Post by Refreak on May 29, 2009 16:25:15 GMT -5
ID INFORMATION
Name; Scott Bruhn
Age; 27 years
Gender; Male
Location; City, Apartment complex about three blocks from an underground entrance.
Affiliation;Neutral
Viral Stats; Not infected
Organization; Civvie
APPEARANCE
Eyes;Green
Hair;Dirty Blonde, 1/4 and 1/8th Inch, Fade
Figure; 187.96cm, 125.81kg, Muscular, Tanned
Clothing;
-Marine issue desert camoflague BDU's
-Matching Tan Leather Combat Boots
Other;
-"Semper Fidelis" across back,
-A skull over two M-16's with the words, "U.S. Marines, Mess With The Best, Die Like The Rest" on left shoulder
-Dogs Tags around neck
PERSONAL
Attitude;
Due to the fall out with his parents, Scott distanced himself from everyone he cared about. He is a loner and does not like the company of others. His former Corpsmen dubbed him "lone-wolf" due to the fact he always disappeared on missions to complete the objectives on his own. Don't let his rough exterior fool you though, he still cares about people enough to help them in any way possible.
Likes; Guns, Fighting, Chevrolet Pick-ups
Dislikes; Large groups of people, Annoying people, Talking about his past
Fears; Letting anyone get too close, Losing anyone that does get too close, His own temper.
Flaws; Temper- piss him off enough, who knows what he'll do.
Talents;
-Krudos,
-Firearms expert
COMBAT
Group; Civvie
Position;
Specialty;
-Krudos (Marine Martial-Arts)
-Firearms ranging from handguns up to the M60E1
Gear;
-5 day supply of MRE's
-Two extra mags for VP70
-Two bottles of Aquafina
-One extra box of 9x19mm Parabellum rounds
Weapons;
-Heckler & Koch VP70,
-17" Stiletto
BACKGROUND
Past;Scott had a fall out with his parents at the age of 16 and ran away from home. He later legally changed his name and joined the Marine Corps at the age of 17. Graduating near the top of his group, Scott became instantly recognized during the Crucible, the last fifty-six hours of boot camp, as one of the team's leaders. However he did not accept the responsibility of team leader and therefore was demoted. He served one tour in Iraq during the Gulf War and was captured and tortured. He carries the scars as a reminder of the horrors and pain he has seen and felt. He was with one William Coen on the mission in the African jungle. His friend Billy took the blame for the massacre of the 23 villagers, despite Scott's protests. He was later court-martialed and found innocent of the charges, due to the fact that he was following orders from his superior. After he was Dishonorably Discharged, along with his now good friend former 2nd Lieutenant William Coen, he dropped off the radar and moved to Raccoon City. Scott never looked up his family after he moved, nor did he care to, he has no clue as what has happened to them all he cares about is rescuing his friend, even if it gets him killed. Hearing from a reliable source that Billy was to be transferred to a military base for execution in September, Scott started to come up with a plan to save his friend, not knowing that Intel was false or that the vehicle transporting Billy had already passed through the mountains in July. Then before he could hike into the forest to intercept the vehicle, that had already been ambushed months before, the outbreak occurs. . .
Sample Post;
Scott was sleeping very lightly, with a hand under his pillow clutching his VP70, in his single bedroom apartment when he was suddenly jarred awake by a scream. Reacting upon reflex his hand flew out from under his pillow with the handgun raised. He quickly scanned his room and cautiously opened his bedroom door. He stepped into the hallway and walked into his living room, without any excitement. He was about to turn around and head off to bed once again, but another scream pierced the air, followed by multiple gunshots. This got Scott to rush over to one of the windows and peer outside.
What greeted his eyes was like something out of a B-rated horror movie. There were multiple police officers firing into a crowd of advancing people to no avail. But what surprised him the most was the fact that the crowd consisted of people that were actually missing limbs and/or covered in blood. Plus the fact that they were feasting upon anybody that was too slow to escape their grasp. Scott's mind quickly registered the creatures for what they were, zombies.
There's only a couple ways to kill them, fuck were they, yes, of course break their necks or blow their brains out. He thought to himself.
Before he could relay his message to the few cops that were still alive, there was a pounding on his door. Not just any pounding, but a slow rhythmic pounding that he knew from the nights he stayed up late to watch those horror movies he loved so much.
Shit they're inside the building, extra mags. Need to grab some extra mags. Tell the cops to aim for the heads first. He scolded himself.
"Hey, aim for their heads!" He shouted down at the last three cops. They looked up at him for a split second then nodded their heads accepting his input and started firing again. Acting quickly, Scott pushed his couch in front of the apartment door to try and delay the zombies while he quickly got dressed. Pulling on his desert cammies and his combat boots, he rushed to his nightstand and withdrew the three extra mags for his weapon and ran out to the living room. Only then did he notice the silence, he peered out the window once again to see that cops were all dead, but they managed to take some of the zombies along with them.
He backed away from the window at the sound of crunching wood. He looked over at the door and saw that one zombie was crawling over the door fragments and fell to the ground. The zombie slowly stood up and stumbled over towards Scott reaching out for him with bloodied hands. Dodging the zombies grasp, Scott ran behind it and grasped it's head. Breaking it's neck with the greatest of ease thanks to his combat training. He looked back at the door to see two more zombies falling on the floor of his apartment.
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Name; Scott Bruhn
Age; 27 years
Gender; Male
Location; City, Apartment complex about three blocks from an underground entrance.
Affiliation;Neutral
Viral Stats; Not infected
Organization; Civvie
APPEARANCE
Eyes;Green
Hair;Dirty Blonde, 1/4 and 1/8th Inch, Fade
Figure; 187.96cm, 125.81kg, Muscular, Tanned
Clothing;
-Marine issue desert camoflague BDU's
-Matching Tan Leather Combat Boots
Other;
-"Semper Fidelis" across back,
-A skull over two M-16's with the words, "U.S. Marines, Mess With The Best, Die Like The Rest" on left shoulder
-Dogs Tags around neck
PERSONAL
Attitude;
Due to the fall out with his parents, Scott distanced himself from everyone he cared about. He is a loner and does not like the company of others. His former Corpsmen dubbed him "lone-wolf" due to the fact he always disappeared on missions to complete the objectives on his own. Don't let his rough exterior fool you though, he still cares about people enough to help them in any way possible.
Likes; Guns, Fighting, Chevrolet Pick-ups
Dislikes; Large groups of people, Annoying people, Talking about his past
Fears; Letting anyone get too close, Losing anyone that does get too close, His own temper.
Flaws; Temper- piss him off enough, who knows what he'll do.
Talents;
-Krudos,
-Firearms expert
COMBAT
Group; Civvie
Position;
Specialty;
-Krudos (Marine Martial-Arts)
-Firearms ranging from handguns up to the M60E1
Gear;
-5 day supply of MRE's
-Two extra mags for VP70
-Two bottles of Aquafina
-One extra box of 9x19mm Parabellum rounds
Weapons;
-Heckler & Koch VP70,
-17" Stiletto
BACKGROUND
Past;Scott had a fall out with his parents at the age of 16 and ran away from home. He later legally changed his name and joined the Marine Corps at the age of 17. Graduating near the top of his group, Scott became instantly recognized during the Crucible, the last fifty-six hours of boot camp, as one of the team's leaders. However he did not accept the responsibility of team leader and therefore was demoted. He served one tour in Iraq during the Gulf War and was captured and tortured. He carries the scars as a reminder of the horrors and pain he has seen and felt. He was with one William Coen on the mission in the African jungle. His friend Billy took the blame for the massacre of the 23 villagers, despite Scott's protests. He was later court-martialed and found innocent of the charges, due to the fact that he was following orders from his superior. After he was Dishonorably Discharged, along with his now good friend former 2nd Lieutenant William Coen, he dropped off the radar and moved to Raccoon City. Scott never looked up his family after he moved, nor did he care to, he has no clue as what has happened to them all he cares about is rescuing his friend, even if it gets him killed. Hearing from a reliable source that Billy was to be transferred to a military base for execution in September, Scott started to come up with a plan to save his friend, not knowing that Intel was false or that the vehicle transporting Billy had already passed through the mountains in July. Then before he could hike into the forest to intercept the vehicle, that had already been ambushed months before, the outbreak occurs. . .
Sample Post;
Scott was sleeping very lightly, with a hand under his pillow clutching his VP70, in his single bedroom apartment when he was suddenly jarred awake by a scream. Reacting upon reflex his hand flew out from under his pillow with the handgun raised. He quickly scanned his room and cautiously opened his bedroom door. He stepped into the hallway and walked into his living room, without any excitement. He was about to turn around and head off to bed once again, but another scream pierced the air, followed by multiple gunshots. This got Scott to rush over to one of the windows and peer outside.
What greeted his eyes was like something out of a B-rated horror movie. There were multiple police officers firing into a crowd of advancing people to no avail. But what surprised him the most was the fact that the crowd consisted of people that were actually missing limbs and/or covered in blood. Plus the fact that they were feasting upon anybody that was too slow to escape their grasp. Scott's mind quickly registered the creatures for what they were, zombies.
There's only a couple ways to kill them, fuck were they, yes, of course break their necks or blow their brains out. He thought to himself.
Before he could relay his message to the few cops that were still alive, there was a pounding on his door. Not just any pounding, but a slow rhythmic pounding that he knew from the nights he stayed up late to watch those horror movies he loved so much.
Shit they're inside the building, extra mags. Need to grab some extra mags. Tell the cops to aim for the heads first. He scolded himself.
"Hey, aim for their heads!" He shouted down at the last three cops. They looked up at him for a split second then nodded their heads accepting his input and started firing again. Acting quickly, Scott pushed his couch in front of the apartment door to try and delay the zombies while he quickly got dressed. Pulling on his desert cammies and his combat boots, he rushed to his nightstand and withdrew the three extra mags for his weapon and ran out to the living room. Only then did he notice the silence, he peered out the window once again to see that cops were all dead, but they managed to take some of the zombies along with them.
He backed away from the window at the sound of crunching wood. He looked over at the door and saw that one zombie was crawling over the door fragments and fell to the ground. The zombie slowly stood up and stumbled over towards Scott reaching out for him with bloodied hands. Dodging the zombies grasp, Scott ran behind it and grasped it's head. Breaking it's neck with the greatest of ease thanks to his combat training. He looked back at the door to see two more zombies falling on the floor of his apartment.
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