Post by streex on Apr 20, 2009 13:55:02 GMT -5
::Accesing PD terminal::
Uplink Completed.
Authorizing...
***Approved***
*Level 3 security clearance granted*
ID INFORMATION
APPEARANCE
PERSONAL
COMBAT
BACKGROUND
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The once majestic complex was now nothing more than a blood soaked ruin,and Desin knew he would be better off leaving as soon as possible.
Keeping his baseball bat in hand,Desin moved silently up the corridor,attempting to not draw any attention to himself.
'
'You got alot of nerve showing up here boy..'' yelled a voice, far to fimiliar to Desin.''So,did you come back here to get it?''
Desin turned,his eyes locked on the man.
''Whats it to you..''
The man smiled,brushing his hand through his thick black hair.
''Well we are brothers...afterall..''
''Not anymore we arn't''
Desin moved up the street,examining bodies and burning wreckage that used to be a bus.
''Hello?!'' Desin shouted in a hopeless attempt for other survivors to hear him.
Realising that noone was coming,Desin continued up the street towards the sporting goods store.Suddenly,something caught his eye,a distant shimmer at first,but as he got closer the shimmer began to form into a BWM minicar.
[image]
Unfortunatelly upclose the shimmer was nothing more than a dented,blood sprayed mess of a car,but a opportunity is a opportunity.Desin wasted no time in smashing in the drivers window,causing an alarm to sound.Pulling the latch on the side,Desin managed to unlock to car door.Sitting himself down in the glass ridden seat,Desin noticed the key was still inside the ignition.
''That was easy...''
Suddenly,Desin heard a faint moaning sound coming from the back of the car.Desin turned as a female zombie raised from the back seat of the car.The zombie pulled Desin towards her,snapping her jaws.Using his free arm,Desin pushed the zombie back enough to grab a shard of glass from the now vacant window. Using the makeshift shank,Desin delivered four blows to the zombies head and kneck,causing it to slump back into its seat.
''Holy shit...that was close...''
Turning the ignition key,Desin started up the car.
Uplink Completed.
Authorizing...
***Approved***
*Level 3 security clearance granted*
ID INFORMATION
Name: Desin Drazkell
Age; 22
Gender; Male
Location; City,Apartments
Affiliation; Nuetral
Viral Stats; Not infected,healthy
Organization; CitizenAPPEARANCE
Eyes; Brown
Hair; Black,medium in lengh
Figure; 6ft 1inch,medium build
Clothing; Black sleeveless hoodie,white shirt,black jeans,black sneakers,gasmask
Other; Tattoo sleeves on arms,tatoo on backPERSONAL
Attitude;
-Friendly
-Somewhat a pyromaniac,
-Witty
Likes;
- Fire
- Baseball
- Guitar
Dislikes;
- Unsharpened blades
- Odd noises
- Rats
Fears; Cleithrophobia
Flaws; Abit too comfortable around fire
Talents;
-Generally good swinging arm
- Hardened life in prison has taught him how to make makeshift weapons such as shanks and molotov cocktailsCOMBAT
Group; Citizen
Position; N/A
Specialty; Close combat weaponry,brutal,Fire
Gear; Zippo lighter,Rucksack,Lighter fuel
Weapons; Baseball bat drenched in lighter fuel,kitchen knifeBACKGROUND
Past; Desin Trazkell has had a interesting life to say the least. He was born into a family of Two,one father and a older brother called Rodger.Unfortunatelly Desins mother died at childbirth due to medical complications.At age 10 he was caught lighting fireworks aimed at Tobalts elemetry school.At age 18 he was sent to Crowley County Correctional Facility, a private prison in Colorado for three counts of arson and one count of grand theft auto.He spent three years in prison before being released on good behavior.One year on,and Desins world has crumbled before his eyes.--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The once majestic complex was now nothing more than a blood soaked ruin,and Desin knew he would be better off leaving as soon as possible.
Keeping his baseball bat in hand,Desin moved silently up the corridor,attempting to not draw any attention to himself.
'
'You got alot of nerve showing up here boy..'' yelled a voice, far to fimiliar to Desin.''So,did you come back here to get it?''
Desin turned,his eyes locked on the man.
''Whats it to you..''
The man smiled,brushing his hand through his thick black hair.
''Well we are brothers...afterall..''
''Not anymore we arn't''
Desin moved up the street,examining bodies and burning wreckage that used to be a bus.
''Hello?!'' Desin shouted in a hopeless attempt for other survivors to hear him.
Realising that noone was coming,Desin continued up the street towards the sporting goods store.Suddenly,something caught his eye,a distant shimmer at first,but as he got closer the shimmer began to form into a BWM minicar.
[image]
Unfortunatelly upclose the shimmer was nothing more than a dented,blood sprayed mess of a car,but a opportunity is a opportunity.Desin wasted no time in smashing in the drivers window,causing an alarm to sound.Pulling the latch on the side,Desin managed to unlock to car door.Sitting himself down in the glass ridden seat,Desin noticed the key was still inside the ignition.
''That was easy...''
Suddenly,Desin heard a faint moaning sound coming from the back of the car.Desin turned as a female zombie raised from the back seat of the car.The zombie pulled Desin towards her,snapping her jaws.Using his free arm,Desin pushed the zombie back enough to grab a shard of glass from the now vacant window. Using the makeshift shank,Desin delivered four blows to the zombies head and kneck,causing it to slump back into its seat.
''Holy shit...that was close...''
Turning the ignition key,Desin started up the car.
