Post by Michael Tucker on Jan 16, 2013 22:27:03 GMT -8
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MICHAEL, TUCKER
PLAYED BY :ANDREW GARFIELD
THE CHARACTER
FULL NAME: Michael Allen Tucker
NICK NAMES: Tuck-Tuck
PREFERRED NAME: Tucker
AGE: 18
GENDER:male
OCCUPATION: Student
HOME REGION:Midwest
PREFERRED WEAPONS:
Sig Sauer Handgun
M4 Military Grade Carbine
M24 Sniper Weapon System
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Michael had pale skin before the apocalypse and now tans as he takes out Zombies from a safe location usually above in a safe height. He has a scar and a crooked nose from an accident in 7th Grade when he slipped and fell into a metal door. Michael built muscle thankfully before the apocalypse which boosted his immune system. And currently, he is in good health and stature.
PERSONALITY: Michael is typically a mild-mannered guy and extremely friendly. But the Zombie Apocalypse has released something in him that hadn't been shown in the pre-apocalyptic world, he is amazingly entertained by how stupid the Zombie's are. He loves being able to go out with a box of ammo and work on his accuracy with a military grade rifle, and loves overall making Zombie's come to him through music, although they never get to him because he's on the roof. He also enjoys listening to music while he goes Zombie hunting and hopes that one day someone will find him and join him in his festivities as he likes to call them. But until then, he's still the same guy.
LIKES
- Shooting Zombies
- Animals
- Women
- Food
- Music
DISLIKES
- Being out of ammo
- Being bored
- Arguing with other people
- Zombie's getting too close
- The Apocalypse
HISTORY BEFORE: Michael was born on May 25, 1994 in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma to Tim and Karmen Tucker. And lived a normal childhood, learning how to read and understand the Alphabet at age 2, although his mother was an egotist and showed her friends that her child was better than theirs. When he was about 5 years old, Michael had a good life, he was in Kindergarten, had a puppy, a sister on the way, and not a care in the world. But this would soon all change.
When he was eight years old, his mother and sister died in a car accident leaving himself and his father to fend for themselves. He was then taught responsibility, chivalry, honor, and above all else, how to use a gun. Although at the time Michael just thought it would be cool to shoot things, he was given a few targets to shoot whenever his father would permit it.
Michael soon developed skills in hunting in Middle School, and even grew a passion for choir, in which he learned how to manipulate his voice to his will to make various calls and worked on tracking. Using it to his advantage.
High School eventually rolled around and Michael was quickly enrolled in two top choirs in his High School due to his resonant voice and fast learning skill. He also through this time learned to be street smart, and stayed clear of drugs.
In his Senior year, things began to change, Michael began to meet new people, explore new things. He even traveled out of the country for the first time, as well as traveled more often outside of his choir trips. But unfortunately things began to change, his father had gotten sick.
DURING APOCALYPSE: A fever had spread to his father, and eventually as Michael was making funeral preparations, his father miraculously came back to life, but as a reanimated corpse that went after his son. Michael was quick to act and immediately recognized the symptoms of a Zombie, double tapping into his father's head he quickly grabbed his keys and drove off to a nearby military base, and quickly grouped up with the Army that was stationed there.
They gave him some weapons and trained him quickly on how to use them before they decided to get out of dodge and flew by Helicopter to a Mall in Oklahoma City. Finding that it had been cleared out due to the Apocalypse, Michael found it easy to navigate and luckily he was able to go it alone, but unfortunately he missed the deadline to get back to the Helicopter with whatever he wanted.
To this day, Michael remains in the abandoned mall, luckily with almost a years supply of food and other things he could probably use for consumption, has his usual entertainment of Zombie Sharpshooting, and the Security office complete with a bedroom, so for now....he's safe.
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:tucktuck94 (1/12/13 4:11:01 PM):
"Welcome to Oscorp, where the future is born!" a female AI responded as the new intern walked through the door. Michael Tucker was neither a saint, nor the anti-christ, all he felt like doing was helping the world through science. Scientists were down in the lobby discussing everything from a cure to cancer, as well as the latest addition to science known as Cross-Species Genetics. And immediately the young man of about 18 years old was awestruck that a Senior at Midtown High could land an internship here, someone obviously had to have had a say in bringing him here. Spotting the receptionist he approached the desk, a woman of about 25, a brunette chewing gum who looked like she'd rather be elsewhere than where she was now. Approaching her she looked up with a 'make it quick look' in which with the allotted time he had with her he introduced himself and she phoned someone that he was there.
Waiting about 5 minutes a man of around 50 came out, he was missing an arm and wore a solid white coat with the nametag reading "Connors" and underneath it "Genetics Division" wearing a smile of pure white and offering his hand to shake "Michael Tucker right?" Michael nodded his head to which Connors continued "I am Dr. Kurt Connors, your reputation at Midtown High exceeds you much to the point where your teacher Mr. Richard's, a personal friend of mine, talks about you non-stop.....I speak on the behalf of all Oscorp when I say well done" Connors smiled.
"I'm really not all that good"
"Oh, but you are"
"How so?"
Connors smiled "Would you even be speaking to me right here right now on an equal level if you weren't?" seeing as Michael had no words left to argue, Connors smiled and motioned him forward. "Here at Oscorp we are dedicated to the evolution of technology and of the Human race itself. To your left is our Medical Division, which is hard at work at studying simple remedies to cure illnesses as simple as the Common Cold, to the more complex varieties of Cancer" Michael looked in awe as he took out his IPhone and took a picture. "Please, keep your phone in your pocket....Oscorp prefers not to share information behind these walls before they're ready....and you have to have written permission to do so" Connors suggested, to which Michael put away his phone.
The tour continued until they arrived at the Genetics Division "And here we are, the Genetics Division....which is hard at work at improving the Human race" Connors looked around "I for one specialize i-"
"Cross-Species Genetics?" guessed Michael, to which Connors who was stunned turned around and gave a bit of a smile "Very good, I personally severed my arm for one reason.....do you recall regeneration?" to which Michael nodded and began to explain.
"Once again Mr. Tucker, you impress me....." Connors smiled and began to explain as they walked through the Hall of Arachnids, and they stopped to let Michael have a look before he commented "One's missing...." and looked back at the glassed off environment.
"What do you mean"
"This one here....there's nothing in there"
"It's probably just being researched....let's carry on" Connors continued to explain.
Soon afterwards, Michael began to feel weird and felt a sting, to which he cried in pain and took a hold of the spot. Connors looked back and saw the Spider "Mr. Tucker I think you should go home for tonight, get some rest" he ordered, Michael complied and left for his Aunt and Uncles. Getting some sleep.....
PLANS: Well we'll just have to see, I do know that he'll eventually be rescued
ANYTHING ELSE?: NopeABOUT THE AUTHOR
GO BY: Tucker
ROLEPLAY LEVEL: Average
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PASSWORD:*****
TIME ZONE: Central
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