Post by azashar2 on Jul 4, 2015 19:27:57 GMT -5
Name: Neville Stanley and his German shepherd Alfie
Sex:Male
Age:36
Occupation: Hunter
Weapons:Hunting Bow, .38 handgun, Dual throwing hatchets (he's not the best at throwing them though)
Equipment:rucksack containing a sleeping bag , water , duct tape, various small screwdrivers and assorted
tools including Flint and steel . Also has a Crowbar strapped to side of his rucksack. Limited rounds (12) left for handgun and only 6 arrows..
Appearance: rugged and imposing in appearance , Neville stands at around 6'2 inches tall and weighs in at around 16stone.Described by those who know him as a colossus of a man, especially for his age. Quite muscular build but time has taken its toll on Neville, whose fitness is now finally starting to decline, green eyes, and a thick black beard that sits on top of a very Neolithic looking facial structure, as a hunter Neville prefers to wear his camos usually, but recent delves into nearby city's has provided him with some simple motorbike armour a motorbike helmet and some Kevlar gloves. Had an accident as a child while helping his father prepare a deer they had killed and brought home and Łoat his little finger on his left hand
Personality:a loner by nature, and plagued with social anxiety problems, nevilles a man of few words and a short temper. If he wasn't so empathetic of others he would probably not bother associating with anyone at all! That said he enjoys the company of his dog Alfie.
History: Neville grew up in a small town in rural England , spending most of his time playing in the woods with his best friend adam, and practicing his aim with the toy bow his dad bought him on his 10th birthday. but after his parents split up, he moved with his mother to America. In an attempt to make his father proud he followed in his footsteps and became a prolific hunter, winning many a trophy in his time. He was actually on a hunting expedition in the arkay mountains when the raccoon city incident first occured , after hearing animal ATTACKs were plaguing the area and vowing to rid the area of whatever beast was plaguing them woods. He found more than he bargained for. since then nevilles hunting skills have made a him an expert survivalist , living off the land where he can and only scavenging from populated areas when times are hard. But little does Neville know everything's about to change.
Introduction:
its a hot summers morning and nevilles had no sleep again. His mums really getting old now. He knows it. She knows it. Even Alfie knows it. That guy chris knows it but he knows better than to say anything . Neville would have broke him in half quicker than thought humanly possible. But there's little anyone can do about the time that passes by. All they can do is survive. Like they have been for the last 7 years in the 5 story shipping container stack they call home. When they first found it, they were being chased by a mob of infected and locked themselves in what they thought then was going to betheir crypt. But after a couple days of waiting , a circular saw and some planning on nevilles part, they quickly turned it into a 5 story fort complete with an open top roof and holes cut at various vantage points in what quickly became known to them as the scout floor. Only an hours hike away from the arklay forests , and close enough to the city to walk, this place has been the groups salvation for years now.
Neville slings his bow over his shoulder along with his homemade quiver, and heads to the the fourth container.; the scout floor. There's been no infected around for days now and it was bugging him. Something wasn't right. But there's nothing he could do about it, apart from let chris get some sleep .
Suddenly the sound of engines rumbled through the shipping containers sounding like a stampede of elephants approaching . Or felt lik a stampede should I say. Nevilles just made it to the scout floor by now and what he sees is enough to stop any man dead .
4 motorbikes, one with with passenger, 2 quads and a pickup truck were hurtling full speed towards the tower. amd chris was on watch on the roof calling them over! He'd only known the guy for three weeks and he was not giving up years worth of work for some scavenger gang to move in and boot them out. He had mum to worry about
chris was stood waving at he approachin convoy like a runaway controller directing s plane to land . Neville soon put a stop to that , when he pulled chris to the ground with an alrighty thud
"What the f**k are you doing! You don't know they are or what they want! You wanna prey to God these guys don't kill us or take all of our s*** which is as good as the first, because that's more than likely what they're gonna do dumbass!"
The look of guilt on chris's face was probably visible even to the approaching party.
"I'm sorry man I don't know what came over me, I just seen survivors and I.... I.... I dunno what I thought to be honest "
"well ehateber it was it was stupid, get down to mum and check if she's ok, and get me your rifle. I got a bad feeling "
(NPCs chris and mum will die in first few posts so won't need approving I doubt )
Read more: residentevil9.proboards.com/thread/6005/character-creation-guide#ixzz3eyBkbFa0