Peyton, Cole

[Cole Peyton]

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Cole Peyton



THE CHARACTER

FULL NAME: Cole Peyton
NICK NAMES: Coltrain, Coleslaw
PREFERRED NAME: Cole
AGE: 19
GENDER: Male
OCCUPATION: Worked with his dad in the family business on weekdays and was a race car driver on the weekends

HOME REGION: Southwest

PREFERRED WEAPONS: He has an M4 assault rifle that he always carries on his back with a shoulder strap. He also occasionally has a glock strapped on to his utility belt if he thinks he might be going into the meat grinder. For backup purposes, he carries a combat knife as well, but hates using it. He doesn't enjoy close quarters fighting with freaks that could so easily infect him. Although to most it may not be considered a weapon, he has a diesel powered Dodge Ram 3500 dually that he practically lives out of. He also outfitted it with a large cattle guard at the front in case the situation calls for some vehicular warfare with the zombies.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Cole is lean and tall at 6'2. He's not especially muscular but he's stronger than he may look. Although he does have a spinal issue, he does his best to stand straight and tall, but if he lapses just a bit his back issue becomes evident. He normally keeps himself pretty clean as he doesn't like the feeling of being all bloody and grimy. He has a fairly low voice and although he used to have a little happy twinge in his face, that's been erased ever since the breakout.

PERSONALITY: At one point, many of his friends, competitors, and co-workers said that Cole was one of the most outgoing and nicest guys you would meet. But since the outbreak, his personality has drastically changed. You could consider him to be a lone wolf, he has no wish to find any large civilization of survivors anytime soon because he genuinely believes they will be either overrun by a mass of the infected that smell them out or they will self-destruct because of the hand full of crazy people that would be bound to be there. Nonetheless, he'd be lying to himself if he said he didn't miss the faces of "normal humans." Ever since the day of the outbreak all remaining survivors seemed to do was try to take advantage of him for their own good, and thus he doesn't trust anyone he meets. His outlook on the future is grim, and he can come off sort of cold simply because of his attitude. But he does hold out a hope that one day, civilization will began to get a hold of themselves and this plague that has descended on them will either be contained or killed off, and it's that thinking that keeps him fighting on from day to day.

LIKES

Cars
Competition
His weapons (especially during these times)
German Shepherds
Storms



DISLIKES

Infected
Survivors who try to rob him or double cross him
Forests
Constant whiners
Hospitals






HISTORY BEFORE: Cole grew up in a city in the midwest, Minnesota specifically. He had a rather sheltered but privileged childhood. His parents were both wealthy business people and thus Cole did a lot of traveling to other countries and such, in addition to being homeschooled.

By high school age, his family had moved to Arizona because of better business opportunities. He was no longer homeschooled and started to become more of a social person, partly due to actually being around other students, something that he wasn't accustomed to back in the day. He did very well academically and was invited to several honors societies.

During this time in Arizona, Cole finally got to pursue a childhood dream; drive race cars. His dream was always to be a nascar driver, even though his parents discouraged it at first. He finally had enough of his own money to buy an entry-level car and started competing at the local short track. Before long, he was consistently a true contender and won many races, including a championship. Even to this day he hopes that one day he'll be able to continue his dream, even though the likely hood is next to zero.

In recent times, Cole's been attending college and racing, trying to balance the two on a schedule that won't completely wipe him out. He was told by many that he had quite a bright future ahead, and not to mess it up. Unfortunately, even though he's underage, he's developed a bit of drinking problem partially because he started hanging out with the wrong crowd, and partially because he allowed the stresses of college to get to him.

Shortly before the outbreak, Cole had a life threatening disease called spinal meningitis without even knowing it. Nonetheless, it rendered him nearly paralyzed for several weeks until he finally got a short treatment for it. Occasionally he feels bits of it coming back, but so far it hasn't hit hard for a second time.

DURING APOCALYPSE: Early on in the day, everyone seemed sick. He made a stop at a gas station that morning and noticed the clerk looked like she was about to pass out, and several others inside looked just as bad. On top of that, several of his friends texted him saying they were very sick and couldn't meet for lunch. His first thought was that there was a massive flu sweeping the state and everyone but him and a few others had it. With this thinking, he concluded it would probably be smart to stay inside the next few days.

Once he got home, he immediately flipped on the TV, thinking there was probably some news report about the virus. Sure enough, there was. Stories of mass infection and death filled the screen. Some anchors were going so far as to say it could have been a planted disease by some terrorists groups. Cole had a hard time believing any of it, even though he had seen it. It was one thing for a town to be infected with a flu. But a whole nation infected with a life threatening disease? That was just too much of a nightmare for him to accept as truth. Noticing his parents were gone, he tried to call both of them, but neither answered.

He spent the next few hours simply sitting on the couch and trying to find something on TV that wasn't about the virus. Finally, he gave up and went to the garage to finish the differential on his race car. Hopefully that would distract him long enough from this. Another hour or so passed, and from his closed garage he could hear police sirens in the distance, and screams from surrounding neighborhoods. This was getting really out of hand now, but he continued working, trying to block all that out of his head.

Being the activity it was, he made quite a bit of noise in the garage. Everything from tools hitting the floor to starting the engine. Somebody, or something, apparently heard him. Suddenly, there was an irregular banging on the garage door. Cole was startled a little while underneath the car, and as a result smashed his forehead against the driveshaft. Cursing as he got up and rubbed his forehead, he just about made the mistake of opening the garage door thinking it must've been his parents who for some reason forgot how to use the garage opener, but instead he figured he should probably check out who it was first, given all the craziness. He looked out his window to find three strangers wailing their arms at the garage and making strange noises. On top of that, there were several more people just standing in the street, looking like zombies he had seen in movies. He opened his front door and called out to the strangers. "Can I help you?" None of them answered, and instead started limping towards him. They had ghost white faces, ridiculously dilated pupils and blood dripping from their mouths. He could only describe them as zombies. He quickly shut the front door and watched the creatures start pounding on it from the window. Along with them, the people from the street were making their way to his house as well.

He frantically started a mad search for the TV remote and turned back to the news station he watched earlier. Their tone had become even more grim, and now they were talking about the infected population dying, reanimating, and attacking those not infected. Plus, it wasn't just in America, it was worldwide. Right as he finished comprehending that message, a bloody hand broke through the living room window, and the front door was practically bulging through. Was this real? Were these things actually what he thought they were? He had no time for questions. He sprinted to his dad's gun safe, who was luckily a rifle enthusiast, and grabbed his father's M4 along with a box of ammo he had for it. He then ran back into the garage towards and threw everything in his car....except he forgot the keys. He ran back in the house only to be confronted with a zombie right around the corner. Out of instinct he shoved it back with the greatest force he could and dashed towards the counter for the keys. Along with the keys, he grabbed a kitchen knife and then charged back towards the garage. Predictably, that same person stood in his way, except now a few others had managed to crawl through the broken window. He did his best to not panic, and ran in the opposite direction towards the backyard, there was an entrance to the garage from there. He looked back to find zombies in hot pursuit, in last ditch effort to get them off his tail, he threw his knife at the lead one. It slowed them by about a foot, but that was it. Fortunately though, it was all he needed to get into the garage and to his car. He opened the garage door and flew out of there, hitting a few of the infected with the back end on his way out.

Chaos was all across the town. Dead bodies on the street with zombies snacking of them, people getting chased, and gunfire everywhere. He tried calling his parents one last time, no answer, he couldn't help but assume the worst. Through a few back roads and some offroading, he managed to get to the outskirts of town and away from the majority of the disaster. Now he had one goal, survive.



ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:
"Damnit." Cole stated as he scavenged through yet another gun shop with no ammo. Taking the risks of going in a confined area like that only to come up empty handed simply wasn't worth it. But what choice did he have? In his mind, if you didn't have access to a rifle, he was screwed. He strongly believed that the day would come where he would stumble upon hundreds of these things all at once. After all, the world was too quiet. It held the feeling of being completely lifeless, spare the occasional bird flapping away from a tree or the cursed zombie that would be lurking in the shadows. It astounded him all the time how the hell he was one of the very few humans that managed to not only avoid the infection itself, but somehow escape from these monsters.

However, he constantly found himself asking if all this was worth it. Sure he's survived to this point, but when the vast majority of the population is intent on your flesh, food supplies are extremely limited and no doubt will be exhausted before long, and normal rest itself could very easily be fatal in this world, what would be to say he could even last a few more weeks? What if he were the only surviving human in the state? Surely impossible, or was it?

Cole carefully stepped out of the gun store, checking his corners as he grew accustomed to doing, and looked around the street of the small town he was in. He needed a vehicle, something that could take him to no mans land at night and back to scavenge at day. There were plenty of cars in the streets, but most either had blood splattered all over or were just impractical for the job. He soon found out that walking in the streets was a bad idea, as two infected suddenly appeared from underneath a car and charged him. Cole raised his rifle and with a few well placed shots dispatched both of them. Although with each kill his guilt faded, he still got the sense that he may have just killed a human being, and the possibility exists that there is a cure that could bring these creatures back to their state in mankind, but at this point, that's not something he was willing to die for.

After a few minutes of quick jogging, fearing that more infected may have heard his M4, he found a Dodge dealership that looked about in the same shape as the city in general, crappy, but he saw his saving grace. A new heavy duty truck with a diesel that could practically run on peanut oil if he needed it too. A smile grew on his face as he further inspected it. It had a manual transmission, four wheel drive, and a slight lift kit. Everything he could ever want in a survival vehicle. After a few minutes of running through the dealerships locker that had already been broken into. He found the keys and made his way to his new ride.



PLANS: I plan for him to end up meeting a few fellow survivors despite his loner tendency and go from there, nothing too fancy. He is going to act as sort of a 'guns blazing, kill them all' type of character.

ANYTHING ELSE?: Nope

ABOUT THE AUTHORGO BY: Cole
ROLEPLAY LEVEL: On a scale of 1-10: 7.5
HOW DID YOU FIND US?: Ad on another forum I play on
PASSWORD: *****
TIME ZONE: MST

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