Makaio "Trust" Memorare

[Makaio "Trust" Memorare]

MAKAIO, MEMORARE
PLAYED BY :(SAMUEL LARSON)

THE CHARACTER

FULL NAME:Makaio Memorare
NICK NAMES:Trust, The Shredder
PREFERRED NAME:Trust / Makaio
AGE: 22
GENDER:Male
OCCUPATION: Surfer
HOME REGION:Northwest
PREFERRED WEAPONS: Silenced pistols, Any blades

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Hipster, Surfer, Heart Throb, Makaio has been distinguished as many different types. But he doesn't exactly fit into one category. Makaio is a slightly taller male, standing at 6'0" and weighing about 150 lbs. His frame is well tonned from spending so many hours surfing on the beaches across the country, But he doesn't actually work out. His face has a gentle yet mysterious frame to it. His eyes are Hazel, his hair is dark brown and messed in dreads which he had been growing for years now. In the past Makaio was a very stylish man, usually wearing what ever looked good but only buying name brand clothing. He wears an assortment of jewelry, some of which has meaning, some he just liked how it looked. Since 'that day' Makaio has changed his style just a bit, but still has a desire to look good So he is always on the look out for the next bit of stylish clohing he can find in this hell hole.

Tattoos: Makaio has a few tattoos over his body, on his left shoulder he has the bible verse Psalm 18 "I will love thee o' Lord, My strength". On his left wrist he has "Make the change" down his entire back he has an image of the crucified Christ, and on his right side he has the "Hail Mary" Prayer"

Piercings: Makaio has his left nostril pierced twice Both ears pierced once.

PERSONALITY: Makaio is in an odd point in his life, just before 'That Day' he was in a rehab center, trying to turn his life around. fighting his own demons in his heart, but now. There where actual demons to face, and his is in a large whirlpool of emotional conflicts

Getting to know him: Makaio was known as the 'class clown' always making a joke or looking to make someone laugh. Makaio isn't afraid to go out of his way to talk to someone and try to make them see the positive side of things. He will quickly try to get to know someone as well as he can. But when it comes to letting people into his own heart he has many walls up, not knowing how to let people into the mess that has been left in his heart. When others try to get to know him he will often times shut down or just make a joke to try to change the subject. If someone where to successfully get into his heart, he most likely be very emotional and unable to contain himself.

Brother in arms: Makaio isn't used to fighting, the most fighting he had ever done before 'that day' was a drunken brawl or a fight to help a friend or over a surfing spot here and there. Since 'that day' Makaio has learned a bit more to fight, but fights recklessly. Caring more for others than himself is obvious, but when one really watches him they would see someone who has no care for his own life and almost welcomes death. This could cause him to get into situations where he not only ends up in danger, but also those around him. Makaio will often times leave someone giving him orders and just do his own thing, what ever he thinks is needed. But he isn't a fool, he knows some people know what they are doing, so if they earn his respect he will try to listen to them, but his loyalty lies with his own instinct, which ins't always the best.

Sinner or saint?: As stated above Makaio is in the middle of a major changing point in his life. After spending most of his life in rebellion from his parents and church he made a name for himself as a trouble maker. getting drunk, doing drugs, brawls, skipping school, partying, You know, life in the fast lane. But after a traumatic experience Makaio began to try to turn his life around. He decided he would give the whole 'church' thing a chance, maybe there was a God? He then began to try to clean his life up, stay away from the partying and the girls and to try to run to God for the things he desired. But addictions are powerful and dangerous enemies. Living a life of turmoil he is often caught between believing and doubting, often times he asks why he is alive when so many others that deserve to live aren't. Makaio is still very much in this state of mind, wanting to trust, follow, or even simply believe in God. But with all the demons currently surrounding him [both spiritually and physically with all the zombies] It is hard to pursue such a faith. And the addictions still simmer under his skin, waiting for a chance to choke him in obedience.

Ladies man or ....?: Makaio was very much a ladies man. Using his looks to charm younger or older woman. He lived a life where if he saw a girl he wanted, he went after her, and would do anything to get her, often times only to toss her away for another pursuit. But now Makaio is fighting the urges of the flesh. He has decided that until he can control himself he will no longer date a girl. He will keep himself at a distance, even if that means loosing a friend. He desires to find this thing called 'True Love'. But sometimes the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. Makaio is easily tempted and if a girl comes on too strongly he could fall into her easily. If he does fall, he will tend to beat himself up and even hate himself for hurting another woman, even if she wanted it or was using him.



LIKES

• Music
  
• Beach
  
• Surfing
  
• Religion [most of the time]
  
• Sweets
  

DISLIKES

• Drugs [tries not to do them anymore]
  
• Drinking [^]
  
• Mid-west [no beaches]
  
• People trying to change him
  
• Judgmental people
  
• Bland food
  

HISTORY BEFORE: Sept. 23rd 1990 Makaio was born in a large hospital to a very catholic family. His father was in the seminary for a few years before meeting his mother. His mother being the 'prefect' girl who was completely focused on Christ. His parents raised him to love Christ as they loved Him. But Makaio didn't completely see eye-to-eye with them. At a young age when going to school he saw that almost no one else on the island even believed in God, yet alone dedicated their lives to him. So He decided in elementary school that he wouldn't either. This caused a lot of turmoil in the family. His parents never had a kid before, so they didn't know how to discipline him without pushing him away from God even more. But that's exactly what happened.

As Makaio got older he pushed even harder not only away from God, but away from his family. While in middle school Makaio ran away from home many times, often times ending up under some dock or pier. Sleeping on the shore of the beach. He was often times caught and brought back home but refused to talk to his parents about why he ran away. As His friends encouraged him to be his own man he began to get into the wrong crowds. Sneaking out to go to high school parties or even sometimes trying tog et into collage parties by time he was in 8th grade he had his first drink and loved the effect it had on him.

Going into high school was nothing but a party for Makaio, He never listened to the teachers, never did any work and was always causing some kind of trouble, usually by making a joke or by simply skipping class. It wasn't that Makaio was a bad kid, he just wanted to live a more fun life style than what his parents where offering. By time he was in 9th grade he smoked weed for the first time. People say it isn't addicting, and maybe it wasn't but to him, the high was. He wanted to be high or drunk at all times. He liked 'who it made it' people always seemed to laugh at him or to love his company.

The summer between his 10th and 11th grade Makaio went to jail for the first time. He was caught at the beach with some friends smoking weed at about three in the morning. His parents continued their loving assault on him, trying to get him to come to church or to even talk to them. But he wasn't having it. He told them that he had his own life to live. When the school year started he moved out of his house and into a beach house with a collage aged friend of his. BEcause he had no one to make him go to school he almost quit completely, only going so he didn't completely fail but going as little as possible Makaio spent most of his time either partying, sitting somewhere stoned off his mind, or surfing the waves [sometimes, stupidly, all at once]

Makaio barely graduated, but he did get a sponsor for surfing after he won a tournament. This started the life he 'desired'. He began traveling to the state side beaches to do numerous tournaments. He quickly became known as 'The Shredder'. For the ways he ripped open the waves. It was like walking to him, Even easier saying that most of the tournaments he did after his first few he did drunk or high. Finally at one tournament he was caught while being high, and was arrested. Loosing his sponsor ship and going to jail. While his parents came to bail him out they got into a car accident from a drunk driver. His mother Died instantly and his father was rushed to the hospital. Makaio was allowed to go visit under supervision.

During the hospital visit Makaio embraced his father for the first time since middle school. Tears ran down his eyes as he saw his father, who was once a strong example of what a man should be, now lay on the bed unable to even breath himself. Makaio's father, Kaha'i, looked into Makaio's eyes and apologized. Telling him that all they wanted for him was to have a life of joy, but even though they didn't get him to live the life they wanted for him they where both so proud of him and loved him. Kaha'i then prayed for his son, asking God to watch over Makaio and to protect him as he held onto a large crucifix and a smaller cross on a necklace. As soon as his father said amen the machine next to Makaio began to beep, announcing his father was now gone.

Makaio was shipped back to jail and had time to sit, he realized how much his parent's truely loved him. When he was finally released he was giving his belongings, in which was the large crucifix which was above his parent's bed before they died and the cross his father held when he died, the cross his mother always wore. Makaio decided at that moment that he wanted to give God a chance, since his parents where always willing to give him one.

Makaio checked himself into a rehab center ran by some brothers. As he began to change his life, focusing it on God rather than himself?

DURING APOCALYPSE: Rehab is a scary place, It's not something Makaio was used to. It was a place of noise, of depression, and constant screams. Makaio had his own battle, constant sweating, the urge to freak out, to cry to do anything for the drink or a simple drug, even an inhale of the smoke of someone's blunt would do. Makaio got violent, but he was no match for the men who worked there. These holy man not only had spiritual power, but where physically ripped.

One night Makaio woke up screaming from a night terror, a not to rare occurrence for him during this time. But then something struck him. He wasn't the only one screaming. It seemed the entire place was light ablaze with screams. But these screams where different. Usually they where screams of desperation, of agony. But these, these where terrifying, it sounded as if peopel where being ripped to pieces. It sounded as if people where literally being eaten alive. Makaio slowly got out of bed and looked out the small window, what he saw scared him more than anything he had ever seen in his life. Bodies where dropping, people where actually getting sick and dying. Makaio didn't understand it in the slightest. When he looked around there weren't many left alive, many of the people lied dead. He was breathing heavily, his breath fogging the glass.

If that wasn't impossible enough, it seemed the true terror would now start. The bodies began to rise, grunting and moaning. At first he was relieved, Maybe they weren't dying. Maybe they where all just having episodes. But then, horror. One of the men attacked another. What happened after that was unclear. Makaio's eyes seemed to be pinned open as he watched the people talking around each other. Blood was splattered along the walls, it seemed the entire place was being painted in a thick crimson coat.

Makaio didn't know how to react, He was locked in the room, stuck to watch the horror show outside. Makaio simply crawled into bed, shaking. Tears running down his face, his body was going uncontrollable. What a time to have a withdrawal. Makaio didn't know how long he was there, It felt like years. Makaio was sitting in the corner shaking, he was starving, thirsty and felt like he was dying soon. Suddenly there was a 'click'. Makaio froze, he stared at the door, waiting for someone to barge in and try to eat him. But after hours, nothing happened. Shaking, he got up slowly and opened the door. Instantly the smell of rotting corpse and blood filled all of his senses. He turned and instantly hurled, Vomiting what little food he did have in his stomach. With that Makaio slowly made his way out of the rehab center. Which felt more like a Psych ward than anything else. Makaio had to find something to eat, and he had to find out what happened. But what waited for him outside, would only continue the nightmare he was in.

Could Makaio really face not only his demons, but also the demons who now lurked the world?

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:

Chaos, Raids, cop cars, caution tape, anything. Makaio thought he would find something, anything. outside of the rehab center. He saw plenty of things, but it was what he didn't see that caused him to worry. There was no chaos, there where no cops or raids outside. Not even any caution tape to make off the massacre that happened inside. But there wasn't there where empty cop cars, there where actually a lot of empty cars. There was also blood everywhere, but there was bodies. None alive, or dead. It was simply empty, as if everyone was pulled away only leaving their blood or some material possessions.

Makaio walked slowly down the street, careful not to touch anything. trying not to step in any blood or things of the sort. he raised his hands, fixing the color on his red button up shirt. His dreads dangles around his face as he turned his head in every direction. His hazel eyes looking for something, anything. But he found nothing. As Makaio walked slowly he cursed under his breath.

"What the hell happened here?"

He asked himself as he looked into an empty car. It was the same everywhere, blood, clothing, even what seemed to be some entrails. But no one, nothing that seemed worth while. Looking in the passenger seat of the cop car he found a black, bloodied silenced 9mm. Makaio grabbed a cloth and whipped it down carefully. Once the gun was clean he slid it into his pants, tucking it into the black tight jeans and pulling his shirt over it.

As Makaio continued his journey for.....anything. He heard footsteps in the distance. His hazel eyes lit up as he began to run. Running down the street he turned down the next block and froze instantly. It couldn't be. Was he plucked out of reality and place into a horror movie or something. In front of him were three men feeding on a single woman. The sound of the gnawing and crunching of bones echoed down the streets. Makaio backed up slowly 'splash'

Makaio looked down, his right foot stepped into a puddle of blood, the blood now coated his black boot and his right ankle. Makaio's eyes slowly peered up as he looked at the group of....men...were they men? were they even human? What ever they were they where now staring at him, the crimson blood running down their chins like a man who just drank the remains of his soup in a hurry.

Makaio's heart dropped, his eyes were glued to the three men. He didn't realize but his breath was held in now. He opened his mouth to try to speak but nothing came out. He couldn't even form a thought right now. He just stared in terror at the men.

As the 'men' slowly stood up they began to stumbled forward, walking towards him slowly, with a crazed, hunger in their eyes. A hunger that was worse than any desire for drugs he had ever seen his life. He slowly backed up, his legs trembling. He could barely walk As the men began to only walk faster. Makaio stumbled over himself as he tried to make his muscles move. Suddenly his heart exploded with energy, mostly fear, adrenaline. Suddenly Makaio's legs quickly shifted, his entired body swinging around as his dreads trailed behind, whipping him on the other side of his face. His body was suddenly moving His body moved quickly and suddenly. As his body moved he swerved through dead cars and trails of blood. His head twisted back as he saw them mean were gaining on him, blood spilling not only from their mouths but theirs sides and every other part of their body. How were they moving? How were they even alive? There was no time to think.

Makaio's legs brought him to an alley way, as he ran he suddenly his eyes spotted a fire escape ladder. His body moved towards it. It was low enough for him to jump. His legs leapt forward his hands reaching out and grabbing he bars of the ladder. His body slammed against the ladder and he grunted in pain as his body moved quickly up the ladder. He didn't stop to see if they could follow him. He scurried up the next ladder then the next and the next until he was on the roof top. He looked back, breathing heavily as he kicked the ladder down and dropped to the floor panting for breath as he laid there.

"What the hell...."

PLANS: Makaio is still having a hard time with the fact that he is alive when so many good people aren't. I would like for Makaio to find a small group or at least a person to stick with. He is going to struggle a lot with past sins and addictions. As the plot goes on he will become more solid in his faith. I would like for him to possibly fall in love [won't come easy]. Eventually I'd like for him to sacrifice himself for the sake of the group to get away and not show up until a while later. Just some ideas so far, we will see what will happen. Oh and of course He is gonna kill a few undead.

ANYTHING ELSE?: I'm happy to come up with some plot ideas if anyone has any.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

GO BY: Trust
ROLEPLAY LEVEL: C
HOW DID YOU FIND US?:followed a small trail from Link
PASSWORD:*****
TIME ZONE: Eastern

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[Max Guevara]

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P.s I love the trail! Exactly what curbs my curiosity!