Post by Adrian King on Apr 27, 2009 17:19:01 GMT -5
Name: Adrian Niles King
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Build: Lean
Phisical Description: With long blonde hair, bleached to a bright, golden blonde by the dangerous conditions, and tanned to a sandy brown. His eyes are a striking jade gren that seem to shine, and his teeth, staight and white, coming together to form a brilliant smile.
He wears an oversized scarlet trenchcoat with rolled-up sleeves to his mid-forarm and ragged, torn end. Underneath, he wears a sage green t-shirt and well-worn steel-blue jeans. He ties it off with a simple belt that he hangs a make-shift holster off the side to hold his pillaged Springfield Mil-Spec 1911-A1 .38... With a nickel finish. The name 'Draco' is engraved on the side, but it is rather the name of the gun than its previous owner. He also has a 7-iron titanium golf club that he uses for a meele weapon and a walking stick.
Personality: Adrian King is a fun-loving, somewhat frivilous boy, his moods repressed and replaced with jokes and smiles. Obviously, this isn't healthy, but any psychologist that survived obviously has a long list of patients before getting to King. This causes King to have momentary outbursts of rage that have even led to brutally beating his friends.
He can make friends easily, but is much more of a wanderer than anything else. Normally, he doesn't stay with friends for fear of losing them, a tragedy all too common in these days. Of course, he will always offer a smile, a helping hand, and be on his way.
He is athletic, and well educated, but has so much emotional baggage it weighs him down, even causing psychological trauma. He suffers from chronic nightmares, insomnia, and posttraumatic stress disorder, classified as severe.
History: Losing both his parents, father to radiation poisoning from stumbling in a 'hot spot,' and mother from raiders, King subdued all his emotions and left his home, or what was left of it, with not even a good-bye. He took the nearest vehicle, which just happened to be a dune buggy, and took off in a random direction.
He has since then spent years traveling around what used to be America, becoming street-wise and strong, even becoming somewhat a legend in a certain Navajo Reservation. His dune buggy traveling him all across the great plains, loyal and powerful, earning the name Verrill.
Now crossing out of the Navajo Reservation, he is moving towards Las Vegas... Well, what was Las Vegas...
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Build: Lean
Phisical Description: With long blonde hair, bleached to a bright, golden blonde by the dangerous conditions, and tanned to a sandy brown. His eyes are a striking jade gren that seem to shine, and his teeth, staight and white, coming together to form a brilliant smile.
He wears an oversized scarlet trenchcoat with rolled-up sleeves to his mid-forarm and ragged, torn end. Underneath, he wears a sage green t-shirt and well-worn steel-blue jeans. He ties it off with a simple belt that he hangs a make-shift holster off the side to hold his pillaged Springfield Mil-Spec 1911-A1 .38... With a nickel finish. The name 'Draco' is engraved on the side, but it is rather the name of the gun than its previous owner. He also has a 7-iron titanium golf club that he uses for a meele weapon and a walking stick.
Personality: Adrian King is a fun-loving, somewhat frivilous boy, his moods repressed and replaced with jokes and smiles. Obviously, this isn't healthy, but any psychologist that survived obviously has a long list of patients before getting to King. This causes King to have momentary outbursts of rage that have even led to brutally beating his friends.
He can make friends easily, but is much more of a wanderer than anything else. Normally, he doesn't stay with friends for fear of losing them, a tragedy all too common in these days. Of course, he will always offer a smile, a helping hand, and be on his way.
He is athletic, and well educated, but has so much emotional baggage it weighs him down, even causing psychological trauma. He suffers from chronic nightmares, insomnia, and posttraumatic stress disorder, classified as severe.
History: Losing both his parents, father to radiation poisoning from stumbling in a 'hot spot,' and mother from raiders, King subdued all his emotions and left his home, or what was left of it, with not even a good-bye. He took the nearest vehicle, which just happened to be a dune buggy, and took off in a random direction.
He has since then spent years traveling around what used to be America, becoming street-wise and strong, even becoming somewhat a legend in a certain Navajo Reservation. His dune buggy traveling him all across the great plains, loyal and powerful, earning the name Verrill.
Now crossing out of the Navajo Reservation, he is moving towards Las Vegas... Well, what was Las Vegas...