Post by oddssey21 on Mar 20, 2013 19:05:44 GMT -5
Name: William Phillip Ashlen (Mr. C)
Sex: Male
Age: 37, at least that what his calander says.
Occupation: History/Political Science Professeor, Department Chair: Stanford University, Climbing instructer.
Weapons: .303 Lee-Enfield Jungle Carbine, Glock® Gen 4 Sub-Compact Pistols
Cold Steel® Trench Hawk
Equipment: 40 feet Climbing Rope
Coghlan's Camp Shovels
Pulsar Digisight N550 Nightvision Riflescope
Army Surplus Dufflebag
Midland GXT 1000 VP4 Radio Pack
Ipod with solar power charger
"This Day In History" History Channel Calander
Map of the USA, 1998 and Compass
Small Medical Pack
Appearance: (see attached)
Personality: A pragmatic realist, Will was known as a brain of his school, the only thing setting him apart from the social stigma of nerd was his love a sports and his adaquate social skills. Though Cumpulsave in his behavior at times, he has grown slightly comfortable to his survivor- mindset, but still longs for any sense of order and sometimes his own expense. ( leading to a scruff in a Zealous church community in Oklahoma, but thats a long story, he says). Sadly, Will is beginning to loose that sense of order, replacing it with the conjoration of his mind.
History: A scholar and a sportsmen, William was one of the last people (in his eyes, at least) you would see tromping around the Zombie Apocolypse with his head on straight, but somehow he has pulled it off so far. Born to A quite town of Rhinelander, Wisconsin, in 1983, He attended the local Highschool and graduated with honors. When 1998 rolled around, Rhinelander saw only the headlines of "cannibalism" and "violent murders" from out west and cult activity. He also remember his dads Clenched fist over the drop of his stock in That Pharmacy company, Paracell or something like that. When he Graduated UW Madison with honors once more with his teaching licesens in hand after seven long years. He then teached in New Jersey, being nominated in 2007 for The Pearson Teaching awards. after one more year of teaching, he recieved a job at Stanford, where he taught, becoming his departments chair in 2011. This did not last long, as much of the world knows. When 2012 rolled around, William was out west climbing and exploring camping and climbing opportunities in the rockies when news filtered in of the outbreaks. He encountered his first dead when he was attempting to get to his town after some idiot who got careless with a firearm shot his car, destroying it in the process. He ended up killing, or what he thought was kill that idiot who turned out to be infected (he did not know this at the time. He attempted to reason with him, but he just lunged at him, and Will was forced to wrestle and fling the "man" off a near by bluff. When Will truly found out what was going on, he did not believe it at first day he camped on that bluff, untill he saw the man he " killed" Crawling outside his tent with a snapped off arm and compacted jaw. Will quickly packed up his stuff and fled the area in professional terror. He fetched his Personal Defence pistol from the wreckage and soon hiked to a cabin he had passed by and committed the first crime of his life by breaking into it and stealing the vintage SMLE and the stock of ammo they had. With an ancient rifle and his wit, he worked his way back east, Beating away the undead and only having to kill one starving lunitic near the husk formally known as lincoln, Nebraska (that his memory can recall). His only goal in mind is to hope some semblence of order (of any kind) lays east of him.
Sex: Male
Age: 37, at least that what his calander says.
Occupation: History/Political Science Professeor, Department Chair: Stanford University, Climbing instructer.
Weapons: .303 Lee-Enfield Jungle Carbine, Glock® Gen 4 Sub-Compact Pistols
Cold Steel® Trench Hawk
Equipment: 40 feet Climbing Rope
Coghlan's Camp Shovels
Pulsar Digisight N550 Nightvision Riflescope
Army Surplus Dufflebag
Midland GXT 1000 VP4 Radio Pack
Ipod with solar power charger
"This Day In History" History Channel Calander
Map of the USA, 1998 and Compass
Small Medical Pack
Appearance: (see attached)
Personality: A pragmatic realist, Will was known as a brain of his school, the only thing setting him apart from the social stigma of nerd was his love a sports and his adaquate social skills. Though Cumpulsave in his behavior at times, he has grown slightly comfortable to his survivor- mindset, but still longs for any sense of order and sometimes his own expense. ( leading to a scruff in a Zealous church community in Oklahoma, but thats a long story, he says). Sadly, Will is beginning to loose that sense of order, replacing it with the conjoration of his mind.
History: A scholar and a sportsmen, William was one of the last people (in his eyes, at least) you would see tromping around the Zombie Apocolypse with his head on straight, but somehow he has pulled it off so far. Born to A quite town of Rhinelander, Wisconsin, in 1983, He attended the local Highschool and graduated with honors. When 1998 rolled around, Rhinelander saw only the headlines of "cannibalism" and "violent murders" from out west and cult activity. He also remember his dads Clenched fist over the drop of his stock in That Pharmacy company, Paracell or something like that. When he Graduated UW Madison with honors once more with his teaching licesens in hand after seven long years. He then teached in New Jersey, being nominated in 2007 for The Pearson Teaching awards. after one more year of teaching, he recieved a job at Stanford, where he taught, becoming his departments chair in 2011. This did not last long, as much of the world knows. When 2012 rolled around, William was out west climbing and exploring camping and climbing opportunities in the rockies when news filtered in of the outbreaks. He encountered his first dead when he was attempting to get to his town after some idiot who got careless with a firearm shot his car, destroying it in the process. He ended up killing, or what he thought was kill that idiot who turned out to be infected (he did not know this at the time. He attempted to reason with him, but he just lunged at him, and Will was forced to wrestle and fling the "man" off a near by bluff. When Will truly found out what was going on, he did not believe it at first day he camped on that bluff, untill he saw the man he " killed" Crawling outside his tent with a snapped off arm and compacted jaw. Will quickly packed up his stuff and fled the area in professional terror. He fetched his Personal Defence pistol from the wreckage and soon hiked to a cabin he had passed by and committed the first crime of his life by breaking into it and stealing the vintage SMLE and the stock of ammo they had. With an ancient rifle and his wit, he worked his way back east, Beating away the undead and only having to kill one starving lunitic near the husk formally known as lincoln, Nebraska (that his memory can recall). His only goal in mind is to hope some semblence of order (of any kind) lays east of him.