Post by Michael Levetta on Oct 11, 2012 23:27:20 GMT -8
Michael Levetta
PLAYED BY: Robert Downey Jr
THE CHARACTER
FULL NAME: Michael Levetta
NICK NAMES: Mike
PREFERRED NAME: Michael
AGE: 46
GENDER: Male
OCCUPATION: Mechanical Engineer
HOME REGION: Midwest
PREFERRED WEAPONS: Anything he can get his hands on, but he prefers assault rifles. Currently he carries a 6-barrel revolver on him.
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: The best way I could describe him is by telling you he's a clone of Tony Stark...but to be specific, he has somewhat tall and wavy black hair (not especially long though) and a goatee. He's pretty toned, not to body builder specifications but still pretty muscular. Finally, he's got several large scars on his back due to a clumsy but comical escape from the initial outbreak when he tried to jump over a barbed fence.
PERSONALITY: He can be a bit of smartass (partially cause he is quite smart), but generally he takes just about everything very lightly and and only gets serious when the time really calls for it. He tends to have a bit of a dry humor that he uses pretty frequently, and to some he can come off as arrogant from the jokes he makes. He also is a bit of a playboy, and has quite a charm that tends to feed that habit. Overall though, he is very protective of those close to him and won't pass up a chance to take it to the horde if it means the general safety of others.
LIKES
Anywhere the infected is not
Women
Italian cuisine
Big cities
Cars
Boats
Money
DISLIKES
Infected
Bad designing or poor engineering (go figure)
Bad clothes (Yeah, he's a little "metrosexual")
Unintelligent people
Hot weather
Hole-in-the-wall places
HISTORY BEFORE:
Michael came from a bit of a dysfunctional family, and therefore he and his two sisters pretty much raised themselves. Mom and Dad were never there, and when they were they would always be too busy arguing to pay much attention to the kids. Michael was rare though in the fact that he didn't let that get to him too much, he would just accept it as circumstances and live a separate life from the atmosphere of his home.
In elementary through junior high, he was simply a goof off. Basically the class clown, anything from putting woopie cushions on the teacher's chair to making paper airplanes in the middle of class and throwing them across the room. You name it, he probably did it at some point or another. Despite this he was actually very smart, and teachers would constantly plead to him that if he actually applied himself he'd be their best student, but he just didn't care.
When the late years of high school and eventually college rolled around though, he did start realizing that he'd better build a future. He went from class clown to straight A student overnight, and eventually received a master degree in mechanical engineering.
He started working for various research labs as a development engineer for equipment such as chemical distillers and bioreacters. During this field of work, he managed to sneak in on various biology and chemistry experience, and became intrigued by it. He took up these areas as hobbies and has developed a knowledge of the subject that could rival some scientists. That being said, when the infection broke out and effects of it were seen, he began trying to figure out if there was some way this disease could be stopped, he still is to this day.
His study in chemical and biological surroundings led to him becoming an assistant to several highly respected scientists. Recently, during these studies, his group found an aminous virus that was extremely intrusive, and had host-domination tendencies. They didn't get a chance to examine further prior to Z-Day, but Michael has serious suspicions that this may have something to do with that virus. His mission is to eventually experiment with it more to determine if it indeed is the culprit, and if so how it can be stopped.
DURING APOCALYPSE:
As stated earlier, Michael and several partners of his were researching this mysterious new disease that they knew next to nothing about besides the fact that it was dangerous. Z-Day was no different. It was him and his mate, Alan, that were conducting tests on the virus to determine its origin.
After hours of frustrating tests with no results, the two biologists were puzzled beyond belief where this crap came from. It seriously appeared like it just came from thin air, like God decided to release a plague on humans. Nonetheless, they kept persevering...until Alan started acting weird.
"You alright Al?" Michael asked as Alan bent over while making weird noises, soon falling to the ground and rolling around like he was on fire. This prompted Michael to bend down next him and then call an ambulance. The line was somehow busy, surely there weren't that many calls to emergency personal at that time? Suddenly, Alan's movements stopped, and he laid motionless as if he was dead. "Alan! Dude what's wrong?!" Michael shook his friend. Even more suddenly, Alan responded to Michael, but not the way Michael was expecting or hoping. Alan snarled and jumped from the floor towards Michael. Dumbfounded as to what was happening, Michael about made the mistake of freezing himself, but something told him to run, fast.
Once outside, Michael was greeted with what looked like the same horror he had just experienced in the lab. He didn't give himself time to look though, and got in his car to drive off. He didn't get that far, as the roads became so backed up that he was forced to abandon his car and run for dear life.
Somehow, he was one of those extremely lucky ones that didn't make a wrong turn straight into the path of gathering hordes of whatever these people were...could you even call them people anymore? He ended up grouping up with a couple others, but then determined that they were complete morons and would get themselves killed in no time at all. So he left those guys and made due by himself. He did manage to get to his home on the outskirts of Minneapolis later that day, but realized it would eventually become a deathtrap when a few infected started surrounding the property. Now he hangs out in some of the forgotten areas of Minneapolis, hoping to one day resume his study on the disease he thinks may have something to do with this.
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE: From Cole
"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: Honestly I have no idea, he's going to be someone I'm gonna have some fun with, whatever that will mean. But I do intend for him to possibly play a role in maybe discovering something about the virus.
ANYTHING ELSE?: nope
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
GO BY: Cole
ROLEPLAY LEVEL: 7.5 on a scale of 1-10
HOW DID YOU FIND US?: Ad on another site
PASSWORD: *****
TIME ZONE: MST
