Aramil Marcus Cassidy

[Sgt. Aramil Cassidy]

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Aramil, Cassidy

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THE CHARACTER

FULL NAME: Aramil Marcus Cassidy
NICK NAMES: Reaper
PREFERRED NAME: Aramil
AGE: 28
GENDER:male
OCCUPATION: Sergeant for the Portland, Oregon Police department Special Weapons and Tactics Squad. (SWAT)
HOME REGION:Northwest
PREFERRED WEAPONS: Rifle or Pistol as a firearm and for CQB he prefers a good old fashioned

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Aramil has a background for military. He stands at 6’2 and straight standing no slouching and chin up shoulders back always. He walks with a purpose but he has become a little cockier bad ass in his walking as he prides himself on killing zombies now. He almost has to kill a zombie now days otherwise he becomes bored as he no longer has humans to hunt and take down anymore. He wears headphones under his standard SWAT issue Kevlar vest with the bright white SWAT logon on the back, with a Zune player attached at his waist securely so he has a soundtrack to kill zombies with. He wears black cargo pants with a handgun holster attached to his right thigh and a taser on his left thigh although it won’t do much against a zombie it would still take a survivor out without harming them. For head gear he wears a tactical helmet with strap and red tinted tactical goggles while wearing a balaclava during the cold days. He has open finger gloves on and a short sleeve shirt on. He has taken off the standard knee pads and elbow pads as they slow him down to get away from zombies. And his foot wear is black military boots.

PERSONALITY:
Before the Outbreak:
Before the outbreak happened, Aramil was married with a son named Marcus. He loved his family very much and they loved him. He had a small town on the north side of Portland, OR away from the downtown Area. He lived there happily with his wife and son along with enjoying his job. He had many friends and people he would give his life to in the SWAT team. He worked hard to become sergeant of the SWAT force working his way up from a beat cop on the streets doing the dirty work for detectives and taking down shoplifters, gangs, abuse calls, etc. He did it all and his family stood by him in the hard times and enjoyed the good times. Most would call Aramil the live of the party making corny jokes from movies and things he had seen on the internet or when busting people. He was a joker but he know how to take things seriously when they needed to be serious. During his rookie years as a beat cop in the streets he was ambushed by a gang with him and his partner. His partner was shot and killed bleeding out in Aramil’s arms. When Aramil returned fire he shot and killed one of the gang members which later he found out was a 14 year old kid. From that moment he vowed to save lives instead of take them but he knew it was part of the job. He had lost some of his edge at that point but it was short lived and soon he returned to his normal self.
The outbreak:
When the outbreak happened he was in the squad room with his buddies. They all watched it on the news watching the horrors of people being eaten alive and the dead coming back to life. They suited up and all vowed to return here to hold up after grabbing their family. When Aramil arrived to his house he found that his family had been slaughtered. Pillagers had come through his house killing his boy and raping his wife before killing her. It changed Aramil the way he viewed the people that were alive and never trusted them again. He put his family in the ground as best he could before vowing to his wife he would survive this for her. He still was his joking self when killing zombies but he was alone and that was the way he wanted it to be. He didn’t trust the people that survived this horror of a world now and probably never will. He is civil if he comes across someone but never lets his guard down with any of them.

LIKES

• His wife
  
• Firearms/Weapons/ explosives/ anything to kill zombies
  
• Cars/Bikes
  
• Women
  
• Killing Zombies for fun and games
  

DISLIKES

• Survivors
  
• Being beat at his own games
  
• Super talkative people
  
• Children as they remind him of his son to much
  
• The cold
  

HISTORY BEFORE:
Child years 1-10 years old
Aramil Child hood was that of a normal boy, he was born into a middle class family that loved him above all else. They lived in a 4 bedroom house on the outskirts of the city in beaverton. His father was a detective on the police force and was around as much as he could be. At a early age he wanted to be just like his father and in the end he ended up becoming just that but in a different department.

Teen years 10-19 years old
Tragedy struck Aramil at the age of 15, His father was killed in the line of duty while Aramil was at school. Upon returning home his mother had told him of his fathers death. They didn't know who it was and Aramil set out his goal to follow in his father's footsteps and would track down his fathers killer. He began taking a interest in crimminal justice and related class's preparing himself for the inevitable. At the age of 18 Aramil made the choice out of High school to join the military before joining the police force.

Adult hood 19- Present
At the age of 18 Aramil did three years in the military training and becoming a weapon of the government. He took well to the training and was marked very high on his marksmen test and physical combat. At the age of 21 Aramil returned home ready to follow his fathers footsteps and join the law enforcement. He also married the love of his life. He applied for the police force and was accepted right away. He finished the academy at the age of 22 and hit the streets with a purpose. At the age of 24 Aramil heard of a positon that was open and offered to him. A position on the SWAT Department, he never forgot about his fathers killer and wanted to be detective but with his military training he knew SWAT was where he was meant to be. Taking the offer Aramil was in SWAT three years showing them that he was a leader, a soldier, and a life savior. He was promoted at the age of 27 to Sargent of the SWAT force along with his first and only child was born. He worked it for a year before the outbreak hit and it was one of the best jobs he ever worked with the people that supported him and his co workers.

DURING APOCALYPSE:
The morning of the outbreak it was a normal day for Aramil, he awoke early in the morning showed and put his uniform on while his wife took her shower before his one year old son awoke for the day. Aramil grabed his standard issue Baretta and placed it on his right thigh holster just like he did everyday. He made a quick breakfest for him and his wife. When she came down she only had a towel on and tried to seduce him like she always did but he declined that morning something he wished he didn't do to this day. He got in his car and drove to the station gathering up his gear from his locker making sure it was all there and ready to go when they got the call.

A few hours later the news broadcast's hit the airways and Aramil along with his team strapped up all their gear and ran home to their familys. Upon returning home his family was dead. In just few hours ago his family was slaughtered by the outbreak and he was not there to protect them. He hated himself for it but there was nothing he could do now. He returned to the streets and attempted to fight off the infected. During the fight he lost most of his supplies and held himself up on top of a roof with what little supplies that he had left. He was cut off and alone with only a handful of bullets left in his berreta. His M4 was lost ina stuggle against a zombie and he wasn't going back down to the street to get it. He held up on the roof alone for three days till it was dead silent not even a zombie moan. He began his scavanging what he could and his survival of the outbreak kicked in. He was truely in hell now.

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE: The night was a fairly cold one, oh the cold… Something Aramil hated with every cold bitter bone in his body. It really wasn’t that cold but he still hated it nonetheless. Aramil was in the middle of downtown perched on top of a ten story building on the roof. The door to the roof blocked and secured from the outside so he couldn’t be snuck up on from a zombie wandering up the stairs. He Standard issue Scout Tactical sniper rifle in his hands loaded and ready to take out some zombies.
Aramil had recently come into about fifty rounds of .308 rounds from the local gun shop. He had raided it a day ago finding only ammo that was left behind. All the guns had been picked clean but he did manage to find a combat knife and a silencer that was left in the case which the knife now resided in a holster attached to the front of his Kevlar vest for easy access. The silencer was attached to his Scout Tactical. Aramil began looking down at the street seeing a few stragglers walking the streets, two standing near a ally way, and three in the middle of the street feasting on a dead corpse.
Just watching the corpse be torn apart was gruesome enough for Aramil. He had seen it up close and personal many times but it never got any easier watching that happen to what used to be a live human being. The whole way things were done now days was odd for Aramil it was almost surreal at times hoping that it was all just a dream but it wasn’t. It was really happening and his family was really still gone. At times he dreams about his wife and the life they had before, he always hoped he would see them some day again. Aramil shook his head and snapped himself back out of his mind of his wife and son.
“Not yet my love, not yet.” He muttered. He then unhooked the bipod of the Scout and placed it on the edge of the raised roof. His breath could be seen in the cold winter day that it was. Even with the balaclava he could still feel the cold bite at his face daring him to freeze to death. It was the worst way to go Aramil thought even if a zombie got you it would be better than a slow death of dying in the cold. He checked his sights and slowed his breathing. Calculating his trajectory and wind speed for his shots he was about to make. He was dying to test out his bran new toy attached to his gun. You had to enjoy the little things that were left in life these days or you might as well be a zombie.
After setting up, he aimed for the corpse that was being eaten. The guts clearer as the scope magnified his view. Setting up his shot one looked up from his happy meal almost sensing it was being targeted and Aramil squeezed the trigger. The bullet with minimal sound sped towards the zombie drilling it Right Square in the forehead. Brains splattered against the wall behind it and it flopped on top of the meal it was eating. Aramil quickly pulled back the bolt lever and pushed it back it loading the next bullet in the clip clicking the leaver back into place. He aimed for the next zombie eating the corpse holding in a small breath he fired again.

The bullet hit the zombie right above the right ear spraying blood across the wall behind it. Two for two Aramil throught to himself grinning, not that anyone could see it or appreciate his marksmen skills. He decided it was a waste of bullets to keep going but he tested the rifle and ammo to his satisfactory. He went back to his camp that he called home on the roof. Sitting down in his lawn chair stripping his rifle and began cleaning it.

PLANS: Aramil is used to being alone, he is a hunter and a hunter for game of zombies. He would challange anyone to a game of faniciest kill or the most brutal kill of a zombie any second he got. He eventually will have to learn once again to become a apart of a civilization once established which for Aramil at this stage for being alone so long will be a very long process. His family still haunts his dreams and holds the guilt of them dying because of him not being there. Which is another reason he is alone, he believes its not good to count on him as he lets them down at the worst moment.

ANYTHING ELSE?:
Weapons: Barrette 9mm and Scout tactical .308 with a Combat knife, Taser

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

GO BY: Aramil
ROLEPLAY LEVEL: 9/10
HOW DID YOU FIND US?:Support forums
PASSWORD: *****
TIME ZONE: Pacific Northwest

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