Post by Monroe J. Smith on Sept 19, 2012 12:23:31 GMT -8
[/img]PHOTO URL
MONROE, SMITH
PLAYED BY : Keanu Reeves[/center]
THE CHARACTER
FULL NAME: Monroe Jackson Smith
NICK NAMES: Monty
PREFERRED NAME: Monty or Monroe
AGE: 23
GENDER: Male
OCCUPATION: Mechanic
HOME REGION: Southeast
PREFERRED WEAPONS: Guns
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: A man who was born and raised in the south, and his overall appearance gives it away. Typically dressed in dirty jeans and a plain tee, this man has country written all over him. While he swayed away from the southern accent and lifestyle, he dresses like a good ol' country boy. Boots, hat, the whole nine yards.
He's built, but not disgustingly so. He stands at exactly 6 feet tall, and weighs in at about 150 to 160 pounds. His skin is usually pale, despite the fact that he's almost always outdoors. He has dark hair, and dark eyes. Normally, he keeps a straight face, and with a well defined jaw-line, the look can be quite intimidating.
He has no tats, and the only scars on his body are the ones on his hands from years or working on vehicles. He's usually covered in dirt - he almost looks like he hasn't showered in days - but cleans up nicely.
PERSONALITY: Monroe is a very reserved man. He's never been one for small talk, or even deep conversations. Then again, he never really cared for company since he grew up pretty much alone, and never quite got along with the other kids.
He was mean to most people, and nice to very few. No one ever really understood his aggressive nature. He always strived to be dominant, and demanded respect without a word. However, thanks to his southern hospitality, he was always respectful of his elders, and chivalrous to women. It seemed as if women and older adults were the only ones to bring out his good side.
At times he could be quite helpful, and always had a knack for saying the right things to people who needed a boost. He never liked seeing someone down, unless he felt they damn well deserved it.
He believes in karma, and lives by the motto "what goes around comes around ten fold." It was the main reason he kept to himself. So karma didn't have a reason to bite him in the ass unexpectedly, since he's never been one to enjoy surprises.
Monroe is very routine. He does the same thing everyday, and it's the only thing that ever really gives him peace of mind. Changes made him edgy and very unfriendly. Plus, he was always one to jump to conclusions, which only caused conflict with the people he came into contact with.
He's truthworthy and honest, though his honesty may not be what most people would expect. It's brutal, and there's no sugar-coating it. He speaks his mind and doesn't care what others think. If they ask for his opinion, he gives it, and while some people contradict themselves by becoming angry with his opinion, he'd simply smirk and walk away. He felt that no one was worth his time - especially if they didn't care to hear what he had to say about them.
He does have a few quirks, however. For instance, he can crack a joke about almost anything in the world, and have his entire 'audience' rolling around laughing. He also has a very good way with words, which either confuse people, or make perfect sense, depending on whom he's talking to. He's a very intellectual individual, and goes by logic, rather than belief.
LIKES
- Working
- Pitbulls
- Women
- Pasta
- Guns and Knives
DISLIKES
- Most people
- Judgemental pricks
- Whores
- Cats
- Winter
HISTORY BEFORE: Monroe was born in New York to a successful mother, and a bum of a father. Life had been rather easy until his mother was killed when he was only 6, while attending a business meeting at one of the World Trade Centers on Septemeber 11, 2001. While she'd survived when the plane hit the first tower, she wasn't able to escape afterwards, and suffocated to death because of the smoke before her body was crushed as the building collapsed.
Since his father had no job, and therefore no way to afford their expensive two bedroom suit, they moved to Mississippi and found a cheap place to live. His father became a heavy drinker, and even used drugs on a regular basis, causing Monroe to develop a hatred for the man. A few months later, he was married to a woman by the name of Sara Houston. When she wanted to move to Alabama, Monroe's father didn't object. Instead, he packed up the house and moved with her.
Because of the sudden death of his mother, and then re-marriage of his father, Monroe became reclusive; at home and at school. When someone tried to approach him, he'd glare at them and tell them to go away. One day, he returned to school with large bruises on his cheek and arms, and when a teacher asked what had happened, he simply replied that his father had hit him repeatedly for getting wrote up. He even told her that it wasn't the first time he'd suffered his father's abuse.
With sympathy for the child, the woman called DHS, and Monroe was removed from the household, and his father and Sara were arrested and charged with child abuse and the production and useage of illegal drugs such as heroine, cocaine, meth, and acid. Sara served ten years, while his father served twenty to thirty years.
However, no family would adopt Monroe, and he placed in an orphanage, where he was finally adopted at age 15. He was reclusive of his new parents, and didn't get along with the other children. At school, he was almost always in trouble from fighting, or cussing out teachers. He got along with very few people at his new school, and it took two years before he began to get along with his adoptive brother, Henry. Soon, the two were almost inseparable. However, when Monroe was ninteen, and Henry was seventeen, Henry died from a heart condition that his family had been unaware he had.
Monroe became reclusive again, and even a bit violent. However, his adoptive family figured that since his life had been the way it was, they couldn't blame him. It wasn't until he was twenty-one that he began to take a liking to his new family. After getting a job as a mechanic with his adoptive father, the two grew closer, and with that came the liking of his new mother. He decided that he wouldn't move out of their house for a while, since he was afraid to lose anyone else in his life. So, it was there he stayed, working with his new father, and helping pay bills and keep food in the house. For the first time since the death of his mother, he felt like he had a family.
DURING APOCALYPSE: To be honest, Monroe hadn't slept the night of the outbreak. He'd laid awake in his bed, unable to get to sleep because of a bad feeling that had been stirring in his gut. Secretly, he'd always hoped that the end of the world would be a zombie apocolypse, but he had never expected it to happen like it did.
His room had been the first down the hall from the living room, with his parents' room on the far end. When he heard a window break and uneasy groans coming from the living room, he instinctively jumped from his bed to investigate, only to find a man with greyed skin, lifeless eyes and tattered clothes climbing through the window. He could even see that his arm was almost severed from his shoulder, with only a little skin holding it on. It was a disgusting sight since the man's face was twisted unrealisticly, and half his jaw was missing.
When Monroe asked what happened to the man, he ran after the 23 year-old, biting at him. The next thing that happened was his father running out of his bedroom with a shotgun, and blowing the creature's head from it's body. Monroe then jumped up, and the two made their way back to the master bedroom, where his mother had been waiting anxiously. For a week, they held out in the house, moving the refridgerator to the bedroom, and using the bathroom only when someone was standing guard at the door. When food supply ran out, they left the house together and found another place to take refuge. However, they were soon seperated when a tornado swept through Alabama.
Since then, Monroe has tried to find them, but found not even a sign of their survival, and so far, he fears the worst may have happened to them, though he desperately hopes he's wrong.
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:
It was remarkable. In only a night, the world had gone from normal to shit, leaving destruction in the plight of the hordes that roamed about, searching for more victims. It was almost as if they were never satisfied, and Eli wondered what they'd do when the food was all gone. Eat each other? Go after small species of animals? Most of which they probably wouldn't be able to catch anyway?
So, it was here he sat, thinking. Wondering. Where was he suppose to go now? He sat on this railroad, hoping the answer might come, but instead there was nothing. He was sure that Canada was in no better shape than America. Even if they were, it wouldn't take long before that bliss ended as well. This infections moved quickly, and without mercy. Simply being outdoors was dangerous, especially if the virus evolved into something airborn.
He watched the horde that had gathered at the bottom of the valley. His nose wrinkled in disgust. They were brainless. The only function their brain had was the need to eat human flesh. The thought made him cringe. It was an impulsive behavior, and Eli didn't quite understand how something like a virus could make people be this way. He sighed. He was alone. How many others had survived? Oh well. Might as well get started on that shelter, just in case.
He stood up, walking along the railroad tracks, hands in his pockets, head looking at the wood. Without proper care, it would soon begin to rot, and the railroad would be no more. That's when it hit him. A railroad station. What humans took refuge at a railroad station? They only time it was ever occupied was when trains from that station were on the move. It was unlikely the infected would go there, at least for a little while. Even when they did, Eli knew that by the time he was ready to stay there, he'd have a group of survivors with him. This was a project he couldn't do on his own anyway. He'd need the extra hands. However, he had a feeling that humans may be feral. After all, he'd seen them stealing from each other, beating each other for more weapons. It was insanity and chaos.
He'd done his best to avoid the masses, just so he wouldn't have to be responsible for the death of another survivor. At the rate and mass the infection had spread, very few had lived through the calamity anyway. He refused to take away the life of a fellow human, just because of their panicked state of mind that caused them to kill for more than what they already had. Greed. A common human foe that seemed to overtake everything else when shit hit the fan. Even before the outbreak of zombies. It was pathetic, really. People were always taking for themselves. Greedy. Stingy. Eli was sure that not once had thieves thought about how homeless people wandered the streets, but hardly ever broke into a house to take from others. Instead, they had to beg for it from the rest of the population that was lucky enough to have a roof over their heads, much less a couple hundreds in their pockets.
Eli scoffed. In his own personal ideology, he felt that this was the punishment. To anyone who had ever been greedy - man, woman and child alike - had suffered brutal deaths. Those who tried to give had ended up alive through the chaos. A miracle at it's best. However, even all the good people of the world didn't quite make it. Eli knew this for sure. Some were too good to hurt anything that had the structure of a human. That or they were raised to believe the world was beautiful because of the 'Holy Father,' only to be slapped in the face by the sudden epidemic, which they had no idea how to react to. Some may have even been too good that they'd never lifted a weapon in their lives. Sad, but true.
Eli knew that the good in people did sometimes overrun everythig else. He knew that some people couldn't harm a fly if their life depended on it, much less face a zombie that was straight from a horror movie of the twenty-first century. Another sigh. Who knew how long it'd be before he found someone else alive. Then again, lady luck had brought him this far, and he was sure she wouldn't let him down now.
So, it was here he sat, thinking. Wondering. Where was he suppose to go now? He sat on this railroad, hoping the answer might come, but instead there was nothing. He was sure that Canada was in no better shape than America. Even if they were, it wouldn't take long before that bliss ended as well. This infections moved quickly, and without mercy. Simply being outdoors was dangerous, especially if the virus evolved into something airborn.
He watched the horde that had gathered at the bottom of the valley. His nose wrinkled in disgust. They were brainless. The only function their brain had was the need to eat human flesh. The thought made him cringe. It was an impulsive behavior, and Eli didn't quite understand how something like a virus could make people be this way. He sighed. He was alone. How many others had survived? Oh well. Might as well get started on that shelter, just in case.
He stood up, walking along the railroad tracks, hands in his pockets, head looking at the wood. Without proper care, it would soon begin to rot, and the railroad would be no more. That's when it hit him. A railroad station. What humans took refuge at a railroad station? They only time it was ever occupied was when trains from that station were on the move. It was unlikely the infected would go there, at least for a little while. Even when they did, Eli knew that by the time he was ready to stay there, he'd have a group of survivors with him. This was a project he couldn't do on his own anyway. He'd need the extra hands. However, he had a feeling that humans may be feral. After all, he'd seen them stealing from each other, beating each other for more weapons. It was insanity and chaos.
He'd done his best to avoid the masses, just so he wouldn't have to be responsible for the death of another survivor. At the rate and mass the infection had spread, very few had lived through the calamity anyway. He refused to take away the life of a fellow human, just because of their panicked state of mind that caused them to kill for more than what they already had. Greed. A common human foe that seemed to overtake everything else when shit hit the fan. Even before the outbreak of zombies. It was pathetic, really. People were always taking for themselves. Greedy. Stingy. Eli was sure that not once had thieves thought about how homeless people wandered the streets, but hardly ever broke into a house to take from others. Instead, they had to beg for it from the rest of the population that was lucky enough to have a roof over their heads, much less a couple hundreds in their pockets.
Eli scoffed. In his own personal ideology, he felt that this was the punishment. To anyone who had ever been greedy - man, woman and child alike - had suffered brutal deaths. Those who tried to give had ended up alive through the chaos. A miracle at it's best. However, even all the good people of the world didn't quite make it. Eli knew this for sure. Some were too good to hurt anything that had the structure of a human. That or they were raised to believe the world was beautiful because of the 'Holy Father,' only to be slapped in the face by the sudden epidemic, which they had no idea how to react to. Some may have even been too good that they'd never lifted a weapon in their lives. Sad, but true.
Eli knew that the good in people did sometimes overrun everythig else. He knew that some people couldn't harm a fly if their life depended on it, much less face a zombie that was straight from a horror movie of the twenty-first century. Another sigh. Who knew how long it'd be before he found someone else alive. Then again, lady luck had brought him this far, and he was sure she wouldn't let him down now.
PLANS: Monroe plans to search for his adoptive parents until he finds them - whether they are dead or alive.
ANYTHING ELSE?: Nada! xP
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
GO BY: Ivrick
ROLEPLAY LEVEL: Intermediate - Advanced
HOW DID YOU FIND US?: Proboards Support
PASSWORD: *****
TIME ZONE: Central
GO BY: Ivrick
ROLEPLAY LEVEL: Intermediate - Advanced
HOW DID YOU FIND US?: Proboards Support
PASSWORD: *****
TIME ZONE: Central
[/size]
[/blockquote]
