Post by Trace on May 4, 2012 13:44:09 GMT -7
Name: Trace Lee Timmerman
Nickname: Peggy Pete (explained)
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Hair: Brown
Skin: White
Eyes: Brown
Hieght: 5"8
Body Type: Slender/muscle
Physical Description:
Nationality: American
Religion: Could care less. Everyone is equal and can do/believe what they want.
Previous Occupation: Couch potato -.-
Weapon of Choice: Rambo x2
Trace had owned one his brother owned the other. It was both their christmas presents two years ago.
Katana x1
acquired running through a mall for supplies. Only caught his eye when he remembered what it was from. It really caught his eye when it was labeled as "Hand Made".
Throwing Knives x3
One of the many sets Trace has acquired over the years of collecting. He isn't the best with them but he surprises himself quiet often.
Fears/Phobias: Heights, but only when focusing on the fall, if adrenaline is pumping its ignored.
Favorite Foods: "Any"
Favorite Drinks: any soda… Preferably Mtn Dew
Hobbies: Drawing, throwing knives, or reading.
Personality Traits:
Positive: Very easy going. Always found in a calm and collective mindset. Has no hair trigger and is often proceeded as emotionless.
Negative: To trusting, and silent. Is often found getting bored quick.
Quirks: Inconsistant tapping or noises, sometimes things not in strait line. (Very mild OCD)
Bad Habbits: NEEDS CAFFEINE TO SURVIVE!!! (not really but needs one, or suffer withdrawal)
History:
An easy passive childhood. Good parents that taught Trace the fundamentals of life. Siblings kept Trace on guard being the eldest of all three. His family never had it easy. Appartment jumping and low house renting. He has grown up with an artificial left leg prostheses, though easy to accommodate. His sports record proves it. A cross country runner and a wrestler to boot. during his High school days. He graduated average and shortly after, settled down. Trace settled a bit to much.
Life Experience:
With the wrestling background, Trace became quiet accustomed to pain and head trauma. Far be it from immune to pain, but Trace defiantly has a high tolerance. Cross country wasn't long for Trace, it was a one time deal. He got what he needed from it. Trace is a free runner. He cannot run distances as well as he used to, but he can effectively cover a good distance if need be.
Lone Ranger:
Traces Family had a line for cancer. When the "cure" came about most all of Trace's family shot out to get it. The only two not to receive it were Trave and his little brother. When the "Infection" took form, trace was oblivious at first. Being home alone and sleeping in contributed greatly to his slow reaction. His mother never came home, neither did his brother. He was going to go to the school to see the why his brother didn't come home, but before he got to the door he was greeted by the decaying remains of his apartment neighbor. Trace panicked, at first. Trusty to his knives, Trace always had one on him. He was far from elegant or skilled, and the only reason he acted so fast was on impulse. His first realization and his smack to reality, was in his first kill.
Mission:
Trace did venture to the school, not before grabbing his favorite knife. Rambo on belt and boots on Trace's feet. He'd be damned to be stopped. His thoughts were grim upon first sight of the school. His instincts tore at him. Enclosed doors and long hallways filled with the damned screamed death trap. He could not fall yet, Trace needed to confirm his grim premonition. He wanted every fiber in his being to forget his brother, but failed. He scoured the entirety of the school looking for the worst. It wasn't easy nor was it sane. Trace was chased out by a horde of the bloody dead, he had never found his brother. Trace's goal is to be with his brother, in life or after.
Nickname: Peggy Pete (explained)
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Hair: Brown
Skin: White
Eyes: Brown
Hieght: 5"8
Body Type: Slender/muscle
Physical Description:
Nationality: American
Religion: Could care less. Everyone is equal and can do/believe what they want.
Previous Occupation: Couch potato -.-
Weapon of Choice: Rambo x2
Trace had owned one his brother owned the other. It was both their christmas presents two years ago.
Katana x1
acquired running through a mall for supplies. Only caught his eye when he remembered what it was from. It really caught his eye when it was labeled as "Hand Made".
Throwing Knives x3
One of the many sets Trace has acquired over the years of collecting. He isn't the best with them but he surprises himself quiet often.
Fears/Phobias: Heights, but only when focusing on the fall, if adrenaline is pumping its ignored.
Favorite Foods: "Any"
Favorite Drinks: any soda… Preferably Mtn Dew
Hobbies: Drawing, throwing knives, or reading.
Personality Traits:
Positive: Very easy going. Always found in a calm and collective mindset. Has no hair trigger and is often proceeded as emotionless.
Negative: To trusting, and silent. Is often found getting bored quick.
Quirks: Inconsistant tapping or noises, sometimes things not in strait line. (Very mild OCD)
Bad Habbits: NEEDS CAFFEINE TO SURVIVE!!! (not really but needs one, or suffer withdrawal)
History:
An easy passive childhood. Good parents that taught Trace the fundamentals of life. Siblings kept Trace on guard being the eldest of all three. His family never had it easy. Appartment jumping and low house renting. He has grown up with an artificial left leg prostheses, though easy to accommodate. His sports record proves it. A cross country runner and a wrestler to boot. during his High school days. He graduated average and shortly after, settled down. Trace settled a bit to much.
Life Experience:
With the wrestling background, Trace became quiet accustomed to pain and head trauma. Far be it from immune to pain, but Trace defiantly has a high tolerance. Cross country wasn't long for Trace, it was a one time deal. He got what he needed from it. Trace is a free runner. He cannot run distances as well as he used to, but he can effectively cover a good distance if need be.
Lone Ranger:
Traces Family had a line for cancer. When the "cure" came about most all of Trace's family shot out to get it. The only two not to receive it were Trave and his little brother. When the "Infection" took form, trace was oblivious at first. Being home alone and sleeping in contributed greatly to his slow reaction. His mother never came home, neither did his brother. He was going to go to the school to see the why his brother didn't come home, but before he got to the door he was greeted by the decaying remains of his apartment neighbor. Trace panicked, at first. Trusty to his knives, Trace always had one on him. He was far from elegant or skilled, and the only reason he acted so fast was on impulse. His first realization and his smack to reality, was in his first kill.
Mission:
Trace did venture to the school, not before grabbing his favorite knife. Rambo on belt and boots on Trace's feet. He'd be damned to be stopped. His thoughts were grim upon first sight of the school. His instincts tore at him. Enclosed doors and long hallways filled with the damned screamed death trap. He could not fall yet, Trace needed to confirm his grim premonition. He wanted every fiber in his being to forget his brother, but failed. He scoured the entirety of the school looking for the worst. It wasn't easy nor was it sane. Trace was chased out by a horde of the bloody dead, he had never found his brother. Trace's goal is to be with his brother, in life or after.