Post by Francis on Mar 3, 2009 22:10:59 GMT -7
[Name] Francis Andrews
[Gender] Male
[Age] 22
[Type] Human
[Looks] Mature, young adult. Many tattoos, adorned across body, neck, arms, possibly legs. Goatee and small moustache.
Francis Pic 1
[Family] None left now. Had one older brother. Mother and father left at a young age.
[Orientation] Bisexual.
[Personality Profile] Fears having to rely on people.
Usually decides that he hates most people. Hates most things.
Very hateful. Guns seem to be his best friend. He does have extreme sexual tension, most of the time he hides it by killing things(Usually infected). Around people, he is rude, uncaring, snobby, and all around, has an attitude. He's never really had anything of value except his bike. Without it, he doesn't really value anything. His bike was smashed in his first encounter with a Tank. Anger management is not his friend. When angered, usually gets out of control with his insults and gunfire. Hell hath fury on the infected that pisses off Francis.
[History Report] At the age of 10, my parents decided they wanted to disappear, and never come back. My brother took me with him. He was only 18 at the time, and did everything he could to support me. He even let me into his bike gang. Bought me my own ride. We did what we wanted, robbing people, and taking what we needed to survive. When the apocalypse hit, we were finally at home. No one to tell us what to do, and we could survive. The gang became infected in no time, and we had to ditch them. Even to that day, I have never seen my brother cry. When he was attacked by a hunter, I couldn't save him. I was too scared. Finally the hunter lept away, satisfied at his kill. I ran to my brothers side, his chest tore open, and bleeding everywhere. All I could do was cry. He smiled, and a tear ran down his cheek. All he could muster to say was,
"Run.."
So I did...
[Notes] Pills Here?
[Gender] Male
[Age] 22
[Type] Human
[Looks] Mature, young adult. Many tattoos, adorned across body, neck, arms, possibly legs. Goatee and small moustache.
Francis Pic 1
[Family] None left now. Had one older brother. Mother and father left at a young age.
[Orientation] Bisexual.
[Personality Profile] Fears having to rely on people.
Usually decides that he hates most people. Hates most things.
Very hateful. Guns seem to be his best friend. He does have extreme sexual tension, most of the time he hides it by killing things(Usually infected). Around people, he is rude, uncaring, snobby, and all around, has an attitude. He's never really had anything of value except his bike. Without it, he doesn't really value anything. His bike was smashed in his first encounter with a Tank. Anger management is not his friend. When angered, usually gets out of control with his insults and gunfire. Hell hath fury on the infected that pisses off Francis.
[History Report] At the age of 10, my parents decided they wanted to disappear, and never come back. My brother took me with him. He was only 18 at the time, and did everything he could to support me. He even let me into his bike gang. Bought me my own ride. We did what we wanted, robbing people, and taking what we needed to survive. When the apocalypse hit, we were finally at home. No one to tell us what to do, and we could survive. The gang became infected in no time, and we had to ditch them. Even to that day, I have never seen my brother cry. When he was attacked by a hunter, I couldn't save him. I was too scared. Finally the hunter lept away, satisfied at his kill. I ran to my brothers side, his chest tore open, and bleeding everywhere. All I could do was cry. He smiled, and a tear ran down his cheek. All he could muster to say was,
"Run.."
So I did...
[Notes] Pills Here?