Post by gibson on Jul 15, 2011 18:03:31 GMT -5
Hey there, so what's your name for starters?: Charles "Doc" Gibson
Interesting, and how old are you exactly?: 32
How exactly would you describe your physical appearance to others?: Well built, tall, absolutely dreamy, envy of all. Or to be more specific, dirty blond hair, muscular, 6'1", with dark eyes. Look into them sometime.
Alright now on a more personal level, what are some of your likes?: Well I certainly like a nice place to hide out and sleep for the night, there's nothing better than successful shot. But I suppose women come up close. I suppose I should admit that I do enjoy a meal that isn't cooked on a spit over a fire. Something nice you know?
Very nice, now how about dislikes?: I don't like being shot at or surprised so don't sneak up on me or your liable to get hurt. I can't stand being trapped anywhere either. Nobody's keeping me caged up. I also don't like things with too many legs. More than four and we've got a problem.
Interesting. Now how about something that you fear?: I'm not keen on dying, or being captured, or things with more than four legs, Haven't we done something like this before?
That's terrible! Now how about one really odd quirk of yours?: Odd, odd? There's nothing odd about collecting shell casings. There are so many different types of ammo and seeing them all is fine and dandy but the real thrill is having them to hold, to touch, hell you could even smell the gunpowder on a few of them if they're fresh. Just don't lick them, that's kind of creepy.
Cool, now a brief history about yourself.: Well I suppose it all started when, no scratch that. It all came to a close when I hung up my uniform. See, I'd served a hell of a lot more than my time in the military as a sniper. Hell, I'd gone in when I was seventeen and worked my way up to the elite. That said, when they don't use you anymore the ride back down to civilian life hits pretty hard. Or in my case it comes back quick and gets old fast. Sure it's nice being the guy on top but when push comes to shove, what you've done on the field isn't what employers are looking for in day to day drudgery. It's also pretty nice having a story for the ladies but it's no basis for a relationship if that's what you're after. The point is, life was hard and I went back into old routines.
I had an old family cabin in the mountains that was stocked for anything, blizzard, war, riot, I was ready. So when virus outbreak comes along I figure it's time to get out of town and I do. Still, I was set for the long haul but in the end, I couldn't just hide out for the rest of my life in a lonely cabin in the middle of nowhere. So I packed up my stuff, carved a note into the door for needy people to take what they needed, and set off to save the world. Or to just see what the end of the world looked like. It doesn't matter much.
Interesting, and how old are you exactly?: 32
How exactly would you describe your physical appearance to others?: Well built, tall, absolutely dreamy, envy of all. Or to be more specific, dirty blond hair, muscular, 6'1", with dark eyes. Look into them sometime.
Alright now on a more personal level, what are some of your likes?: Well I certainly like a nice place to hide out and sleep for the night, there's nothing better than successful shot. But I suppose women come up close. I suppose I should admit that I do enjoy a meal that isn't cooked on a spit over a fire. Something nice you know?
Very nice, now how about dislikes?: I don't like being shot at or surprised so don't sneak up on me or your liable to get hurt. I can't stand being trapped anywhere either. Nobody's keeping me caged up. I also don't like things with too many legs. More than four and we've got a problem.
Interesting. Now how about something that you fear?: I'm not keen on dying, or being captured, or things with more than four legs, Haven't we done something like this before?
That's terrible! Now how about one really odd quirk of yours?: Odd, odd? There's nothing odd about collecting shell casings. There are so many different types of ammo and seeing them all is fine and dandy but the real thrill is having them to hold, to touch, hell you could even smell the gunpowder on a few of them if they're fresh. Just don't lick them, that's kind of creepy.
Cool, now a brief history about yourself.: Well I suppose it all started when, no scratch that. It all came to a close when I hung up my uniform. See, I'd served a hell of a lot more than my time in the military as a sniper. Hell, I'd gone in when I was seventeen and worked my way up to the elite. That said, when they don't use you anymore the ride back down to civilian life hits pretty hard. Or in my case it comes back quick and gets old fast. Sure it's nice being the guy on top but when push comes to shove, what you've done on the field isn't what employers are looking for in day to day drudgery. It's also pretty nice having a story for the ladies but it's no basis for a relationship if that's what you're after. The point is, life was hard and I went back into old routines.
I had an old family cabin in the mountains that was stocked for anything, blizzard, war, riot, I was ready. So when virus outbreak comes along I figure it's time to get out of town and I do. Still, I was set for the long haul but in the end, I couldn't just hide out for the rest of my life in a lonely cabin in the middle of nowhere. So I packed up my stuff, carved a note into the door for needy people to take what they needed, and set off to save the world. Or to just see what the end of the world looked like. It doesn't matter much.
