Post by Steve DeMott on Jan 30, 2013 1:19:18 GMT -8
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Steve, DeMott
PLAYED BY : Liam Hemsworth
THE CHARACTER
FULL NAME: Steven DeMott
NICK NAMES: Tenacious
PREFERRED NAME: Steve or Tenacious
AGE: 26
GENDER: Male
OCCUPATION: Sniper 138Th Infantry Delta Company 1st Platoon
HOME REGION: Northeast
PREFERRED WEAPONS: M110 Semi-Automatic Sniper System
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Steve stands around 6'3" and weighting approximately 185lbs. He wears his Army Multicam pattern uniform. Since he was home on leave and was an NCO, he was able to bring his gear home.
He currently wears his issued plate carrier, but removed the plates due to weight. He has his LBV on him. He also wears his issued Boonie cap. Around his neck he has a shemagh. He ties his dog tags around his belt loop and puts it in his pocket (so when he goes prone it doesn't jam into his chest.) He carries a small assault pack that carries various vital foods and medicine.
On his right shoulder he has a Gears of War tattoo, he also has a large spartan tattoo on his left bicep, and has the Sniper Tab tattoo that stretches across his back.
In various pockets he carries the following: his wallet, a lighter, a couple cans of chewing tobacco, and a small weatherproof notebook.
PERSONALITY: Steve, like all snipers, is generally quiet unless he wants to talk. Since the loss of his family and without contact with his spotter he has stayed pretty much alone since the disease.
He can be humorous (although his idea of humor is either distasteful to civilians, or they just don't get it.) He really has no psychological trauma, mainly due to quite a few years in the military.
He has no problems killing, either the undead or the living. But during this time he would much rather relieve a Zed of its brains than another living human.
He does have a protector-like attitude, and will try to help those that need it, regardless of danger. Since the advent of the virus he has placed an importance on human life, or life in general.
LIKES
- Twinkies
- Collecting Post cards
- His stuff
- Classic Muscle Cars
- The sound a bullet makes when it enters the skull
DISLIKES
- People touching his stuff
- People with a holier than thou attitude
- Taking orders from someone without experience
- Bandits (and does observe a shoot to kill attitude towards them)
- Missing his shots
HISTORY BEFORE: Before the virus Steve was stationed in Indianapolis, IN. with the 38Th Infantry Division. He was scheduled to deploy to Afghanistan as his 3rd tour. He was allowed 4 days of paid leave (as was everyone else) and went back to stay with his father.
Steve did have a small civilian job as an armed security guard for a private security company. It was his first official civilian job, and got along with his civilian coworkers pretty well.
Steve also enjoyed playing video games from time to time, though he stayed away from first person shooters because to him they were unrealistic and he's already done most of that stuff in the real world. The kinds of video games he did enjoy were racing and RPG's.
Steve also enjoyed going out for drinks with his spotter and a few other guys. They would mainly hit the local Buffalo Wild Wings and stay there till around 2am. There they would have various contests, drinking contests, who can eats an order of hot wings the fastest. They did this because they thought they'd never have the chance again for the next year in Iraq.
During his leave he did get into an argument with his little sister (who is only 2 years younger) because of the fact he keeps volunteering for deployments. His argument was that he just feels like he doesn't fit in with civilians all to well, and felt at home in a combat zone. The argument got so bad, that Steve told his sister to never talk to him again. Needless to say, he regrets that now.
DURING APOCALYPSE: During the apocalypse Steve has lost countless family members, ranging from his parents, to nieces, cousins, and even many of his friends. The first thing he did was grab his gear bag, jumped into his car and took off for the Armory in Indianapolis. There he didn't see a soul around, except for those that lay on the ground.
He checked out his M110, M9, and plenty of ammo himself, seeing as how the supply Sergeant was nowhere to be found. He got back to his vehicle and drove off to the country side, to his uncle's farm house. He found his Uncle dead, and knowing bits and pieces about plagues he burned his body. He began to set up shop at the farmhouse.
It was there that he came into contact with his first Zed. He had no idea it was dangerous, his first instincts where to provide medical aid. Needless to say it tried to attack him, but Steve was able to easily dispatch the creature. Later he would have to leave the comforts of the farmhouse due to wandering hordes of Zeds.
ROLE PLAY EXAMPLE:"Yo dick-bag, come on. We ain't got all day." Said Clint, Steve's spotter.350 WORD COUNT
"Damn, you have the patience of a hungry pregnant woman. Just hold up, almost got it this time." Said Steve, while at a claw machine. Steve felt odd, felt like time was slowing down for some reason. Every time he put the quarter in the slot, it seemed time would slow a few seconds.
But then he could feel something else. Something wasn't right and the hairs on the back of his neck were standing up. He heard someone moving closer behind him. When he turned around he was facing Clint but it didn't look like Clint.
Clint's face was mangled, bits of flesh torn from his right cheek, which exposed his rear molars. He was also missing a large portion of his nose and his right eye was missing completely.
Steve also heard another noise, like as if someone was walking on...... tinfoil.
Steve shot-up right out of bed and cocked his head to the side and slightly opened his mouth so that he could hear a little better. Then the tinfoil sound came again, confirmation that someone or something was definitely in the house with him.
He slowly stood, taking care not to bump into thing. He walked over to his pack and grabbed his Fairbairn Sykes knife and slowly made his way to the door. He controlled his breathing as if he was sniping, taking care not to make any sounds.
When he got to the doorway he peeked around the corner, he saw nothing, so whatever it is must be downstairs. He didn't want to take the stairs because he had rigged a Claymore up to it with a written warning sign that living people would be able to see and not use the stairs themselves.
Instead, Steve opted for his repel rope that he tied to the railings. First thing he does is peer over the railings, making sure nothing is down below him. Satisfied that its all clear he lowers himself down via the rope. Once on the first floor he began to do a sweep of all areas he placed sheets of tinfoil.
Obviously the front door was clear, as was the living room windows, so he began to make his way towards the kitchen and the rear door. He got to the door way and paused. He heard slight breathing, didn't sound human to him, was too rapid.
He peered around the corner and saw an emaciated dog.
He lowered his knife a little and breathed a sigh of relief.
He began to make his way back to his rope when something crashed into him on his right, taking him to the ground on his back. He looked at its face and it was a nasty looking Zed. It snarled and snapped its jaw at him, trying to pull itself closer to Steve's face.
"Fucker's strong." Steve said under strain. He still had his knife in his right hand. With his left he pressed under the Zed's chin, rocking its head back and exposing what would have been vital areas of its neck had it been living. And with the tip of the knife he slid it with ease under its chin and into its brain cavity, killing it without a noise. It went limp and slumped on top of him with whatever remained of its body weight. Steve effortlessly shoved it to the side and sat up.
"Well, guess I better go." He checked his watch, 0527 hours (5:27am). He got up, climbed his rope back up to the second floor and began to gather his items. He paused when the picture of his sister fell to the floor. He carefully picked it up, studied her face, trying to memorize what his sister looked like, as a tear swelled and gracefully fell down his right cheek.
"Your alive somewhere, I know you are." He said as he wiped his cheek with his arm and threw on his assault pack.
PLANS: What I would like for my character to do is go out and go on a search for other living people, while at the same time go searching for his spotter and sister (as he never found their bodies).
ANYTHING ELSE?: He's currently armed with only the M110 Sniper weapon system (the weapon in the picture is not an M110 the one pictured is a Barrett M82 .50Cal), and only has 4 10 round mags for it, with around 176 bullets remaining.
He also carried an M9 (Beretta 92FS) with 5 spare 15 round mags.
The last weapon he carries is his Fairbairn Sykes fighting knife.ABOUT THE AUTHOREastern Standard Time
GO BY: Steve or Tenacious
ROLE-PLAY LEVEL: I'd rate myself a veteran, although its been a couple years. I did run 2 role-play boards and was a member to 3 others.
HOW DID YOU FIND US?: Did a search in support boards, found yours to be more my style.
PASSWORD: *****
TIME ZONE:
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Also I am basing the character off of my real world self (minus the Liam Hemsworth part, lol). The only thing is I'm no longer in the Military, but basing this character off of a "what If" scenario. So if that's going to be a problem then please let me know.
