Jacob Kinner

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FIRST NAME, LAST NAME Jacob Kinner
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THE CHARACTER

FULL NAME: Jake William Kinner
NICK NAMES: Jake
PREFERRED NAME: Jake
AGE: 22.
GENDER:male
OCCUPATION: IT support line worker.
HOME REGION:south west.
PREFERRED WEAPONS: Cricket Bat, bricks.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Jake is a five foot ten, lanky, long haired guy. He was thin before everything and has only lost weight in the last three weeks that happened and is starting to look malnourished. He has been growing his black hair for five years and it is now reaching quarter way down his back where he keeps it tied back in a ponytail. He has green eyes that are slightly larger then most peoples, giving him a slightly surprised look most of the time.
Jake has a long thin scar starting at his left knee which reaches his foot that he has had since he was a child (I’ll explain its origin in his history) as well as a tattoo of the words “I’m not happy” on his right shoulder.
Jake slouches, and holds himself like he is just hopping everyone is going to leave him alone. He has picked up the nervous habits of bighting his nails and chewing on small thin objects (pens, small sticks, toothpicks etc) both as a result of trying to give up smoking.

PERSONALITY: Jake is not dealing with the end of the world well. Partly because he had problems dealing with the world when it was intact. Jake is twitchy, prone to panicking and jumping to conclusions. When near the infected, he will take any and all chances to run away, never fighting unless it is the only option left.
Jakes sense of humour is dry and sarcastic, his way of dealing with problems is to try and put them down and make them seem like less of a big deal in his own mind.
Jake wants to be around people, hating his current loneliness and seeking some kind of companionship.
Jake is not completely sane. After the first two weeks of being alone and unable to deal with everything that he saw and did, he has started to talk to himself and hear replies in his head. He does this less when he is aware of people being around, but still talks in a slightly “off” way, like he isn’t entirely focused on reality.
Having only been in America for two years, Jacob still has a strong British accent.
Jake is 100% opposed to the idea of killing anyone who is not an infected, and will refuse to no matter what the reason.

LIKES

• rock or rap music
  
• comics
  
• writing
  
• conversation
  
• cats
  

DISLIKES

• the infected
  
• dogs
  
• fish
  
• cold
  
• being alone
  

HISTORY BEFORE: Jake grew up in Manchester in England, he was the kind of kid to try and keep to himself and sit at the back of the class. He had few friends, but the ones he did have he cared for greatly, and stayed friends with them straight through high school. When he was seventeen, Jake and his friends were driving to a party that he had to be forced to agree to. On the way, his best friend lost control due to a combination of heavy rain and him having a few drinks none of the others knew about before they left.

The metal of the car cut his leg up pretty badly, and he was hospitalised for a few weeks. In that time he found out that two of his friends had died. One was Mike, the driver, and the other was Doreen. The girl he had been in love with and never said anything.

After that, Jake fell into a deep depression. Starting to smoke and drink, as a way of trying to deal with what happened. By pure luck, Jake scraped a passing grade in enough subjects that he was able to get a job as an IT support staff. A job he hated with a passion which only made things worse.

When he was nineteen, Jacob decided he had to get as far away from his life as possible and moved to America the day before his twentieth birthday, ignoring his families protests.

He got what was pretty much the same job in L.A. and was starting to think his life was a never ending cycle of the same damn thing until the day the plague started.

DURING APOCALYPSE: Jake had pretty much ignored the warnings, he had ignored the news reports of it starting. He had pulled out his phone and played games when his work gave a safety lecture. When loads of his workmates started to call off sick, he didn’t care. He wasn’t getting ill so it wasn’t his problem. When he was getting twenty phone calls a day from his dad, Jake just pulled the battery out of his phone.

Then his boss ripped the throat out of that nice blond woman that always offered him coffee. And all Jake could think was that he wished he had learned her name.

It was like something broke in his head and Jake realised he had been ignoring the entire world. Franticly, he grabbed his chair and beat his boss over the head with it over and over until he stopped moving. He didn’t know why but suddenly it was vital that he saved the woman. But of cause she died. And just as Jake was crying and trying to get his shocked co-workers to help move her body to some more dignified position, she woke up and took a bite out of a mans heel.

That was the point Jake ran. He ran until he reached his car and he drove it until he got out of the city. A few days later and the entire city was considered lost, but Jake didn’t know or care about that. All he cared about was that the messages he had never checked said that his family was dead. His Dad had explained the plague had killed all of them and he was starting to feel terrible as well.

It was a long time before Jake left his car, parked along a small road in the middle of nowhere. Only moving again when he saw an infected man staggering down the road behind him.

Jake spent the first week driving. The second week began with his car dying and him finding a farm to hold up in, the only weapon he could find was the cricket bat in his boot. Obviously whoever the farmer was had taken everything even slightly useful when he fled because everything worth something and not nailed down was gone. So after a few days of a mental breakdown over his family, Jake started traveling east again. No reason other then that he had to head somewhere.

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:

350 WORD COUNT

Jake was tired. No wait, tired wasn’t the word. Dead on his feet was better, if a little ironic seeing as the current political climate was “Day of the dead.” And not the one in Mexico.
He wanted to put his bat down. It became heavier and heavier as the days rolled on. But he couldn’t do that. If those things showed up then it was his only chance to protect himself.
“I’m thirsty.” Jake commented to himself as he walked. A few seconds later he tilted his head as if listening to something and groaned. “because I don’t have much left! I have to save it!” he snapped, gesturing at the quarter full plastic bottle in his coat pocket.
Again he paused as if someone was talking back and he sniggered, a dull emotionless sound. “Yeah saving it for when I need water you’re damn right.” Resigned, Jake pulled out his bottle and drained the rest of the liquid. He felt better at the way the water stopped his throat itching, for now anyway.
Jake stared up at the sky and groaned at the sight of clouds gathering overhead. “So I’m going to die from exposure when there are cannibal freaks running around? Bloody hell! As if things were not bad enough!”
Still muttering to himself about anything that happened to pop into his head, Jake pulled his coat over his head as the rain finally started falling. He shivered as one of the raindrops made its was down his sleeve and towards his armpit. “This wouldn’t be happening if I had gone home first you know?” He asked himself conversationally, his boots making squelching noises as the road started to become muddy, would have got my umbrella, my clothes, hell I had enough tins of processed crap to feed me for another few weeks!” He griped, feeling better to let himself spill his guts. And a human voice was oddly reassuring. Even if it was only his own.
“well while I’m wishing for things. I’d like the plague to have never happened. To go home. And a pony.” He decided before gritting his teeth. “Ah hell I want a cigarette.” It was a waste of lighter fluid, when fires may be the only way to keep warm. And he didn’t need to add cancer to the list of things that may kill him. But it would make him feel like things were at least somewhat normal rather then a version of hell itself where everyone he loved was dead.
Jake kept walking and pretended that the water on his face just meant his coat wasn’t waterproof.

PLANS: Find a group of survivors and try to stop them thinking there is anything wrong with him.

ANYTHING ELSE?: nope.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

GO BY: hope-burns-bright. Or HBB for short
ROLEPLAY LEVEL: I’d like to think I’m pretty good. People have told me words to that effect at any rate.
HOW DID YOU FIND US?:add on marvel dc rise and fall.
PASSWORD:*****
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