Post by Greggory Underwood on Apr 15, 2009 18:15:00 GMT -5
ID INFORMATION
Name; Greggory Underwood
Age; 27
Gender; Male
Location; City
Affiliation; None
Viral Stats; Vulnerable
Organization; None (Civilian)
APPEARANCE
Eyes; Brown
Hair; Brown
Figure; Lean, slight muscular build
Clothing; Formerly, Gregg was always ahead of the latest fashion curve. His selection of clothing was huge, and he loved it. Recently however, he has returned to less extravagant outfits.
Other; In the past, Gregg prefered a clean, sleek appearance. Lately, however his hair is untouched, and his face unshaven. He is built a bit taller than average, and weighs about one hundred and eighty pounds.
PERSONAL
Attitude; Greggory Underwood has always longed for some kind of purpose in his life. Of course, when he was given a once in a lifetime oppertunity to be someone, his quest for purpose became a hunger for attention. Although this side of him vanished for the most part when he left California, it still resurfaces every now and then in the form of snide remarks and sarcastic comments.
In the past, Gregg could be described as extremely self centered. His brief period of fame made him into an attention craving, party loving, and ultimately selfish individual. He has realized the error of his ways, but finds it increasingly difficult to change, given the current situation.
Most importantly, Gregg has the capacity for the charisma, the charity, and the determination to succeed as a much needed leader in this apacolyptic city. But he needs to find the hidden stores of strength inside himself, and overcome his past mistakes in order to find purpose in this seemily meaningless world.
Likes;
- Playing the Guitar
- Attention/ Fame
- Women
- Power/ Money
- Being/ Feeling Important
Dislikes;
- Being Alone
- Waiting
- Being Average
- Feeling Trapped
- Clowns (Who doesn't?)
Fears;
Claustrophobia: The fear of enclosed spaces. Gregg has a fear of restriction and a fear of suffocation.
Flaws;
- Untrained in any form of combat or firearms. Well, he took up boxing for a bit, but I doubt that he could kill a zombie with his bare hands.
- Slightly Impatient
- Cocky
Talents;
- Fast. Made it to the city championship in his High School track team, and set four new records for the district.
- Potential Leadership
- Confident
COMBAT
Group; None (Civilian)
Position; None
Specialty; None (?)
Gear;
- Street clothes
- Guitar w/ shoulder strap
- Cell-phone (No signal)
- Fashlight
- Empty Wallet
Weapons;
- Tire Iron
- Sharp Tounge
- Fists (?)
BACKGROUND
Past;
Greggory Underwood was born in the small town of Greenslow bordering the city's east side. As a young child, he was accidentally locked in the cellar of his house. This event resulted in Gregg's severe claustrophobia.
Gregg's father abandoned his mother when he was four years old, and he has never seen him since. Gregg's mother did her best to raise him alone, although she never understood his desire to escape Greenslow and move to the city. As a result, their relationship never made it past the "toleration" stage.
Gregg's teenage years were devoted to escaping the town, which he considered his prison.
After High School, Gregg became the lead guitarist for a local band who later convinced him to stay in Greenslow. Gregg reluctantly agreed, and stayed in the band for about a year before finally convicing himself that they were holding him back from his true potential.
Gregg moved to the City, where he auditioned for several gigs, but ultimately ignored. He eventually became a desk jockey, laboring over a keyboard in a sterile office, longing for something more. Part of him wanted to return to Greenslow, but he didn't want to admit that he had been wrong about his potential as a musician.
Gregg's life became redundant and monotonus. Just as he was about to give in and return home in shame, a rock band in the city sent out a call for a replacement member. Gregg auditioned, and got the job. He stayed with the band, participating in shows around the city for quite a while. He brought up his aspirations to tour across the country, but the rest of the band continued to turn him down. Gregg once again found himself stuck in a rut.
But Greggory's big break came when he and the band were performing in the City's most popular bar. It was there that an executive from a famous record company noticed Gregg's talent, and made him an offer. Of course, Gregg would have to leave his fellow band members behind to pursue a career playing guitar for the record company. Of course, he had no trouble with that. After all, they had been holding him back.
With a bit of voice coaching, and under the direction of the record company, Greggory Underwood released his first single for the radio. It was a major hit, holding #4 on the U.S. top 100 for over a month. The studio, realizing his potental gave Gregg a terrible deal, and asked for an entire CD. Gregg didn't realise that he was being cheated; he thought that he was rich. He quickly rented a beach house in California, and threw a massive party, that lasted for days on end. He blew his cash on a sporty new car, booze, and drugs. In less than a month, he was in debt.
Realizing what a liability he had become, the record company terminated their contract with him.
For Gregg Underwood, fame had come and gone.
He has recently returned to the City, and was seeking a new job when the virus hit. Now, he has become one of the few stragglers left to wander the streets in search of food and a safe place to spend the night.
Sample Post;
The tiny plastic cup was empty. Again.
There wasn’t even any ice to soothe his dry throat. It was bad enough that he was already choking on the artificial oxygen that was being forced into his lungs. The air around him was thick, unnatural. Every breath that he took seemed like there was less and less substance; like he was on the edge of suffocation.
Not to mention how cramped this airplane was. Gregg had been on enough planes to know that whoever constructed this thing must have been trying extra hard to make it as uncomfortable as possible. The seats in front of him leaned back so far that he couldn’t even open his tray table. His backpack could barely fit under the seat in front of him, and the cart that was being pushed up and down the aisle had crushed his foot twice in the past half hour.
In short, this plane took claustrophobia to a whole new level.
But being uncomfortable was the least of Gregg's problems. Only a few weeks ago, Gregg was basking in the limelight. Now, he was now jobless, homeless, and in debt. It had taken one month for the music industry to chew him up, and spit him back out again.
"The Captian now asks you to raise all seats and tray tables to their upright and locked position. We ask you to please fasten your seatbelt and prepare for landing."
Gregg sighed and glanced out of the window at the sea of blazing lights from the city below. It looked like a reflection of the night sky overhead.
Life really is a circle Gregg thought.
