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Post by Indeh on Nov 16, 2009 17:56:15 GMT -8
ROSS .!
[&& slow dance on the inside]
!. new orleans is sinking and i don't wanna swim
n a m e ;; ross wilder.!
n i c k n a m e s ;; farmboy, hick, etc..!
g e n d e r ;; male .!
a g e ;; 24.!
b i r t h p l a c e ;; louisiana .!
nationality ;; american.!
!. no one i think is in my tree
Ross is generally a pretty laid back guy. He's relatively easy to abuse, but he refuses to show that he takes any of it to heart. It's not as if he's afraid to push back, it's simply that he can easily brush things off and continue on his merry way, which he would far prefer over being depressed. Still, if outright insulted or truly made angry, he'll flare back, or worse, use his passive aggression to drive his opponent insane. It takes a great deal to lose his trust, and once you do, he'll likely not speak to you ever again.
Most of the time he's the constant optimism in the team with a spark of smart-assery, finding killing zombies to be something of a game. He's not often serious, and seems to be akin to a five year old by the level of obliviousness he displays at times. This obliviousness also relays itself into recklessness and random acts of bravery. He barely seems to fear anything (except cats and special infected), and tends to volunteer himself to run into things first to protect the others. As such, he has a heart of gold, and would do anything for the people he cares about, even if they don't care about him in return. He'll take anyone's dare, and doesn't like to be considered weak or useless. He's pretty much always attempting to keep the situation light with his ray of sunshine, but he can crack and fracture surprisingly easily. Still, he's extremely sweet and polite, rarely taking stabs at anyone unless directly antagonized.
Despite the fact he's often easily labelled as "stupid" on account of his southern accent, he's actually rather intelligent but mostly unwilling to apply himself to anything he does. He could have done well in school, but he didn't. His accent constantly gains him a "hick" reputation by others at first glance, but he's not as much a redneck as he seems. Still, he's practically brimming with stories relating to the crazy old geezer he used to work for, as well as some various narrow escapades from neibourghing cats. He knows pretty much everyone that used to be in his town, so he could tell you about the time Jack lost his arm to the leafblower to the time Sally down the road got pushed down a manhole by her brother.
He also has an inexplicable affinity for hats, and will pick up pretty much any hat he finds lying around on his missions.
!. i like to make myself believe that the earth turns slowly
Standing at about 5'8", Ross is relatively built young fellow who doesn't appear to tan too well, despite the common "farmers tan" term. His skin is pretty much constantly pale, dotted with a smattering of speckles on his arms. Sitting on the top of his head is a mop of messy sandy blonde hair that often gets in his eyes. The wayward strands reach to the bottom of the back of his neck, and are known to stick up in random places if not watched. His almond-shaped eyes are light green, though occasionally referred to as hazel. Dappling his cheeks is an array of golden freckles, splattered about over his nose like someone flicked paint on him. When he frowns or is in general upset by something, he seems to unintentionally display what is popularly known as the "kicked puppy look".
He rather likes plaid, much like the stereotypical farmboy does. He usually wears plaid button-up shirts and a pair of worn jeans, or occasionally overalls when he feels the need to increase his hick-factor. As mentioned above, he also has a strange love of hats, and will pick up any he sees lying around. Still, his favourite hat is a grey Paperboy hat.
!. no, i'm not a hopeless case
Born and raised in a small town in Louisiana, Ross lived with a pretty big family even at a young age. When he got older, he was always watching out for his two younger sisters, while trying to fit in time to visit the horses at the nearby stable. He was very fond of them, but of course, he wasn't supposed to be there. The man who owned the farm would attempt to run him over with his tractor whenever he saw the blonde-haired boy sneaking in. As it turned out, he'd later end up working for said crazy old farmer at the age of 14, just when the world began its downward spiral. Of course, he didn't know that.
Every news channel was broadcasting footage of the deadly meteor as it plunged into the earth. It wasn't near him. He felt safe; he was far away from there. Still, things began to get odd. Some continents began to split, something that no human had ever seen before. The climates of places were thrown off as they were pushed slowly away from their original place. Despite all this was happening, Ross Wilder couldn't have cared less. So what if the planet was pulling a switcheroo? It didn't effect him, and it didn't effect his family, so things were pretty good. But that was before things got really sideways. Many of the people had reportedly been by the meteor at the time of its impact were beginning to show odd symptoms, and were quickly rushed to the hospital. Though, no one had connected that the meteor may have caused this. Apparently, some of the "infected" people tended to bite others, thus spreading the illness. It was assumed that it was some form of rabies, and the news channels took the opportunity to make a big scene of it. But still, this barely concerned the happy folk of his town, who seemed to feel contentedly safe away from the "disease".
At first he didn't take the "infection" seriously, dismissing it as another over-exaggerated flu pandemic. Of course, that opinion changed after he was chased through a corn field by a deranged old farmer holding a pitchfork threateningly above his head. But allow me to rewind a little.
More and more people were being infected over the years, and there seemed to be little that the hospitals could do for them. At first there had been only a few, but by the 8th year into it, a quarter of the infection had swept through, despite the efforts to quarantine all "infected". The disease was quickly reaching out to his southern town, and he didn't even know about it. One day he was working on a tractor by the stable, and the next day, he came to realize that the old man he worked for had contracted the disease. In fact, half the town had been infected right under his oblivious nose. Helicopters were landing everywhere, attempting to clear out the non-infected. Of course, Ross only had one goal; and that was to make sure his two sisters were alright. So, he ran home and found the two girls hiding in their upstairs room; he soon found out what they were frightened about. Upon opening the door, he was knocked over by a pale-faced attacker who appeared to intend on biting him. Managing to escape it, he pulled his two sisters out and into the street, where all hell had just broken loose. Their town was being bombed. Even as the explosions rang out around them, they managed to clear out of the town, along with several other survivors, including his mother.
The helicopters had left. They were out in a nuked wasteland with only one another, and hundreds of what turned out to be zombies. So, the group stuck together and continued to travel, for as long as a year they stayed relatively out of the way of the zombies. Unfortunately, one day they made the mistake of picking the wrong city to set foot in, and were instantly mobbed by the undead. Every person ran in a seperate direction, too terrified to look back. Ross fought his way through the thick throng of zombies, finding a relatively safe place to stay. However, he never saw his friends, the people he'd grown so attached to in the last year, they seemed to be nowhere. So, he spent weeks in the same city, looking for some sign of them, some sort of indication that they had made it through; that his sisters would be waiting for him somewhere in the big tall buildings.
!. tommy, can you hear me ?!
m e l e e w e a p o n s ;; shovel .!
f i r e a r m s ;; pistol, sawn-off shotgun .!
j o b ;; scavenger/hunter .!
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