Post by Paladin on Dec 27, 2014 4:30:24 GMT -5
Name: Isaac Brandon Wulf
Sex: Male
Age: 22
Occupation: Survivor/Handyman/Jack-of-all-trades/Armorer
Weapons: A Machete, A K-Bar, A Suppressed Customized AR-15(1 50-round Drum Loaded, 6 Magazines in Leg Holster), SAI Glock 34 (3 17 Round Magazines 1 loaded 2 on belt holster, 1 30 Round magazine in butt pack)
Equipment: Leatherman Multitool, Signal Whistle, MP3 player(Batteries, Headphones) Duty Belt(Drop leg Pistol Holster, Drop leg AR magazine holster, Flashlight, Dump pouch, Butt pack(Fire starters, Emercency Blanket, Energy Bars, Extra Flash Light Batteries, monocular), First Aid Kit(Bandages, antiseptics, painkillers, antibiotics)), Backpack(Survival Blanket, Wool Blanket, Various Fire starters, Assorted Food, Water bladders, Iodine Tablets, Metal Spork, Metal Cup, Paracord 3 50', Rope 50' Lifeline, Cold weather Clothing, Poncho, Strait Razor, Armorers Tools(AR tool, Glock Tool, punches, files, mallet, Cleaning supplies)) Black Baseball Cap, Shades on lanyard Mechanix M-Pact Gloves Black.
Appearance: Tall and Athletic almost sinewy, with scars of every kind all over his body, this young man has lived the school of hard knocks and it shows. His green eyes always look tired when not hidden behind sunglasses, and the skin on the back of his neck and ears is always sun burned, His clothing may be a little light for the weather but that's because he's always preferred colder climates. He holds his shoulders forward and walks on the pads of his feet, as if ready to run at a moments notice.
Personality: Wary of people in general, believes he's seen the worst and crazies humanity has to offer. Always looking for the edge over any situation and looking for the ways to avoid hazards. Though usually a loner, when placed around people he's vetted by watching he's generally polite and even warm, not letting the survivor lifestyle get to him.
History:
Born November eleventh to Gates and Sara Wulf, in a small North Dakota town outside an Army reserve base, Isaac Wulf started life as every person, his childhood unmarred by the events of Raccoon City. His life was more focused on the aspects of growing up, the young boy preferred the outdoors joining boy scouts with dreams of going to West Point joining the Army. His early childhood saw little more than the normal bumps and bruises, news of distant terror attacks and a failing government made little difference to the boy as he grew.
It wasn't until his teenage years that young Isaac's life took a turn for worse, It was merely weeks into the outbreak of the C-Virus that saw Isaac split from his family. Weeks beyond that saw the military base where he took shelter being over run and abandoned. Isaac's saviors slowly turned from gracious teachers, to slave drivers to abusive madmen, inflicting only their whims upon him. Though he'd learned much in the weeks following the military bases fall Isaac couldn't stand the torturous environment forced upon him by the ex-soldiers. He left the group quickly finding his way to and grouping up with another group of ex-military. The process seemed to repeat itself as the boy was welcomed, tutored in the survival process and processes of skills of each of the soldiers, taught how to fight, shoot, cook, clean, repair weapons and vehicles, gather supplies, repair electronics, essentially being trained to help with all of those tasks and allowing him to take care of the light work, however his saviors again turned abusive.
Again the boy abandoned his party, He chose instead not to hook up with the first group he'd met right away instead watching from afar and vetting the groups. Most showed their ugly sides bandits, raiders, cannibals,hooligans. Taking time and watching wasn't easy and he wouldn't have survived without the knowledge imparted by the first two groups he'd been with. This made the memories of them far more fond than they should have been, but still the search was a long one. Eventually settling down with a small family group of survivors far to the south of his home. There he learned farming and animal care and domestic skills including medicine as the father was a doctor. He'd gotten along with all of the children, and was very useful to the family.
Isaac liked his new home but it was not to last. Bandits came, a group that he'd prospected for possible entry. There was a gunfight and in the end Isaac was the only one to escape with a bullet having passed through his leg. It had slowed him down making life even harder, again the boy struggled to find a group, this time it wouldn't be so quickly forthcoming as the boy grew accustom to living alone only hooking up with other loners on very cold nights.
Though many of these travelers carried with them everything they could Isaac watched many killed by their worldly possessions, instead taking a lightweight approach practically living off the land as much as he could, using the environment to his advantage only taking along the possessions that he'd needed to alter the environment to his liking. The viruses were a fact of life and BOWs were hazards but still Isaac's biggest problem was people, those out to get ahead or what was yours, so he took to staying hidden and watching from afar before approaching and making contact with other people using signs and sneaking into their camps when he could get away with it. Though he'd found many friendly people, and many to trade with Isaac didn't bother to settle down until he'd found the absolute right group.
This lead Isaac to being very lonely. A Lone Wulf.
Introduction:
It was the morning as Isaac watched from his post atop the ruins of a small shop his bag tucked under his chest as the top of his head barely peaked over the ledge of the shops roof, he checked the sun to make sure he was in the shadows and that his monocular wouldn't give off any glare. His hide might not have been perfect but it was the last thing on his mind as he'd been setting up these two groups to meet in this abandoned town. Though towns usually meant a lot of the walking dead this town had practically been cleared single-handed as Isaac had done his part to make sure the meeting of these two groups went unmolested. These two groups had met his criteria for being perfect, if they banded together.
Having scouted both groups individually young Isaac believed that the two groups would form up immediately, and would watch them there after for signs of trouble. The only thing that troubled Isaac was the strong head of each groups respective leaders. Though it didn't trouble him too much, and both groups had wiped out bandits and lived off the land on the move.
However things would not go as Isaac wished them. Harsh words, rude gestures, gunfire, explosives. It all came tumbling down, a weeks worth of work came crashing down in a hail of bullets as the two leaders faced off and both groups pushed to wipe out the other. It was too hard for Isaac to take, three weeks worth of work, subtly guiding both groups to this town, clearing the town of the walking dead, and setting up a meeting point was all for naught.
A long sigh of lamentation was all that the young man gave both groups at their end. He wouldn't come back here, it would remind him too much of his failure and the expended pointless work. He would move north from here, pulling a map of the area from his pack he checked the map, he would head back north again, into areas that were once Colorado and Montana.
The gunfire died out to one or two cracks before going completely silent. Isaac pulled his pack onto his shoulders, passed his monocular into his butt pack and quickly started out of his exit, the fireworks would be attracting nearby zombies. He didn't want to get swarmed so he'd wait a ways off for the bulk to pass before continuing on his next route.
Maybe he'd get lucky. But the lone Wulf wasn't holding out hope just yet. It seemed like hope only lead to disappointment...
Sex: Male
Age: 22
Occupation: Survivor/Handyman/Jack-of-all-trades/Armorer
Weapons: A Machete, A K-Bar, A Suppressed Customized AR-15(1 50-round Drum Loaded, 6 Magazines in Leg Holster), SAI Glock 34 (3 17 Round Magazines 1 loaded 2 on belt holster, 1 30 Round magazine in butt pack)
Equipment: Leatherman Multitool, Signal Whistle, MP3 player(Batteries, Headphones) Duty Belt(Drop leg Pistol Holster, Drop leg AR magazine holster, Flashlight, Dump pouch, Butt pack(Fire starters, Emercency Blanket, Energy Bars, Extra Flash Light Batteries, monocular), First Aid Kit(Bandages, antiseptics, painkillers, antibiotics)), Backpack(Survival Blanket, Wool Blanket, Various Fire starters, Assorted Food, Water bladders, Iodine Tablets, Metal Spork, Metal Cup, Paracord 3 50', Rope 50' Lifeline, Cold weather Clothing, Poncho, Strait Razor, Armorers Tools(AR tool, Glock Tool, punches, files, mallet, Cleaning supplies)) Black Baseball Cap, Shades on lanyard Mechanix M-Pact Gloves Black.
Appearance: Tall and Athletic almost sinewy, with scars of every kind all over his body, this young man has lived the school of hard knocks and it shows. His green eyes always look tired when not hidden behind sunglasses, and the skin on the back of his neck and ears is always sun burned, His clothing may be a little light for the weather but that's because he's always preferred colder climates. He holds his shoulders forward and walks on the pads of his feet, as if ready to run at a moments notice.
Personality: Wary of people in general, believes he's seen the worst and crazies humanity has to offer. Always looking for the edge over any situation and looking for the ways to avoid hazards. Though usually a loner, when placed around people he's vetted by watching he's generally polite and even warm, not letting the survivor lifestyle get to him.
History:
Born November eleventh to Gates and Sara Wulf, in a small North Dakota town outside an Army reserve base, Isaac Wulf started life as every person, his childhood unmarred by the events of Raccoon City. His life was more focused on the aspects of growing up, the young boy preferred the outdoors joining boy scouts with dreams of going to West Point joining the Army. His early childhood saw little more than the normal bumps and bruises, news of distant terror attacks and a failing government made little difference to the boy as he grew.
It wasn't until his teenage years that young Isaac's life took a turn for worse, It was merely weeks into the outbreak of the C-Virus that saw Isaac split from his family. Weeks beyond that saw the military base where he took shelter being over run and abandoned. Isaac's saviors slowly turned from gracious teachers, to slave drivers to abusive madmen, inflicting only their whims upon him. Though he'd learned much in the weeks following the military bases fall Isaac couldn't stand the torturous environment forced upon him by the ex-soldiers. He left the group quickly finding his way to and grouping up with another group of ex-military. The process seemed to repeat itself as the boy was welcomed, tutored in the survival process and processes of skills of each of the soldiers, taught how to fight, shoot, cook, clean, repair weapons and vehicles, gather supplies, repair electronics, essentially being trained to help with all of those tasks and allowing him to take care of the light work, however his saviors again turned abusive.
Again the boy abandoned his party, He chose instead not to hook up with the first group he'd met right away instead watching from afar and vetting the groups. Most showed their ugly sides bandits, raiders, cannibals,hooligans. Taking time and watching wasn't easy and he wouldn't have survived without the knowledge imparted by the first two groups he'd been with. This made the memories of them far more fond than they should have been, but still the search was a long one. Eventually settling down with a small family group of survivors far to the south of his home. There he learned farming and animal care and domestic skills including medicine as the father was a doctor. He'd gotten along with all of the children, and was very useful to the family.
Isaac liked his new home but it was not to last. Bandits came, a group that he'd prospected for possible entry. There was a gunfight and in the end Isaac was the only one to escape with a bullet having passed through his leg. It had slowed him down making life even harder, again the boy struggled to find a group, this time it wouldn't be so quickly forthcoming as the boy grew accustom to living alone only hooking up with other loners on very cold nights.
Though many of these travelers carried with them everything they could Isaac watched many killed by their worldly possessions, instead taking a lightweight approach practically living off the land as much as he could, using the environment to his advantage only taking along the possessions that he'd needed to alter the environment to his liking. The viruses were a fact of life and BOWs were hazards but still Isaac's biggest problem was people, those out to get ahead or what was yours, so he took to staying hidden and watching from afar before approaching and making contact with other people using signs and sneaking into their camps when he could get away with it. Though he'd found many friendly people, and many to trade with Isaac didn't bother to settle down until he'd found the absolute right group.
This lead Isaac to being very lonely. A Lone Wulf.
Introduction:
It was the morning as Isaac watched from his post atop the ruins of a small shop his bag tucked under his chest as the top of his head barely peaked over the ledge of the shops roof, he checked the sun to make sure he was in the shadows and that his monocular wouldn't give off any glare. His hide might not have been perfect but it was the last thing on his mind as he'd been setting up these two groups to meet in this abandoned town. Though towns usually meant a lot of the walking dead this town had practically been cleared single-handed as Isaac had done his part to make sure the meeting of these two groups went unmolested. These two groups had met his criteria for being perfect, if they banded together.
Having scouted both groups individually young Isaac believed that the two groups would form up immediately, and would watch them there after for signs of trouble. The only thing that troubled Isaac was the strong head of each groups respective leaders. Though it didn't trouble him too much, and both groups had wiped out bandits and lived off the land on the move.
However things would not go as Isaac wished them. Harsh words, rude gestures, gunfire, explosives. It all came tumbling down, a weeks worth of work came crashing down in a hail of bullets as the two leaders faced off and both groups pushed to wipe out the other. It was too hard for Isaac to take, three weeks worth of work, subtly guiding both groups to this town, clearing the town of the walking dead, and setting up a meeting point was all for naught.
A long sigh of lamentation was all that the young man gave both groups at their end. He wouldn't come back here, it would remind him too much of his failure and the expended pointless work. He would move north from here, pulling a map of the area from his pack he checked the map, he would head back north again, into areas that were once Colorado and Montana.
The gunfire died out to one or two cracks before going completely silent. Isaac pulled his pack onto his shoulders, passed his monocular into his butt pack and quickly started out of his exit, the fireworks would be attracting nearby zombies. He didn't want to get swarmed so he'd wait a ways off for the bulk to pass before continuing on his next route.
Maybe he'd get lucky. But the lone Wulf wasn't holding out hope just yet. It seemed like hope only lead to disappointment...