Post by oddssey21 on Mar 31, 2013 17:50:05 GMT -5
Name: James Monroe Shaw
Sex: Male
Age:35
Height: 6'1"
Weight 200
Blood type: AB
Occupation: Civil Engineer
Weapons:Rossi Rio Grande Lever-Action Shotgun (.410 Gauge)
Remington 1911 R1 Semiautomatic Pistol
His Families handed down Prussian Dagger
Equipment:Crowbar
2 handheld acetylene torch and Goggles
Small leather Hip bag for Shells and spots for clips.
mag light flashlight
Small dufflebag
Map of USA 2005
small tool kit
a pair of dress shoes
book of family history: Shaws.
Appearance: (see attached)
Personality: James is a flamboyent, Vivatious individual, the type you would have a beer and a good story with. He has a merry outlook on life, and a very deep ties in family and connections. His personality and pride in his work and self makes him almost polititian like, but he has the flair of an old british noblemen (like his ansestors). But, he can become hot headed if crossed.
History: Born in Manchester, UK, in 1985 To Tom and Stacy. A Middle class Family. He, As a child Instantly bonded with his aged and disabled Grand father, a WWI veteran with a story to tell and the time on his hands. He spent many long hours at his small home outside of the town, even walking when his parents could not drive him. "Merry Shaw" as he was called in the war for his attitude and his temperment while drinking, Imprinted his attidute on his grandson, and when he began to attend grade school, his attitude soon began to develope into firey passion on any task. From football to school, he would take any mean possible. His passion did get him in some trouble as a child, mainly from boasting to his classmates about his families rich history in england (even, by some accounts, dating back to the crusades). When he ended Senior School, he made the personal decision to begin a new Shaw legacy in The Americas in 2004. He had entered America after it had its T-Virus outbreak, so he had to have a friend summgle in his Grandfathers looted Prussian dagger, something he has never regretted. After reciving money from his family, mainly from a family sell off of their origional house, he was able to apply and, with some help with his fathers connections in America from Politics, get into MIT for Civil engineering. He studied and opened a small repair bussiness in his on campus apartment. until he graduated in 2009, where he then continured his repair business and began to work with the local DOT untill 2012, where he was called in to begin diagraphing accidents due to a recient sickness that had been breaking out in the area. The rest is history.
Intro:
"Well, guess I screwed the pooch on this one!" James Spat as he braced his back on the door of the pawn shop he had forced his way into, the undead clawing their mangled hands on the door. He, for dramatic flare and a good calm of his nerves, took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it quickly with his torch. Suddenly, his eyes lit with a small fire like the torch in his hand.
"OH BOYS, you want a little treat, Doc Shaw has a new medicine for ya blood bas...." He was cut off by the breaking of a door from what sounded like a back office.
With the but of his dagger, he quickly smashed off the head of his torch and grabbed a glass bottle on the floor. kicking it up to his head and catching it under his neck like a trick monkey, he awarkly ran from the door to a counter and slid over. when the undead broke threw, James popped up from the counter brandishing a home made Russian brew ( molatov) in one hand and his good old Rio in the other.
"get ready to burn, cause I am gonna start this fire!" he said tastefully referring to Bruce Springsteen
Sex: Male
Age:35
Height: 6'1"
Weight 200
Blood type: AB
Occupation: Civil Engineer
Weapons:Rossi Rio Grande Lever-Action Shotgun (.410 Gauge)
Remington 1911 R1 Semiautomatic Pistol
His Families handed down Prussian Dagger
Equipment:Crowbar
2 handheld acetylene torch and Goggles
Small leather Hip bag for Shells and spots for clips.
mag light flashlight
Small dufflebag
Map of USA 2005
small tool kit
a pair of dress shoes
book of family history: Shaws.
Appearance: (see attached)
Personality: James is a flamboyent, Vivatious individual, the type you would have a beer and a good story with. He has a merry outlook on life, and a very deep ties in family and connections. His personality and pride in his work and self makes him almost polititian like, but he has the flair of an old british noblemen (like his ansestors). But, he can become hot headed if crossed.
History: Born in Manchester, UK, in 1985 To Tom and Stacy. A Middle class Family. He, As a child Instantly bonded with his aged and disabled Grand father, a WWI veteran with a story to tell and the time on his hands. He spent many long hours at his small home outside of the town, even walking when his parents could not drive him. "Merry Shaw" as he was called in the war for his attitude and his temperment while drinking, Imprinted his attidute on his grandson, and when he began to attend grade school, his attitude soon began to develope into firey passion on any task. From football to school, he would take any mean possible. His passion did get him in some trouble as a child, mainly from boasting to his classmates about his families rich history in england (even, by some accounts, dating back to the crusades). When he ended Senior School, he made the personal decision to begin a new Shaw legacy in The Americas in 2004. He had entered America after it had its T-Virus outbreak, so he had to have a friend summgle in his Grandfathers looted Prussian dagger, something he has never regretted. After reciving money from his family, mainly from a family sell off of their origional house, he was able to apply and, with some help with his fathers connections in America from Politics, get into MIT for Civil engineering. He studied and opened a small repair bussiness in his on campus apartment. until he graduated in 2009, where he then continured his repair business and began to work with the local DOT untill 2012, where he was called in to begin diagraphing accidents due to a recient sickness that had been breaking out in the area. The rest is history.
Intro:
"Well, guess I screwed the pooch on this one!" James Spat as he braced his back on the door of the pawn shop he had forced his way into, the undead clawing their mangled hands on the door. He, for dramatic flare and a good calm of his nerves, took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it quickly with his torch. Suddenly, his eyes lit with a small fire like the torch in his hand.
"OH BOYS, you want a little treat, Doc Shaw has a new medicine for ya blood bas...." He was cut off by the breaking of a door from what sounded like a back office.
With the but of his dagger, he quickly smashed off the head of his torch and grabbed a glass bottle on the floor. kicking it up to his head and catching it under his neck like a trick monkey, he awarkly ran from the door to a counter and slid over. when the undead broke threw, James popped up from the counter brandishing a home made Russian brew ( molatov) in one hand and his good old Rio in the other.
"get ready to burn, cause I am gonna start this fire!" he said tastefully referring to Bruce Springsteen