LEROY "LOTTO" KING

[Leroy "Lotto" King]

LEROY "LOTTO" KING
PLAYED BY :Kellan Lutz

THE CHARACTER


FULL NAME: Shh, its Leroy James King
NICK NAMES: Lotto
PREFERRED NAME:Lotto
AGE: 25
GENDER: Male
OCCUPATION: Lotto worked construction jobs, they were never steady.
HOMETOWN: Portland, Oregon.
PREFERRED WEAPONS: When shit hit the fan, Lotto picked up his MLB issued metal bat that he bought to bash in the windows of his ex girlfriends new guy's car. Never got around to that, but he hasn't put it down since, also plucked a .44 magnum off some corpse before rising. He keeps it behind him in his waist line, concealed.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Lotto stands at 6'2, and weighs around 250, his body fat percentage is 2.5. His hands are large and calloused, from spending a life doing manual labor. His body is toned, but exercise it mostly on the back of his mind. Never been to a gym, just doing some occasional pull ups from the door frame bar. Lotto has sandy brown hair, and bright hazel eyes. When frustrated he flares his nostrils, and curves up his upper lip, he has a fading black barbed wire tattoo that wraps around his right biceps. Mostly he would wear plain tee-shirts and jeans, with some plain white sneakers, although when working he could be caught in full length cargoes, work boots, and a hard hat. But those days are long over. From now on it will be what ever he can run best in.

PERSONALITY: Lotto's quick temper tended to get him in a lot of trouble his whole life. The smallest things would set him off, and it could from from anything from a verbal attack, to a full on physical assault. As he grew older he was able to control it a bit more, but certain situations tend to get under his skin as deeply as back in the day. Lotto was always thought of as flaky, whenever asked if he was going to be somewhere, and he would swear he would, the odds of him showing up were as good as flipping a coin five times and getting an alternation tails and heads.

Lotto is an extremely jealous person, relationships his entire life have never ended nicely, and for the most part have ended because of his obsession with the topic "Who was that". It started earlier than puberty though, and the discover of the opposite sex, Lotto was the youngest of three children and was flowered with attention. But when his older brothers became stellar students, and grew to be model citizens it seemed like Lotto couldn't keep up. He always seemed to be getting in trouble in school, and doing things that would get him sent to his room during family dinners. One year he even had to sit in his room all by himself during his younger brother's birthday party. He heard his brother and his friends laughing outside his door, and even though they forgot he was there, Lotto was sure they were laughing at him.

Blunt is a bit of an overstatement, but Lotto says things the way they are. When he held his dying brother, he simply stated, "I think you're going to die." His brother laughed a little as he faded in and out of consciousness and mumbled something that Lotto thought was, "Good ol' Leroy." But aside from being blunt, he's got a bit of a sense of humor, he has the ability to laugh somethings off as long as they weren't hitting sensitive spots in his history or about his personality.

LIKES

• loved money
  
• liked working on cars
  
• enjoyed the smell of fresh cut grass
  
• an eventful night out
  
• goodnight sleep
  

DISLIKES

• downers
  
• the infected
  
• running from a fight
  
• snakes and spiders, well any bugs.
  
• being cold
  

HISTORY BEFORE: Born in St Vincents hospital, the youngest child of the King family. Grew up as a strong hearty boy, just like his two older brothers. The three boys were each two years apart, and when Lotto was four, Tommy was six, Johnathon was eight, their mother took a picture of the three of them in the yard, and it was just like looking at how Johnathon looked at six, and four. Lotto learned how to be tough from an early age, at five his brothers began to rough up Lotto every time he would object of something they were doing, or cry for their mother. Lotto had no choice but to learn how to fight back. But the three of them never stopped the brotherly love.

When Lotto started school his teachers noted that he was quite an aggressive child. At the teacher conferences they would always mention how surprised they were at his aggression, his mother would smile, and say he was the youngest of three, the teachers would nervously laugh, but would decide to leave it as a mother knows best.

When Lotto grew older, around the time he hit puberty, he tried out for his middle school basketball team. When he didn't make the team he got real angry and went into the locker room and threw the silver garbage can at another boy who had mocked him earlier about it, the boy came at Lotto after that and when the coach came down those stairs and both boys were bloody and sobbing in frustration, he slapped them both with a five day suspension. Lotto spent it painting fences with his father who had nothing to say about the fight, meanwhile at home his mother was screaming on the phone to all of her friends about how she had never had a son so aggressive. Mother knows best....

This pattern continued through high school, except Lotto never tried out for sports again. It was over someone giving him a dirty look, or someone talking to the girl he liked. Always something. He graduated with mediocre grades. His teachers always shook their heads at his paper. Always do just enough to get by, nothing to stand out in a positive way. When Johnathon turned 18, he left the house and joined the Air Force, studying medicine, and became an extremely successful and well known field medic over seas. The letters he sent home would always make his father choke up with pride. Lotto at fourteen back then, always dreamed of making his father feel the same way. He never took the chance, but he had plenty.

Once out of high school, Lotto did not go to college like Tommy did, he didn't even move out of home, he spent his summer sitting inside, occasionally going out with some old friends, but that was just because of mass invites, not personal invitations. One day his father came into his room, sat on the edge of his bed and clasped his hands together as he gave Lotto the what's what. The next day Lotto got up at 5 am with his father and he dropped him off at a construction site. Lotto became a man there, 5 in the morning to 5 at night, every day. He built his body, and felt less angry and aggressive, with no time he would come home and fall asleep, when he got a weeks paid vacation he had enough money to move out of his parents and get an apartment downtown.

The longer he worked for the construction foreman, the more friends he made there, and the more weekends they told him to head home early. Lotto was finally finding something that worked. As he got older and went out more with his buddies the more girls he met and the more relationships, no matter how short lived, he had. After about three years his foreman called him into his office and sat him down.

Lotto got nervous and sat down. He tried to think of something he had done, but came up with a blank. He had gotten in a fight the other night, but was sure the guy was some kind of out of towner, and had now relation to the boss, but what the foreman began with was, "Now, Lotto, I feel like I can trust you," Lotto nodded, of course he could. The foreman said he had a job, tonight. He needed some guys to go with him, Lotto wouldn't have to get his hands dirty, just have to go with him.... so Lotto did, and from that night forth he had two jobs, the day one, where every check was taxed, and the night one, where he made as much as he would in a week of honest work. Every once in a while he would have to hit some people, and one time he had to beat a kid of 18 for some information about where 20k disappeared to, but that was his darkest moment, he had no trouble sleeping.

DURING APOCALYPSE:It was early in the morning, when it all happened for Lotto, his phone was ringing. It was his brother saying that their mom was in the hospital. Lotto, being a Mama's Boy his whole life got up quickly and changed into some suitable clothes. Then was off to the hospital, where his mother died a few hours later. Torn apart with grief Lotto broke down, and Tommy drove him home, when they were in the apartment, Lotto went and opened up some drinks and the two brother sobbed together.

That was when Tommy complained about how hot it was getting, Lotto looked outside and saw that the sky was appropriately overcast. His head was aching, that was when Tommy began to black out, and then snap back up awake. Lotto was forced to pull out of his grief to be concerned over Tommy. Johnathon would know what to do, he thought as he knelt beside Tommy who was burning up, and whose hands began to reach up to his collar as he tried to rip it off.

When Lotto saw that his hands were also scratching at his throat he grabbed his brother's wrists. Being much stronger from the years of physical labor, vs. his brother's years behind a desk in college, and then the following years as well. His brother died a little later after having some crazy hallucinations where he was screaming about a woman named Rose, and warning her to look out.

"Who was she" Lotto said holding his half naked brother with a wet cloth over his head.

"Leroy?" Tommy asked eyes refocusing, on his surroundings.

"Yeah, it's me," Lotto said, almost tearing up at the sound of his name. Every one called him Lotto since he was 12 years old, the only people who called him Leroy were his parents.

"What's wrong with me?" Tommy asked, his eyes red with pain.

"I think you're going to die." His brother laughed a little as he faded in and out of consciousness and mumbled something that Lotto thought was, "Good ol' Leroy."

Lotto shook him after he fell still, with his eyes part way open. Lotto went a little crazy after that, he called 911 but got a recording saying that all the lines were in use and he would need to leave a detailed message and they would get back to them. Lotto threw the phone against the wall and that was when he sat beside his brothers corpse and pulled his knees to his chest resting his watering eyes on his knee caps. He was there for quite sometime, when there was screaming in the apartment next door, he crossed the room and opened the front door, picking up a bat that was left by the door, he was planning on smashing a car's window with it some time next week. His ex girlfriend left him for a tool.

When he emerged from the doorway his neighbor was running past him he looked after her, and then back in the direction she was running from, and what he saw was something strictly out of a horror movie. It was his other neighbor, the feral eyes, and the slacked jaw threw Lotto off and the grunting reminded him exactly of a horror movie, so what happened when that charged him? Batters up.

After smashing his face and the creature fell to the ground unrecognizable, Lotto went back into his apartment trembling and locked the door, resting his forehead against the door trying to look out the peep hole. That was when he heard the stirring, he turned slowing, and he saw that Tommy had gotten up, but he was different. When he called Tommy's name there was not a moment of understanding, or recognition. Lotto had to do something that really did keep him up at night now, and that was kill his brother.

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:

[/color] He said approaching cautiously. Placing his bat on the ground. He'd been carrying it non stop, for his right hand to be empty was a strange sensation, but if it meant conversing about what the hell was going on, then he didn't mind. "you're the first person I've seen" He found himself sighing with a sort of insane laughter. He couldn't imagine her surviving alone, the thin woman looked as if she hadn't eaten in days, let alone be able to fend off an attacker. For a moment he saw them traveling together, finding some kind of haven, walking through secure gates, with military guards.

He took a few steps closer, her hair was short, and dirty, the tips frayed, her face was dirty too, but those crazy green eyes were what caught his attention. They were wild, attentive. Then they looked behind him, his own animated expression quickly faded, in mid turn was when it happened, the front of his face being met with his own bat he had just set down.

Now he opened his eyes, above him, towering bark and pine. It was lighter than the last time he saw it, the sky was grey and promised rain. It took a moment for his eyes to clear, everything was blurry. Head throbbing, go figure. He lifted his hands to rub his aching neck. The left one obeyed, but the right only came part way. He lifted his head to look at the delima, and he saw what was stopping him, and Lotto, was indeed, handcuffed to a risen root.

His lip automatically pouted. He would bruise his wrist quite a bit getting out of this situation. He propped himself up. He had approached the woman when the day was nearing night, and from the looks of things, it was a gloomy mid afternoon. He wondered how long he'd been out... if it had only been one night, or if he'd slept through many. He hadn't slept much since the world was flipped upside down, and he knew a body would take what it could get.

He began to try many things, he pulled his arm, and when that didn't work he tried to break the root, but it was too thick and too deep. When he wasn't able to escape he began to panic and pull himself more violently, he could feel his wrists swelling with the tugging. There goes the hope of slipping through the cuffs. He cursed as he threw his head back against the trunk in frustration. Gritting his teeth he looked around the foilage. In the middle of no where, with a dwindling population of humans and an increasing population of these infected cannibals. Lotto was beginning to feel more like a rabbit in a trap.

He had just wanted to help that girl, and now he was left for dead. He had to break the root, that was the only way, but it was too thick, death for trying to help a girl in the forest, and for this reason gentlemen were a dying breed.

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PLANS: SURVIVE. Travel the US a bit, befriend some other survivors, kill a massive amount of infected.

ANYTHING ELSE?: nada right now, more may come.[/size]

ABOUT THE AUTHOR


GO BY: It's Max.
ROLEPLAY LEVEL:B+
HOW DID YOU FIND US?:Created The Site
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TIME ZONE: Pacific

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