Post by Jeremy Banks on Oct 11, 2012 15:27:50 GMT -8
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Jeremy Banks
PLAYED BY:Steven R. McQueen
THE CHARACTER
FULL NAME: Jeremy Kyle Banks
NICK NAMES:Banks
PREFERRED NAME: Banks
AGE: 18
GENDER: Male
OCCUPATION: College student
HOME REGION: Southeast
PREFERRED WEAPONS: Pistol
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Banks was a 5’10” guy. He is pretty muscular, only because he had to be. He has brown hair and brown eyes. He also has a scar on his right side from where he was thrown into a dumpster.
PERSONALITY: Banks is the most timid person you will ever meet. It’s hard for him to talk to anyone. He has little friends because of this. He’s a smart guy.
LIKES
- Video Games
- Books
- Chick Flicks
- Working out
- A’s
DISLIKES
- Politics
- B’s
- Planes
- Bullies
- Unfortunately, Zombies
HISTORY BEFORE: Banks was born into a moderately wealthy family in northeastern Louisiana. He grew up with five older brothers who always picked on him and harassed him. He was the smallest out of them all. He was always a tiny thing. Out of the brothers, he was the least liked because he was the smartest. They were all football jocks and were disappointed that he had no desire to ever play sports. It was pointless to him.
Early on in his childhood he suffered abuse, not only from his brothers but from his classmates as well. In elementary school he was the most picked on. This is why he became shy and timid. He thought people didn’t like him. Junior high wasn’t really much different except the fact that his beatings were more severe.
The summer after his 8th grade year he was walking to the convenient store and one of the bullies that always beat him up stopped him. The bully picked him up and threw him into a dumpster and walked away. Banks landed on a broken piece of a mirror something had thrown away. His side was cut deep. He crawled out and began walking. An adult saw him bleeding badly and called an ambulance. Once at the hospital he got stitches to sew his side back up. This left him a scar.
This was the straw that broke the camel’s back. He could not, no he would not, take any more of this. Enough was enough. He was tired of constantly being bullied and picked on. He decided to start working out. He let his stitches heal and then he began that workout program that was supposed to be amazing, P90X. He got built. The dumpster incident was the last time anyone ever picked on him. His freshman year in high school he hit a growth spurt. By his senior year he was 5’10”.
All through high school he was still very timid even though people wanted to be friends with him because of his sudden change, but he didn’t have it. He had a few good friends. He went through with straight A’s and his senior year he was valedictorian. He went to college the next fall. He decided to go to a college in his home state, Louisiana State University. He left home and went to college. The first weeks were great but then it all happened…
DURING APOCALYPSE: During the initial happenings, he was in class, speech class to be exact. Today was his day to give a speech. He was scared shitless. He was in the middle of his speech when he, and the entire building, heard an ear-piercing scream. The entire class ran outside to see what had happened. And there they saw a courtyard full of dead bodies.
Banks felt his phone vibrate, he looked at it and saw an email from the school saying “There is a deadly infection, please evacuate campus immediately!!!” He ran to his dorm room. There he called his parents but got no answer. This was typical because they never answered their phones. He began to panic. He rushed to his truck and left the school. He was on his way home to his family to see if they were okay. He had a three hour drive ahead of him, maybe more.
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:Samuel had come along way through this zombie filled hell. He lost his wife, his daughter, his parents, and his brother. He had survived many close encounters with the undead. Yet he was still alive. These were things he had been thinking about for the last few days. He was a nomad who couldn’t stay anywhere for too long. It was time for him to leave his current fortitude. The next one was supposedly just up the road. At least that’s what he was told. He began walking and after a day he found he was nowhere near any other fortitudes.
Samuel had been walking for days. He hadn't had water in over 24 hours. He was running low on shotgun ammo. He had a clip and a half of his pistol ammo left. He didn't know how long he could hold out if the Zombies were to ambush him. He had to make it to the next fortitude. He was growing weaker and weaker by the hour.
At half past 11 in the morning, he heard something coming from behind him. He looked back and a Zombie was sprinting at him. He quickly pulled out his shotgun, pumped it, and pulled the trigger. The undead was finally in its rightful state - dead. He breathed with a sigh of relief, he had escapes another close call. He then turned around to continue his journey. What he saw was the most horrific sight any human has ever seen.
Every single zombie within a mile radius of him heard the gun shot and was now sprinting toward him. He began sprinting. He was not fast enough. The zombies caught up to him. He began firing off shots with his pistol. He took out a few and began running again. He ended up getting tripped up by a dead zombie in the middle of the road. On the ground he got over run. He fought with the little ammo he had left. It wasn’t enough to see him another day in this cruel undead filled world. But at least he died the way he would have liked. He died fighting.
PLANS: Find his family to see if they are okay.
ANYTHING ELSE?:ABOUT THE AUTHOR
GO BY: Banks
ROLEPLAY LEVEL: Never done it before, sorry
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PASSWORD:*****
TIME ZONE: Central
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