worked.
It was a warm afternoon when he was inside working on it, it took a few months but it was mostly complete. The walls were made from thick lead and there were packs of food and water that could last a while. When the radiation bombs struck he was inside, he quickly locked the door shut and stayed protected. His neighbor had gone out that day for a few more supplies, and hadn't been heard of since that morning. Millions of thoughts ran trough Vince's head, where his parents ok? Is everyone dead except me?
After a few hours rapid and desperate knocks and shouts where heard on the door. Vince recognized him as his neighbor's and quickly let him in. The older man was limping and his leg was full of blood from a bite mark. As the days dragged on the man got weaker and weaker, he became nauseated and paralyzed. Worried Vince tried all the medicine he could, none of it worked.
After a week his neighbor passed away. Horrified Vince left the shelter not wanting to be alone with a dead body. The outside world was different and cruel. His house was destroyed and his family was no where in sight.
Name: Vince Shaw
Nicknames: none
Age: 23
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Ability: telepathy
Appearance: Vince is a slightly muscular toned male. He works out regularly and keeps good eating habits. Some say he's obsessed with his appearance, he calls it good hygiene.
Standing at about 5'10 he's any girl's wet dream, his skin is sun kissed from being outside so much when he was a mechanic.
He has brown hair combed into a stylish fauxhawk of sorts. He likes to stay clean and shaven, always checking no hair on his head is out of place. He wears a signature piece of gray duct tape around his wrist, to hide a rather ugly scar. One of his few imperfections, he thinks.
His eyes are the only thing that were affected by the radiation. What were once dark pools are now vivid purple irises. The color rich and enticing, he hates them. They remind of him of the freak he is when all he wants to do is be normal.
His closet consist of multiple loose muscle shirts(That tan doesn't happen by itself!) in a variety of color's and plain skinny jeans, in either black,gray, or blue. On his feet are trusty boots he loves to wear. The dirtier the better.
Personality: Vince is conceited, to put it bluntly. After the war he cares only for himself, and lives by the everyman for himself rule. If he ever speaks to you there's probably going to be heavy sarcasm in his words, he has a morbid sense of humor.
He wasn't always like this though, at one point he was a carefree and fun young man. Enjoying life to its fullest and never giving a shit what anyone said. Some days, if your lucky, you can still catch him like this. On particular days where he wakes up on the right side of the day, he's the best person to be around.
Friends come and go for him, he never bothers saying goodbye. After all, why should he? Its a dog eat dog world in society today, and you bet your ass he's going to survive.
History: His parents owned a small tire shop in his hometown where they fixed car's and other things. Vince happily worked with father in the shop, he earned a decent pay and got too see all types of different cars.
After high school he planned on taking over the family business, it seemed he was destined to fix cars his whole life. But hey, he wasn't complaining.
When the war hit, they started to lose business, people perfecting to stay indoors, rarely using their vehicles. They had to make money by other means so Vince would go around town and do odd jobs here and there.
One day he was hired to help construct a building one of his neighbors had been working on. He later found out it was a bomb shelter that would keep out any radiation also. Confused about why someone would build such a thing he didn't ask questions and worked.
It was a warm afternoon when he was inside working on it, it took a few months but it was mostly complete. The walls were made from thick lead and there were packs of food and water that could last a while. When the radiation bombs struck he was inside, he quickly locked the door shut and stayed protected. His neighbor had gone out that day for a few more supplies, and hadn't been heard of since that morning. Millions of thoughts ran trough Vince's head, where his parents ok? Is everyone dead except me?
After a few hours rapid and desperate knocks and shouts where heard on the door. Vince recognized him as his neighbor's and quickly let him in. The older man was limping and his leg was full of blood from a bite mark. As the days dragged on the man got weaker and weaker, he became nauseated and paralyzed. Worried Vince tried all the medicine he could, none of it worked.
After a week his neighbor passed away. Horrified Vince left the shelter not wanting to be alone with a dead body. The outside world was different and cruel. His house was destroyed and his family was no where in sight.
