Hudson, Travis

[Travis Hudson]

TRAVIS HUDSON
PLAYED BY :(Jesse Metcalfe)

THE CHARACTER

FULL NAME: Travis Tucker Hudson
NICK NAMES:None really
PREFERRED NAME:Travis
AGE: 27
GENDER: Male ♂
OCCUPATION: Firefighter
HOME REGION: Southeast
PREFERRED WEAPONS: 12 gauge shot gun, hunting knife, fire axe mounted in the back of his pick up

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Travis is a country boy. Farmer tans seem to be more permanent than tattoos, and that southern drawl from deep Louisiana, could almost be mistake as cajun. Travis doesn’t have too much of the accent going on. He moved from state to state following his mother who was too busy fleeing boyfriends than growing roots for her son, but he spent the good amount of his life down here, and this was where he ended up after it all settled down. His isn’t the largest man, and certainly not in his profession. He is about 6’2, and roughly 155 lbs. He works out intensely and so he is constantly building his muscle mass. His job demands it, and lives depend on it. He has hazel eyes that don’t match his mother’s brown, nearly black. It’s the only connection he can see to a father, the only thing his father left them. Travis has a few quirks, he always needs his eye brows to be grooms and his fingers neat and short. If he scuffs one during work or on his own people will make fun of him as he buffs out the mark. His style is about blue jeans and tee shirts. It’s too hot down here to be wearing anything fancy because it will be ruined by the humidity and the human body’s natural response to heat.

Travis has no tattoos or piercing, but was strongly contemplating a group tattoo before everything happened. He’s always got cuts and bruises all over his body, it comes from his line of work, and some of them will scar when he looks back he doesn’t remember the majority of them. He does have one scar that he will never forget the obtained story on. It’s more of a permanently sealed scar-white scrape. He was pushed down the stairs as a teenager, and he weighed enough to snap the bannister, before falling through it a post tore up his side. The mark has been with him since and taught him to never turn his back on a potential enemy, or start an argument at the top of a flight of stairs.

PERSONALITY: Quiet. Travis was always quieter than the rest of the guys he hung out with. Never got rowdy like they were constantly getting, when drunk he just thought things were really funny and would laugh to himself. Not too romantic. He was the one that attracted the ladies though, they saw the quiet one with the rowdy guys and found him so intriguing. He never had much luck in the pursuit of women though. He got tongue tied and started feeling uncomfortable which lead the women to get uncomfortable and it was just no fun for any one. So he stopped pursuing and gave up on them, and that was when they started flocking. His relations contained little words or commitment. They came after him, and in the morning they left him. His friends envied this fact, but he wondered to himself what made him so undateable. It left an emptiness in him that reminded him of his own mom, and how she could never get any one to stay.

Travis is loyal. He’d defend his brothers of the Livingston Fire Depart until he died. If it cost him his job or his life he would do it in a heart beat, but in a small Parish such as Livingston, nothing ever went that far. The fact that he’d do it, is the main statement about who he was. On that note Travis could also be considered protective. He was constantly defending his mother, whether she wanted it or not, he would be relentless as dog constantly getting back up to fight no matter how many times he was knocked down.

Travis is a little sensitive, he always takes jokes more seriously than they’re intended to be. He takes books and movies with strong or sad endings to heart, and he finds himself crying at the end of Where the Red Fern Grows and other’s like that. (he doesn’t watch it often). He hates the intense stereotypes and prejudices, that live in the hearts of nearly every local. He’s been to more modernized places and seen his hometown’s beliefs disproved, he wishes these people would have been able to see the things he did and maybe they would learn. Unfortunately, they will never get out to see the world, and they will die with their beliefs. He knows better to argue with them, so he just holds his tongue and shakes his head.

LIKES

• Healthy lifestyle
  
• His group of friends, despite their bigotry and rowdy behaviors
  
• Dogs, his fire house had a Dalmatian named Sam. It was Travis’ buddy when he needed alone time
  
• Living in one place
  
• Cars
  

DISLIKES

• Bug bites
  
• Cold weather
  
• Traveling
  
• Bigotry
  
• Abusive Relationships
  

HISTORY BEFORE: Born by a single mother, Cecile Hudson in Memphis, Tennessee. A sobbing woman who told the nurses he had no father. He was not raised with out male influence. He had many father’s in his life. The majority taught him the same lesson, men drank too much, hit too much, and left too fast. The early years of his life were a blur of bruises and gruff faces. His mother always screaming and yelling, and crying. Blaming him often for why her latest lover had left. Why are you always staring? she would shout as he watched her from behind the corner of a wall in the apartment they were residing in. She would stand and look at him right back as she approached him he would try to shrink away smaller and smaller so she wouldn’t be able to see him. He would be on the ground and she would gaze hatefully down to him. She’d pick him up by his lapel and shake him as he struggled to be released. you’re the reason they leave, she would scream in his face, you couldn’t even keep your own daddy around.

Travis grew up moving from county to state to different parts of the country. He never stayed long enough at a school to make any friends. Sometimes his mother didn’t even enroll him in a school. His nights would be spent alone until his mother returned with some company deep into the night, nearly morning. He would cry himself to sleep knowing they would end up hurting her and he was still too weak to protect her. He vowed one night he would not let them in. One night he would tell the other guy to beat it, and scold his mama for running around at all hours of the night when she should be teaching how to read and arithmetic’s, so when he did go back to school he would not be so far behind like he was every year he was entered in the system and then pulled back out. FInally his mother had settled with a man who she called a keeper. The only good thing for Travis about this situation was that they were in a house, and he would be going to school for longer than a month. This was in Livingston Parish, Louisiana.

He was fourteen and behind his class, but a caring teacher took extra hours to help him catch up. She told Cecile Hudson her boy was bright and had potential to go far. Cecile shook her head, he ain’t goin’ no where, she shouted at the conference, misinterpreting the compliment, he ain’t never leaving me! Once Travis was in high school he began to flourish, he was playing sports and making friends, and was doing well in school. Despite the fact that he was taking lower classes than his friends he was still happy. Happiness didn’t seem to last for very long for Travis though. His ‘stepfather’ as Cecile had encouraged him to refer to the man they were living with as, had been busted for the creating and distribution of moonshine. The police came to arrest him and he put up a fight wounding two officers and fled. The caught him two hours later, but his charges had increased, and there was no way the Hudson’s could afford to pay his bail. With him in jail, they rent wasn’t being paid and they soon had to leave the house. Cecile had told Travis that she wanted to go to Orlando, she had a cousin there that would let them stay with her, but Travis refused, for the first time in his life. His mother slapped him and then told him he was now an Orphan. you gotta die in order for me to be an orphan, he shouted as he rubbed his cheek. You wishin’ I was dead?? his mother screamed and left.

Travis tried to chase after her, but she was determined to leave and he was determined to stay. So at four in the morning he was knocking on his 8th grade teacher’s door, the one who had said he was going to go far in life. She let him in and he stayed with her for quite sometime. About a year and a half passed and his mother returned, he had been working and going to school, wrapping up his senior year playing football, and working at the mechanic shop in town rotating tires to help Ms. Rosins pay for his board. His mother walked into the shop in tears as she saw him, all grown up and a working man. He wasn’t angry with his mom, he never had been, he pitied her, and he loved her. She was much thinner now and her hair was a different color, but she was still his mama. When she asked for him to forgive her he gave her a hug and said of course he did. She wanted him to move back in with her, she found a place in another parish, but he refused. Livingston was his home now, he had friends and made himself a family with Ms. Rosins and her dogs. His mother was hurt by that but soon moved into a trailer in Livingston and asked him to live with her again. He agreed this time, and Ms. Rosins was very understanding. He still visited her often.

He graduated and went through the two year firefighter program, he passed with flying colors and got a new family out of it. He now serves this parish, and is on good terms with his mother and just about everyone in town. He was happy with his life finally, and lived part time at the firehouse and at his mama’s the other part time. He could afford to be on his own now, but his mama couldn’t and it was the only way he could justify to himself paying her bills. She had men come and go through out the last six years but they were much more peaceful transitions, Travis was old enough and strong enough to ensure that they were. Being that they were all locals too, there was no need to upset the peace in their little community. That is of course, until the infection broke out.

DURING APOCALYPSE: It was a tuesday, a tuesday night. Nothing happened on tuesdays, but when the fire house bell started to go off, they jumped from their game of BlackJack and bolted to get suited up. It was a ritualistic thing, to get suited up for battle, some prayed, others just stayed quiet in respect of the others. Travis prayed. Soon they were in the truck, the sirens wailing and the chief debriefing them in there head sets. Said that some crazy guy was burning down his house. With his family still in it. That sickened Travis, and it just made the job that much more serious.

The arrived on the scene as the deranged man was kneeling in the grass before his house, neighbors had gathered by now, and the police sirens could be heard a little bit away. They were getting to work, the firefighters, but Travis couldn’t help but notice the man was mourning, he was sobbing and looked like he was just about ready to jump in the fire himself. Travis thought to himself that people who were crazy enough to do these kinds of things, usually were too crazy to feel remorse. THEY’RE DEMONS NOW! The man crying sobbed. He didn’t stop to talk to the crazy man of the house, Travis was getting ready to go in and save his family.

The unwound the massive hose, while to other guys were preparing the aftermath fan. Smoke was a toxic substance, and the seven foot in diameter fan was there to blow it all away once the fire was out. Travis was apart of the rescue team, and he followed to other guys in helping carry in the massive hose. Livingston wasn’t too big, they only had one fire house, and two trucks, Travis was apart of the first string, and the second were in the back. All Travis could think about was a family huddled together in the middle of the flames and he had to get to them. The first guys, Morris, kicked down the door and they all followed in as it swung off its hinges.

The brightness of the fire was always so blinding, but after a little adjustment it only helped their cause this time. That was when he saw a woman walking through the flames, right towards them. The fact that her blouse was on fire and the flame was crawling up her arm did not seem to phase her. Her face was scratched and mouth snarling. It took Travis back, something was off. When she began to come towards him and bit into the canvas of his fire suit, he pushed her back in a panic. She’d been in here a while, so why wasn’t the smoke slowing her down? It should have killed her by now the way she was walking through the flames and upright, but she was still aggressive and determined to get to Travis. He’d never killed anything before, but when she came at him again and her hand grazed his neck as she reached for his face the cold touch was enough to turn him to stone. He swung his axe and she went down like a tree. His friends looked back to him, when they came out of the house and the fire was nearly out, they realized there was more than just this family that was a little off. The next morning most of the fire house wasn’t feeling too good.

There were more calls than ever in the history of Livingston, sirens going off constantly, but when the plague settled in at full course, there was no one left to call, or anyone left to pick up. Travis hoped in his pick up, and went to go grab his mother, he found her dead in her bed he mourned, but moved on. When they started getting up he couldn’t bring himself to kill his friends and family. That’s what these people had become to him. He’s looking for survivors. He’s ran into a few but they weren’t kind enough to convince him to join their caravans.


ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:

They thought she was out of her mind, they talked about it behind her back, and they laughed about her outbursts, and whispered about her family’s lineage. They said she was the product of incest, that was the only explanation as to how ugly she was. They said she would kill herself before graduation, and that was the only thing she would agree with them on. The way they talked about her. The way they hated her with out ever getting to know her. It was pushing her to the ends of her mind. She ran bare footed through a field. What was she running from? Their cruel words that tormented her day and night. Their cruel actions that left her scarred since she was in third grade. What was she running to? Peace? Maybe if she ran hard enough or fast enough, she would be pretty, she would feel good for the first time in years. She came to a slow as she reached the thin pear tree that stood against a background of yellow fields and blue sky. The breeze played with her hair and she sat in the tall grass, she heard the crickets winding up for their evening tunes, and found peaces among the orchids. This was her sanctuary. She had found home when she was here. Unfortunately she had to open her eyes eventually, she sat up and looked around the padded cell, her arms constrained across her chest. That feeling was enough to drive someone insane. She sighed as she swung her legs around the bed side and looked to the padded door. Dr. Crowley would be here soon. He would want to know about her dreams, she would tell him she had worse nightmares than ever before. She dreamt of burning alive. He would give her more drugs and she would be able to return to the orchid for longer amounts of time.

PLANS: Have him find himself in all the chaos, make some friends. Kill some zombies.

ANYTHING ELSE?: I was hinting at it, but to be more blunt, he has no idea he is gay.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

GO BY: Andrew
ROLEPLAY LEVEL: Average (3 years experience)
HOW DID YOU FIND US?: Support
PASSWORD: *****
TIME ZONE:Eastern

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