Post by βolt. on Nov 27, 2009 21:58:22 GMT -8
Name:
Evan Isaac Fenley
Age:
34
Gender:
Male
Job:
Master Scavenger
Nationality:
American
Origin:
Las Vegas, Nevada
Appearance:
At 5'10.0" (177.80cm) and 162 lbs Evan is of a relatively average build for a white male. He has short, lighter brown hair that's neatly brushed or gelled back when on his time off, though it can get messy and start sticking out in different directions when he's been doing long hours of work. As for his eyes, they're chocolate brown. However the irises change in shade depending on the lighting, of course, so in a lot of light they're a beautiful sienna brown and in dark places they can seem near black. He often carries a pair of blue aviator sunglasses in his breast pocket, but will rarely actually wear the things. He has a few other pairs of various colors, but the blue ones are his favorite. Around his chin, neck, defined jaw, and area around his thin-ish lips there is often a little stubble, because there isn't a whole lot of time for a scavenger to shave during a zombie apocalypse.
Unlike most other scavengers, this one is pretty clean. Of course it's expected for him to get dirty when on the job, but he certainly does not enjoy the feeling and washes as soon as he can. Why end up becoming a scavenger then, you ask? Because he's damn good at it. He doesn't even use a dog. So while off the job one will see him lounging about, often in a suit or a shirt and jeans, enjoying his time of cleanliness and relaxation. His suits don't always match so well, but he generally puts some effort into them. He likes his rather nice set of clothing, and so prefers to keep them spotless. Plus, following the scavenger stereotype and looking dirty when he doesn't have to is just plain stupid- he likes putting effort into his appearance.
Evan isn't one to forget the little details. If his nails are too long, he'll clip them, and if his stubble begins to turn into the beginnings of a beard, he'll make the time to shave a little. He got into the habit of 'looking the part' when he was involved with the black market; before he started working with those trying to rebuild civilization. So the man takes good care of his hair, and adorns himself with a few accessories like rings and chains.
Being a Scavenger he makes sure to take one or two bags with him when he goes out on missions. He needs them so he can carry back any supplies he can find. The supplies do get quiet heavy and awkward to carry, and so can sometimes slow him down. He's often complaining about this to, but refuses to change his job due to his knack for finding useful items. Also, due to his job, he will usually have a crowbar strapped somewhere on his person, as it is good for both combat and prying open areas to more items. He also likes the sawn-off shotgun, as it delivers a serious 'bang' when things get too close and it's lighter to carry than the larger shotgun models.
Personality:
At first glance Evan is an asshole. After a much longer glance, and maybe some conversation though, one will learn that... Evan is still an asshole. He's terribly heartless and uncaring when it comes to the feelings of other human beings, and will not hesitate to make fun of or alienate another. If one has known him for more than a day then chances are he's already given at least one nickname to that individual, and it's not necessarily a nice one. Now you might be wondering, "why is Evan so bloody mean?" Well, the thing is, he purposely wants to push people away. If he keeps people away by being an all-round jerk then he won't become attached to anyone. If he's not attached to anyone, then he'll have no problem leaving others to die in order to save himself. That's right, not only is he a total dipshit, but he's one of those self-centered guys that only looks out for number one. He's absolutely not afraid to let everyone in his group die in order to preserve his own life. In fact, he's let others die in the past when he could have saved them- he was just too cowardly to go through with a rescue.
However, even if he's a prick that doesn't want to get to know anyone he's not always on his own. While he does enjoy lounging around by himself, maybe downing a beer or two, he has been known to linger around others just to pick at them. He's also pretty well known for his tendency to hit on just about anyone in the Fort, as long as he or she isn't too old. Yeah, he'd love to get laid. The problem? Everyone knows him, and how much of a sleazy asshole he is. So he's pretty much constantly shot down, denied any sexual interaction with another human being- left to hang around annoyingly. Though no one cares about the jerk so they just go on their merry ways. Poor guy is probably never going to get some.
The other occasions he's not going solo are when he's sent out for missions. When one leaves the Fort it is required that he or she be accompanied with at least one other person, and unfortunately for Evan that means his team. Yup, Evan is part of a group. That group consists of himself, Ross, Sebastian, and Major. But that doesn't stop him from being the asshole that he is. On the contrary, he's even more of a prick when he's out with those three, making a special point to complain, poke fun at, and whine about his stupid job. It's a forced attempt to make sure no bonds are formed between himself and the other men. The extra time he spends with the team has him nervous about attachments, so the man works double-time to block those potential bonds. With no bonds, there's no problem leaving them to die should he need to flee for his own life once again.
In general he's fine with sitting on his own, only quiet until something or someone sparks his interest as a potential taunting target. He has good eyes for the little things, and so makes a fantastic scavenger- especially for someone without a dog. Evan is also pretty sneaky in the sense of knowing exactly what to do in order to purposely screw someone over. If he's deathly afraid of an individual, and they just happen to be sent out on a mission together, then he'll find a way to get that person killed. Evan will return promptly after the death to play the part of the scared victim. However, after a few occasions of returning to base all alone, he has gotten himself under the distrusting, watchful eye of Major. Thanks to that he can hardly make a move without being noticed. Still, his dark eyes will wander about suspiciously when no one is looking, as if he's looking for a way out.
His biggest fears include, from most severe to least: dying, losing his penis, injuring his penis, losing his ability to have sex, becoming attached to other people, having his darker deeds found out, those who seriously threaten him, and extremely large animals. So, really, most of his fears come from his fear of death anyway.
History:
Evan was born and raised in Las Vegas by two seemingly loving parents. The family wasn't doing all that well in regards to finances, so they had to live on the essentials and not too much extra. The son was a single child, seeing as any extra kids would surely bankrupt them for good. He had a pretty average life that included school, simple chores at home, lots of dating, and growing up. The house had a strong and very specific work ethic, so when Evan got older and started exploring the ideas of working in the fields of big moneymaking schemes he hit his first patch of real trouble. His parents didn't believe in big pay for little work, and scolded their son every time he brought it up. They wanted him to be a hardworking boy who spent his time doing back-breaking tasks and not dating every single guy and girl in sight. However, Evan was so sick of being poor, and didn't want to deal with it anymore. Surely there was a better equation out there than "intense work equals 'enough' money."
At the age of eighteen he had finished school and started to take some business classes. Of course, his family couldn't afford those for him, so at night and on the weekends he worked at a nearby bar as a waiter. It was a pretty upscale place, so with a few lessons from the owners on how to behave he was making pretty good money. Plus he had a job there for a couple of years before that, mostly as a cleaner before being 'upgraded' to a waiter, so he had a few bucks stashed away before starting post secondary classes anyway. However, even if the waiter position might have been considered higher on the scale and paid better, he hated directly dealing with the arrogant jerks that walked through the doors. He really did.
As a waiter Evan had access to all the good conversations. The types of talks that peaked most interest in the young man, however, took place in the very back area of the bar. It was more private back there, and reserved for the most respected of people. More importantly, those involved with the more... 'questionable' lifestyles. They always looked good, though, and so Evan was drawn to them- and highly intrigued by their meetings. One group of men in particular was always well dressed, and would meet for hours on the topic of 'goods' and 'funds.'
One night, as Evan was waiting on this interesting group of men, they took note of his eavesdropping, and for a second became enraged. But only for a second, as a man ranked high in his business chose to sit the waiter down and question him- as opposed to chewing him out. He was curious as to why Evan liked to listen in, and the young man- sitting between his interrogator and another rather intimidating man, and across from three more intimidating men- replied with his interest in any business that resulted in exceptional financial success. He was then asked if he would do anything to make it big, so Evan, unsettled with being cornered at their table, but also genuinely interested, answered with a 'yes.'
As it turned out the group was in need of a new lackey, seeing that their previous one had been gunned down recently. There were very few they could trust in their line of work- that work being providing supplies for the Black Market- so they opted for someone young that they could easily identify and frighten. Seeing as Evan was their regular server, they picked him. To them it was a lucky break to get someone so easy to manipulate so soon, and to Evan it was an opportunity to finally earn some real cash.
After that Evan's life became a lot more stressful, though pleasurable as well.
-WIP-
Starting Melee Weapon:
Preferred Melee Weapons:
Preferred Firearms:
Theme:
-WIP-
Sexual Orientation:
Bitch, Evan doesn't need a sexual orientation; he does whatever the hell he wants. Men, women, light posts- you name it! But, if you want to get more technical, he's somewhere around 'Trysexual'...
Evan Isaac Fenley
Age:
34
Gender:
Male
Job:
Master Scavenger
Nationality:
American
Origin:
Las Vegas, Nevada
Appearance:
At 5'10.0" (177.80cm) and 162 lbs Evan is of a relatively average build for a white male. He has short, lighter brown hair that's neatly brushed or gelled back when on his time off, though it can get messy and start sticking out in different directions when he's been doing long hours of work. As for his eyes, they're chocolate brown. However the irises change in shade depending on the lighting, of course, so in a lot of light they're a beautiful sienna brown and in dark places they can seem near black. He often carries a pair of blue aviator sunglasses in his breast pocket, but will rarely actually wear the things. He has a few other pairs of various colors, but the blue ones are his favorite. Around his chin, neck, defined jaw, and area around his thin-ish lips there is often a little stubble, because there isn't a whole lot of time for a scavenger to shave during a zombie apocalypse.
Unlike most other scavengers, this one is pretty clean. Of course it's expected for him to get dirty when on the job, but he certainly does not enjoy the feeling and washes as soon as he can. Why end up becoming a scavenger then, you ask? Because he's damn good at it. He doesn't even use a dog. So while off the job one will see him lounging about, often in a suit or a shirt and jeans, enjoying his time of cleanliness and relaxation. His suits don't always match so well, but he generally puts some effort into them. He likes his rather nice set of clothing, and so prefers to keep them spotless. Plus, following the scavenger stereotype and looking dirty when he doesn't have to is just plain stupid- he likes putting effort into his appearance.
Evan isn't one to forget the little details. If his nails are too long, he'll clip them, and if his stubble begins to turn into the beginnings of a beard, he'll make the time to shave a little. He got into the habit of 'looking the part' when he was involved with the black market; before he started working with those trying to rebuild civilization. So the man takes good care of his hair, and adorns himself with a few accessories like rings and chains.
Being a Scavenger he makes sure to take one or two bags with him when he goes out on missions. He needs them so he can carry back any supplies he can find. The supplies do get quiet heavy and awkward to carry, and so can sometimes slow him down. He's often complaining about this to, but refuses to change his job due to his knack for finding useful items. Also, due to his job, he will usually have a crowbar strapped somewhere on his person, as it is good for both combat and prying open areas to more items. He also likes the sawn-off shotgun, as it delivers a serious 'bang' when things get too close and it's lighter to carry than the larger shotgun models.
Personality:
At first glance Evan is an asshole. After a much longer glance, and maybe some conversation though, one will learn that... Evan is still an asshole. He's terribly heartless and uncaring when it comes to the feelings of other human beings, and will not hesitate to make fun of or alienate another. If one has known him for more than a day then chances are he's already given at least one nickname to that individual, and it's not necessarily a nice one. Now you might be wondering, "why is Evan so bloody mean?" Well, the thing is, he purposely wants to push people away. If he keeps people away by being an all-round jerk then he won't become attached to anyone. If he's not attached to anyone, then he'll have no problem leaving others to die in order to save himself. That's right, not only is he a total dipshit, but he's one of those self-centered guys that only looks out for number one. He's absolutely not afraid to let everyone in his group die in order to preserve his own life. In fact, he's let others die in the past when he could have saved them- he was just too cowardly to go through with a rescue.
However, even if he's a prick that doesn't want to get to know anyone he's not always on his own. While he does enjoy lounging around by himself, maybe downing a beer or two, he has been known to linger around others just to pick at them. He's also pretty well known for his tendency to hit on just about anyone in the Fort, as long as he or she isn't too old. Yeah, he'd love to get laid. The problem? Everyone knows him, and how much of a sleazy asshole he is. So he's pretty much constantly shot down, denied any sexual interaction with another human being- left to hang around annoyingly. Though no one cares about the jerk so they just go on their merry ways. Poor guy is probably never going to get some.
The other occasions he's not going solo are when he's sent out for missions. When one leaves the Fort it is required that he or she be accompanied with at least one other person, and unfortunately for Evan that means his team. Yup, Evan is part of a group. That group consists of himself, Ross, Sebastian, and Major. But that doesn't stop him from being the asshole that he is. On the contrary, he's even more of a prick when he's out with those three, making a special point to complain, poke fun at, and whine about his stupid job. It's a forced attempt to make sure no bonds are formed between himself and the other men. The extra time he spends with the team has him nervous about attachments, so the man works double-time to block those potential bonds. With no bonds, there's no problem leaving them to die should he need to flee for his own life once again.
In general he's fine with sitting on his own, only quiet until something or someone sparks his interest as a potential taunting target. He has good eyes for the little things, and so makes a fantastic scavenger- especially for someone without a dog. Evan is also pretty sneaky in the sense of knowing exactly what to do in order to purposely screw someone over. If he's deathly afraid of an individual, and they just happen to be sent out on a mission together, then he'll find a way to get that person killed. Evan will return promptly after the death to play the part of the scared victim. However, after a few occasions of returning to base all alone, he has gotten himself under the distrusting, watchful eye of Major. Thanks to that he can hardly make a move without being noticed. Still, his dark eyes will wander about suspiciously when no one is looking, as if he's looking for a way out.
His biggest fears include, from most severe to least: dying, losing his penis, injuring his penis, losing his ability to have sex, becoming attached to other people, having his darker deeds found out, those who seriously threaten him, and extremely large animals. So, really, most of his fears come from his fear of death anyway.
History:
Evan was born and raised in Las Vegas by two seemingly loving parents. The family wasn't doing all that well in regards to finances, so they had to live on the essentials and not too much extra. The son was a single child, seeing as any extra kids would surely bankrupt them for good. He had a pretty average life that included school, simple chores at home, lots of dating, and growing up. The house had a strong and very specific work ethic, so when Evan got older and started exploring the ideas of working in the fields of big moneymaking schemes he hit his first patch of real trouble. His parents didn't believe in big pay for little work, and scolded their son every time he brought it up. They wanted him to be a hardworking boy who spent his time doing back-breaking tasks and not dating every single guy and girl in sight. However, Evan was so sick of being poor, and didn't want to deal with it anymore. Surely there was a better equation out there than "intense work equals 'enough' money."
At the age of eighteen he had finished school and started to take some business classes. Of course, his family couldn't afford those for him, so at night and on the weekends he worked at a nearby bar as a waiter. It was a pretty upscale place, so with a few lessons from the owners on how to behave he was making pretty good money. Plus he had a job there for a couple of years before that, mostly as a cleaner before being 'upgraded' to a waiter, so he had a few bucks stashed away before starting post secondary classes anyway. However, even if the waiter position might have been considered higher on the scale and paid better, he hated directly dealing with the arrogant jerks that walked through the doors. He really did.
As a waiter Evan had access to all the good conversations. The types of talks that peaked most interest in the young man, however, took place in the very back area of the bar. It was more private back there, and reserved for the most respected of people. More importantly, those involved with the more... 'questionable' lifestyles. They always looked good, though, and so Evan was drawn to them- and highly intrigued by their meetings. One group of men in particular was always well dressed, and would meet for hours on the topic of 'goods' and 'funds.'
One night, as Evan was waiting on this interesting group of men, they took note of his eavesdropping, and for a second became enraged. But only for a second, as a man ranked high in his business chose to sit the waiter down and question him- as opposed to chewing him out. He was curious as to why Evan liked to listen in, and the young man- sitting between his interrogator and another rather intimidating man, and across from three more intimidating men- replied with his interest in any business that resulted in exceptional financial success. He was then asked if he would do anything to make it big, so Evan, unsettled with being cornered at their table, but also genuinely interested, answered with a 'yes.'
As it turned out the group was in need of a new lackey, seeing that their previous one had been gunned down recently. There were very few they could trust in their line of work- that work being providing supplies for the Black Market- so they opted for someone young that they could easily identify and frighten. Seeing as Evan was their regular server, they picked him. To them it was a lucky break to get someone so easy to manipulate so soon, and to Evan it was an opportunity to finally earn some real cash.
After that Evan's life became a lot more stressful, though pleasurable as well.
-WIP-
Starting Melee Weapon:
- Crowbar
Preferred Melee Weapons:
- Crowbar
- Axe
- Hatchet
- Shovel
Preferred Firearms:
- Pistol
- Magnum
- Revolver
- Sawn-Off Shotgun
Theme:
-WIP-
Sexual Orientation:
Bitch, Evan doesn't need a sexual orientation; he does whatever the hell he wants. Men, women, light posts- you name it! But, if you want to get more technical, he's somewhere around 'Trysexual'...
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