Post by genesis on Jan 17, 2011 14:46:35 GMT -7
Name: Genesis Moore
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Physical Description: A little above average at 6 feet and 1 inch, he isn't a particularly large person, but what weight he has is comprised entirely of lean muscle, resulting from years of living alone in the harsh environment of the post-apocalyptic world. He has medium-long dark red hair, and his eyes are piercing blue. Disdainful of the practical and dull attire favored by most these days, he wears a long red leather coat, although it is somewhat offset by his combat boots and tactical vest. His skin is pale and still carries the smoothnessof youth, save for a single diagonal scar on the bridge of his nose.
Personality: He talks a lot, usually cryptically and intelligently, often transcending the knowledge of most people nowadays and sometimes confusing them with his speech. He is very outspoken and brash, an element of his young age, and sometimes antagonizes people to the point of violence. He knows very well how to handle himself in a fight, evidenced by his lack of scars and calm demeanor in all situations. He doesn't have many friends, not that he particularly wants any.
Weapons: .44 Magnum revolver, antique wheel-lock revolver fitted with a bayonet and used like a dagger, and an old katana, all salvaged from thrift stores and pawn shops discovered in his travels.
History: He was born about eighty years after the Apocalypse into a family living in the slums of California. They named him "Genesis," in the hopes that he could possibly make a difference in the ruined world. Living in terrible conditions and in constant danger, he learned quickly how to take care of himself on his own. His parents died when he was 13 and from that point on he was completely alone in the world.
At about 15 he started traveling, ransacking abandoned stores and buildings for what he needed and avoiding the East, disdainful of the establishment, just as his parents had taught him.
At 16 he encountered a roaming gang way up north, having not yet acquired his favorite red coat, and getting caught in the middle of a snowstorm, things were already looking bad. Armed only with the sword he'd found and an empty revolver, he tried to fight them off and was subdued. They took everything he had and left him with a deep gash on his face.
At 18 he was settled in The City, hustling gang members and often getting into trouble that was almost too much for him to handle, but never quite enough to break him. To everyone around he seemed an outgoing and rash young man, but he always wondered if there was anything he could possibly do to make a difference in the world they lived in, and to live up to his parent's wishes.
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Physical Description: A little above average at 6 feet and 1 inch, he isn't a particularly large person, but what weight he has is comprised entirely of lean muscle, resulting from years of living alone in the harsh environment of the post-apocalyptic world. He has medium-long dark red hair, and his eyes are piercing blue. Disdainful of the practical and dull attire favored by most these days, he wears a long red leather coat, although it is somewhat offset by his combat boots and tactical vest. His skin is pale and still carries the smoothnessof youth, save for a single diagonal scar on the bridge of his nose.
Personality: He talks a lot, usually cryptically and intelligently, often transcending the knowledge of most people nowadays and sometimes confusing them with his speech. He is very outspoken and brash, an element of his young age, and sometimes antagonizes people to the point of violence. He knows very well how to handle himself in a fight, evidenced by his lack of scars and calm demeanor in all situations. He doesn't have many friends, not that he particularly wants any.
Weapons: .44 Magnum revolver, antique wheel-lock revolver fitted with a bayonet and used like a dagger, and an old katana, all salvaged from thrift stores and pawn shops discovered in his travels.
History: He was born about eighty years after the Apocalypse into a family living in the slums of California. They named him "Genesis," in the hopes that he could possibly make a difference in the ruined world. Living in terrible conditions and in constant danger, he learned quickly how to take care of himself on his own. His parents died when he was 13 and from that point on he was completely alone in the world.
At about 15 he started traveling, ransacking abandoned stores and buildings for what he needed and avoiding the East, disdainful of the establishment, just as his parents had taught him.
At 16 he encountered a roaming gang way up north, having not yet acquired his favorite red coat, and getting caught in the middle of a snowstorm, things were already looking bad. Armed only with the sword he'd found and an empty revolver, he tried to fight them off and was subdued. They took everything he had and left him with a deep gash on his face.
At 18 he was settled in The City, hustling gang members and often getting into trouble that was almost too much for him to handle, but never quite enough to break him. To everyone around he seemed an outgoing and rash young man, but he always wondered if there was anything he could possibly do to make a difference in the world they lived in, and to live up to his parent's wishes.
