Post by Rogen on Apr 30, 2009 17:35:35 GMT -7
[Name] Joey Silvas
[Gender] Male
[Age] 19
[Type] Human
[Looks]
[Family] Father and Mother with an older brother, but no idea if they are alive or not.
[Orientation] Straight
[Personality Profile] Joey is a cold and synical person, mostly because he has no real friends. He's exceptionally smart, but his cocky attitude puts people off. He's also quite apathetic when it comes to other people's well being, then again, he's now in a world as apathetic as he is and will need people to survive... how will he deal!?
[History Report] Joey was born a silent baby. Never cried, never laughed, never giggled. He was deemed retarded until he graduated elementary with nothing but A's. And then Middle school with nothing but A's. And finally, two weeks before Graduation, he had nothing but A's in Highschool. He is a late graduate though. His Parents wanted to help him learn by homeschooling him, and by the time he'd shown them his own intelligence was greater than they had thought, it was already a year late for him to be enrolled into normal school.
Joey was walking down the library when he heard screaming. His head snapped up, eyes wide, but other than that no other panic showed on his mute face. Men and women were running through the streets, others appeared to be chasing them. All Joey did was sit there, hands in his pockets, watching as a man was tackled and literally eaten alive infront of him. Joey has reached into his pocket, pulled out a pack of cig's he'd gotten from one of the drug dealers at school, and lit it up, watching as people got slammed into cars and torn apart, his eyes relaxed now. The wave of running had died down, and now, only hungry flesh eating monsters ate the dead. Joey pulled out his now dying out Cig, throwing it to the ground and stomping on it, he didn't wanna get a fine for a fire.
He swiftly but calmly decended the stairs, passing by the zombies with no problem, since they were saticfied with their meals it seemed. As he walked, he found a police car, the door open and a blood trail leading off behind another car. He shrugged, crawling in and looking around, finding a loaded .45 glock, taking it and cocking it back, checking the slide. He came back out, glancing around, before walking off.
He was a couple blocks from the Hospital now, not really coming across anything devious yet.... YET....
[Notes] Hates naive people. Hates people who complain alot. Hates people who scare. Hates people who wanna be heroes. He hates people who think they can defy the laws of nature. But most of all, he's terrified of people that can outsmart him...
[Gender] Male
[Age] 19
[Type] Human
[Looks]
[Family] Father and Mother with an older brother, but no idea if they are alive or not.
[Orientation] Straight
[Personality Profile] Joey is a cold and synical person, mostly because he has no real friends. He's exceptionally smart, but his cocky attitude puts people off. He's also quite apathetic when it comes to other people's well being, then again, he's now in a world as apathetic as he is and will need people to survive... how will he deal!?
[History Report] Joey was born a silent baby. Never cried, never laughed, never giggled. He was deemed retarded until he graduated elementary with nothing but A's. And then Middle school with nothing but A's. And finally, two weeks before Graduation, he had nothing but A's in Highschool. He is a late graduate though. His Parents wanted to help him learn by homeschooling him, and by the time he'd shown them his own intelligence was greater than they had thought, it was already a year late for him to be enrolled into normal school.
Joey was walking down the library when he heard screaming. His head snapped up, eyes wide, but other than that no other panic showed on his mute face. Men and women were running through the streets, others appeared to be chasing them. All Joey did was sit there, hands in his pockets, watching as a man was tackled and literally eaten alive infront of him. Joey has reached into his pocket, pulled out a pack of cig's he'd gotten from one of the drug dealers at school, and lit it up, watching as people got slammed into cars and torn apart, his eyes relaxed now. The wave of running had died down, and now, only hungry flesh eating monsters ate the dead. Joey pulled out his now dying out Cig, throwing it to the ground and stomping on it, he didn't wanna get a fine for a fire.
He swiftly but calmly decended the stairs, passing by the zombies with no problem, since they were saticfied with their meals it seemed. As he walked, he found a police car, the door open and a blood trail leading off behind another car. He shrugged, crawling in and looking around, finding a loaded .45 glock, taking it and cocking it back, checking the slide. He came back out, glancing around, before walking off.
He was a couple blocks from the Hospital now, not really coming across anything devious yet.... YET....
[Notes] Hates naive people. Hates people who complain alot. Hates people who scare. Hates people who wanna be heroes. He hates people who think they can defy the laws of nature. But most of all, he's terrified of people that can outsmart him...