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Optimistic Dictator & Intermediate Story Teller
[SIZE= 28px]Demetrius Judge[/SIZE]
Male - 33
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Personality: He is a quiet person before and after the outbreak.
He has attributes to one of the four temperaments, Phlegmatic. He'll defer to others to make the 'right' choices, and will feel upset or pressured when he has to make a decision for himself. This along with his inability to portray or see himself in the leader role. Besides that little stick, he's incredibly calm. Since he hates to hurt or offend others, he generally doesn't resort to aggressive insults or attacks. Belittling or hurting another makes him bad rather than 'powerful or 'amused', so he'll be worry about something like an accident.
History: He is the only son between Michelle Anna Johnson and Christopher Judge. He lived a sheltered childhood, was often bedridden and was an asthmatic. In his sheltered life his parents had little choice but to home school him and hire specific medical services that would help him. He went to school for the first time at the age of fourteen and lived his jr. high school days being ridiculed by his classmates and an object for mobbing. In high school things went differently, his high school life was a lot better than his years in jr. high, The reason being is that most of the people that he knew or were the main players that belittle him had moved away to other states or even nations outside the US thus giving him more breathing room in his school life. he wasn't an interesting topic anymore and became part of the crowd until he finally graduated.
He became an apprentice for trucking and worked part time at the warehouse for a number of years all awhile taking a few free courses available for young workers. He would later attend truck driving school and eventually start his first job as a trucker. He did majority of his career on US soil and occasionally did trucking and transport jobs in the EU, specifically the United Kingdom or Germany.
Writing Sample:
It was dawn.
The dark blue sky of the nautical dawn seemed to watch and overwhelm the the man with it's great star filled expanse. Few silhouettes of far off trees sway ever so slowly back and forth as the rest of the plains remained obscured in darkness. Demetrius sat on a camp chair, with his right hand typing the buttons slowly but precisely on his cruddy Toshiba laptop and the hand occupied holding a shot glass filled with some kind of liquid. The man could partially see the reflection of his face on the screen. half of his face was illuminated by a bluish bright light, the dark shadows of his temple and cheek bone stretched to the nothingness behind him and the bright squares of his glasses hid his eyes.
He was on a roleplaying site, typing the final paragraph of a fantasy adventure roleplay. He was overdue by a day and he thought that he'd respond to the people he's roleplaying with. After that he'd go look at some internet blogs or take a peek at the news. He's wondering if he should bother reading posts from 'feminists' or ridiculous things like 'social justice'... He stopped typing and looked upwards towards the sky. A while has passed and he sighed. It's better to not read those types of topics, it just goes to show how stupid humanity is and it's depressing seeing these bullshit articles made by those sorts. It's best to stay in blissful ignorance and use the internet for entertainment.
"Uh..." Demetrius heard another trucker's voice.
Demetrius and a handful of other truckers were taking a break at a smallish parking lot. The area's power ran out all of a sudden, killing the lights and causing complications for the gas station. The owner said that he had sent someone to repair the generator over an hour ago and so far nothing has happened. Demetrius played with the liquid in his cup before pressing the rim of the shot glass against his lips and taking his first sips from it. his tongue was attacked by a sweet alcoholic taste - plum wine.
"Yo! Look at this!" the voice yelled. Demetrius frowned and stopped drinking. He placed his glass on the hard pavement, rose up from his chair with his laptop and walked around his truck. The trucker that had called was pointing at a humanoid figure with the flashlight from his mobile phone. Yellow light shown at a lumbering man, dressed in ragged cloths and spotted his dark spots. The closer he came the more eerie he looked. He limped with a hanging head, and the spots on his cloths became more evident as fatal if not mortal injuries. The man wore a dark brown suit, drenched in what one could assume is blood, is missing one shoe and a black tie. The man was now six meters away from the truckers and they heard his rasping moan.
"The fuck?" Demetrius whispered under his breath.
He shut his mouth when he heard more faint moaning sounds and instinctively used his laptop as a flashlight. More shapes were appearing from the darkness and another grotesque shape appeared from behind his truck. It looked back at Demetrius with milky eyes and a missing lower jaw and coughed bits of dried blood with it's hanging tongue. Demetrius screamed and hurried into his truck. climbing the steps as the creature inched closer towards the door from the back of the vehicle it was limping from. The black man threw his laptop at his co-driver seat, grabbed the key and turned his vehicle on.
The Mercedes Benz Actros vroomed and vibrated as the vehicle sprung to life. The floodlights were on for a brief moment and revealed that the five trucks were surrounded and that the gas station was beyond saving. Pulling the lever and turning the wheel the man drove into the crowd of freaks and onto the highway. Scared for his life and shocked by this revelation he drove into the night seeking for a safe place before his truck would run out of gas.
Would you like to start as one of the first five of the safe haven?: No
Male - 33
Strengths:
- He worked as a trucker for a few years and did part time jobs as a cab driver. He can drive trucks and automatic cars.
- He knows first aid. He did a course on it and passed it so that he could receive his EU drivers licence.
- Steady hand when holding a firearm like the handgun.
- Pack mule. In the days where he was a hired transporter he had to get out of his seat and get his hands dirty - was a cheaper option than getting someone to help you for a small sum of money.
Weaknesses:
- It's hard for him to sleep. He would wake up simply because someone was walking around - he needs headphones, a thick blanket and a stable bed to rest easy.
- Prone to Insomnia.
- Women and children - he can't shoot or beat down those types of individuals.
- He's clumsy at building things like IKEA furniture, improvised walls or equipment.
- He can't drive manual vehicles.
- He owns a fire arm and can shoot it but maintaining his handgun and reloading it takes quite a bit of time.
- He's a slow scavenger. Always did spend a lot of time in a grocery store standing in front of something and asking himself if he should take it or not.
Personality: He is a quiet person before and after the outbreak.
He has attributes to one of the four temperaments, Phlegmatic. He'll defer to others to make the 'right' choices, and will feel upset or pressured when he has to make a decision for himself. This along with his inability to portray or see himself in the leader role. Besides that little stick, he's incredibly calm. Since he hates to hurt or offend others, he generally doesn't resort to aggressive insults or attacks. Belittling or hurting another makes him bad rather than 'powerful or 'amused', so he'll be worry about something like an accident.
History: He is the only son between Michelle Anna Johnson and Christopher Judge. He lived a sheltered childhood, was often bedridden and was an asthmatic. In his sheltered life his parents had little choice but to home school him and hire specific medical services that would help him. He went to school for the first time at the age of fourteen and lived his jr. high school days being ridiculed by his classmates and an object for mobbing. In high school things went differently, his high school life was a lot better than his years in jr. high, The reason being is that most of the people that he knew or were the main players that belittle him had moved away to other states or even nations outside the US thus giving him more breathing room in his school life. he wasn't an interesting topic anymore and became part of the crowd until he finally graduated.
He became an apprentice for trucking and worked part time at the warehouse for a number of years all awhile taking a few free courses available for young workers. He would later attend truck driving school and eventually start his first job as a trucker. He did majority of his career on US soil and occasionally did trucking and transport jobs in the EU, specifically the United Kingdom or Germany.
Writing Sample:
It was dawn.
The dark blue sky of the nautical dawn seemed to watch and overwhelm the the man with it's great star filled expanse. Few silhouettes of far off trees sway ever so slowly back and forth as the rest of the plains remained obscured in darkness. Demetrius sat on a camp chair, with his right hand typing the buttons slowly but precisely on his cruddy Toshiba laptop and the hand occupied holding a shot glass filled with some kind of liquid. The man could partially see the reflection of his face on the screen. half of his face was illuminated by a bluish bright light, the dark shadows of his temple and cheek bone stretched to the nothingness behind him and the bright squares of his glasses hid his eyes.
He was on a roleplaying site, typing the final paragraph of a fantasy adventure roleplay. He was overdue by a day and he thought that he'd respond to the people he's roleplaying with. After that he'd go look at some internet blogs or take a peek at the news. He's wondering if he should bother reading posts from 'feminists' or ridiculous things like 'social justice'... He stopped typing and looked upwards towards the sky. A while has passed and he sighed. It's better to not read those types of topics, it just goes to show how stupid humanity is and it's depressing seeing these bullshit articles made by those sorts. It's best to stay in blissful ignorance and use the internet for entertainment.
"Uh..." Demetrius heard another trucker's voice.
Demetrius and a handful of other truckers were taking a break at a smallish parking lot. The area's power ran out all of a sudden, killing the lights and causing complications for the gas station. The owner said that he had sent someone to repair the generator over an hour ago and so far nothing has happened. Demetrius played with the liquid in his cup before pressing the rim of the shot glass against his lips and taking his first sips from it. his tongue was attacked by a sweet alcoholic taste - plum wine.
"Yo! Look at this!" the voice yelled. Demetrius frowned and stopped drinking. He placed his glass on the hard pavement, rose up from his chair with his laptop and walked around his truck. The trucker that had called was pointing at a humanoid figure with the flashlight from his mobile phone. Yellow light shown at a lumbering man, dressed in ragged cloths and spotted his dark spots. The closer he came the more eerie he looked. He limped with a hanging head, and the spots on his cloths became more evident as fatal if not mortal injuries. The man wore a dark brown suit, drenched in what one could assume is blood, is missing one shoe and a black tie. The man was now six meters away from the truckers and they heard his rasping moan.
"The fuck?" Demetrius whispered under his breath.
He shut his mouth when he heard more faint moaning sounds and instinctively used his laptop as a flashlight. More shapes were appearing from the darkness and another grotesque shape appeared from behind his truck. It looked back at Demetrius with milky eyes and a missing lower jaw and coughed bits of dried blood with it's hanging tongue. Demetrius screamed and hurried into his truck. climbing the steps as the creature inched closer towards the door from the back of the vehicle it was limping from. The black man threw his laptop at his co-driver seat, grabbed the key and turned his vehicle on.
The Mercedes Benz Actros vroomed and vibrated as the vehicle sprung to life. The floodlights were on for a brief moment and revealed that the five trucks were surrounded and that the gas station was beyond saving. Pulling the lever and turning the wheel the man drove into the crowd of freaks and onto the highway. Scared for his life and shocked by this revelation he drove into the night seeking for a safe place before his truck would run out of gas.
Would you like to start as one of the first five of the safe haven?: No
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