Post by Generalfoley on Oct 7, 2009 0:45:43 GMT -7
Name: Joseph McManus
Nicknames: Mujibar
Age: 23
DOB: October 13th, 1992
Gender: Male
Birth location: Dublin, Ireland
Current location: America
Hobbies:
-Reading
-Writing in his journal
-Cleaning his weapons
-Practicing with his sword and pistols
-Watching movies he saved and scavenged
Skills:
-Gunsmithing
-Swordsmanship
-Martial Arts
-Knowledge of history and fiction
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 220 pounds
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Skin: Tan
Body Type: Athletic and strong.
Medical Conditions: ADHD
Image:
Over All Description:
Joe's appearance, since he returned to America, has changed a bit. Sometimes, when the fancy strikes him, he'll wear either a baseball cap or a flatcap On his face, he'll wear either his goggles or a pair of sunglasses. If his goggles aren't on his face, they're around his neck. Sometimes he'll wear his mask, but more often than not, he'll keep it attached on his belt.
Gone is the leather jacket, since it's too damned hot out for that. Now, he'll wear either just a t-shirt, a sleeveless "muscle" shirt, or an A-Top "wife beater". He'll pretty much where any kind of leggings, granted that they aren't too tight, but more often than not, he'll wear either jeans or cargo pants. He still has his gloves, and he switched out his self-made armored boots for a pair of breathable work boots.
Joe wears a pair of thigh holsters for his pistols and a concealed back holster for his back-up, along with pouches on his belt for stuff and on his bandolier for his rifle magazines. His sword still rests where it was, though now he carries a combat knife in a sheath he put on his bandolier, and a tactical folding knife on the outside of his right pocket. Next to Joe's thigh holsters are magazine pouches for his Glocks, both for convenience and to save room on his belt and bandolier.
When he carries around his rifle, he'll often have a single point bungee sling attached to the back loop of the rifle, so he can leave it hanging and not lose it when he switches to one of his other weapons. Joe will also keep on him a grenade or two, mainly because you never know when you need a grenade.
Personality: Eccentric, humorous, and knowledgeable.
Orientation: Straight
Likes:
-Books
-Weapons
-Friends
-Amphetamines
Dislikes:
-Zombies
-bad humor
-Idiots
-Jumpers (More of a fear, but whatever)
Food:
-Ramen
-Tic-Tacs
-Edible foodstuffs
-MREs (They're still food, dammit!)
Drink:
-Water
-Whiskey
-Caffeinated beverages
-Beer
Music: Rock
Over all: Strange
Favorite saying: "Let's get going..."
Theme Song: Rocky Road to Dublin - The Dubliners
Other: No other.
Family:
-Wong Heung: Father (68) (Status Unknown)
-Samantha McManus: Sister (17) (Alive)
Crush: None
Offspring: None
Pet: Sooba, a raven (Dead)
Weapons:
-Two Glock 17 pistols with 8 inch barrels, chambered for .357 magnum rounds (Single fire only, 8 rounds per clip)
-A steel longsword
-Combat Knife
-Tactical Folder
-DSArms SA58 OSW Carbine (Folding Stock, Trijicon ACOG 2.5x Sight)
-OTs-33 Pernach (Back-Up)
-Keeps a Collection of weapons in the Bunker
Training:
-Zui Quan(Drunken Fist style)
-Brawling
-Sword training
-Knife fighting (involves a lot of stabbing for psychological impact)
-Pistol Marksmanship
-Rifle Marksmanship (Self-Taught)
Bad Traits:
-Always seeks knowledge at the risk of his own life(Meaning he will rush into a zombie filled library for books and other information)
-Overly giddy when it comes to explosives
-Paranoid
-Easily distracted (really, reall- Ooooh! Shiny!)
-Always has Tic-Tacs on hand (The rattling noise, unfortunately, attracts the zombies)
Good Traits:
-Loyal
-Knowledgeable
-Quick thinking
-Always has Tic-Tacs on hand (Always minty fresh breath)
History:
Born in Dublin, Ireland on October 13th, 1992, he was adopted and raised by his foster father, an old Chinese man by the name of Wong Heung, who taught him in the way of the sword and the Zui Quan (Drunken Fist) style from the age of 5. He mastered the Zui Quan style when he turned 16, but his sword training was yet to be complete. Nine months after his 17th birthday, he was given a sword. A longsword, basic, but sturdy and reliable. When Joseph turned 18, he gave thanks to his foster father, and moved to Boston, Massachusetts, where he attended college for a few months. He was expelled for blowing up the chemistry lab. Multiple times. In the same day.
Needless to say, he never played with any chemicals he wasn't familiar with ever again.
Afterwards, he wandered into the gun shop Rocco's Gunsmithing, where he bought his first guns, his two Glock 17s. That was when he took the apprenticeship of the gunsmith, Rocco, who ran the gun shop he bought his pistols from. He worked there until the outbreak of the zombie virus. He packed up as much ammunition, clothing, and food as he could, while leaving room for his books, and he, with his pistols and swords, left Boston, having blown the infected Rocco's brains out the back of his skull before he left.
From then on, he wandered the country side, killing zombies and collecting books, movies, and all other formats of information, carrying with him at all times. A few months after Joseph left Boston, he found an old military radio station built in the 1960s, in case of Soviet attack.Thankfully, the base us vacant of zombies. He set up a safe house within the radio station, moving what few comforts he could into it. There, he stored his collection of information. He came under a revelation. He needed to save the texts of the past, texts that existed before the outbreak.
Thus, he left his safe house, leaving it locked and secure from zombie threat. From there, he crossed the country, heading west, in order to fulfill his self-imposed quest. Along the way, he met his first friend since Boston, Sooba, a random raven that stuck with him while he traveled. When he arrived in Las Vegas, he had met his second friend, Michael Andersson, the slightly mentally unstable Swedish graffiti Ninja. The two have been traveling together ever since, encountering things that they never thought they would.
In other words, their luck sucks donkey balls.
At the end of 2014, Joe and Mike had taken over a C-130 Cargo Plane and arrived in Europe to, as they always do, cause as much mayhem as possible.
Europe: You. Are. Fucked.
But, a year later, they decided to kill the man who stole their plane and flew back to America, missing the purpose, the excitement, the...
Fuck it. They were bored.
And thus they decided to see what fires they could start back up, and have fun while doing it.
Nicknames: Mujibar
Age: 23
DOB: October 13th, 1992
Gender: Male
Birth location: Dublin, Ireland
Current location: America
Hobbies:
-Reading
-Writing in his journal
-Cleaning his weapons
-Practicing with his sword and pistols
-Watching movies he saved and scavenged
Skills:
-Gunsmithing
-Swordsmanship
-Martial Arts
-Knowledge of history and fiction
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 220 pounds
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Skin: Tan
Body Type: Athletic and strong.
Medical Conditions: ADHD
Image:
Over All Description:
Joe's appearance, since he returned to America, has changed a bit. Sometimes, when the fancy strikes him, he'll wear either a baseball cap or a flatcap On his face, he'll wear either his goggles or a pair of sunglasses. If his goggles aren't on his face, they're around his neck. Sometimes he'll wear his mask, but more often than not, he'll keep it attached on his belt.
Gone is the leather jacket, since it's too damned hot out for that. Now, he'll wear either just a t-shirt, a sleeveless "muscle" shirt, or an A-Top "wife beater". He'll pretty much where any kind of leggings, granted that they aren't too tight, but more often than not, he'll wear either jeans or cargo pants. He still has his gloves, and he switched out his self-made armored boots for a pair of breathable work boots.
Joe wears a pair of thigh holsters for his pistols and a concealed back holster for his back-up, along with pouches on his belt for stuff and on his bandolier for his rifle magazines. His sword still rests where it was, though now he carries a combat knife in a sheath he put on his bandolier, and a tactical folding knife on the outside of his right pocket. Next to Joe's thigh holsters are magazine pouches for his Glocks, both for convenience and to save room on his belt and bandolier.
When he carries around his rifle, he'll often have a single point bungee sling attached to the back loop of the rifle, so he can leave it hanging and not lose it when he switches to one of his other weapons. Joe will also keep on him a grenade or two, mainly because you never know when you need a grenade.
Personality: Eccentric, humorous, and knowledgeable.
Orientation: Straight
Likes:
-Books
-Weapons
-Friends
-Amphetamines
Dislikes:
-Zombies
-bad humor
-Idiots
-Jumpers (More of a fear, but whatever)
Food:
-Ramen
-Tic-Tacs
-Edible foodstuffs
-MREs (They're still food, dammit!)
Drink:
-Water
-Whiskey
-Caffeinated beverages
-Beer
Music: Rock
Over all: Strange
Favorite saying: "Let's get going..."
Theme Song: Rocky Road to Dublin - The Dubliners
Other: No other.
Family:
-Wong Heung: Father (68) (Status Unknown)
-Samantha McManus: Sister (17) (Alive)
Crush: None
Offspring: None
Pet: Sooba, a raven (Dead)
Weapons:
-Two Glock 17 pistols with 8 inch barrels, chambered for .357 magnum rounds (Single fire only, 8 rounds per clip)
-A steel longsword
-Combat Knife
-Tactical Folder
-DSArms SA58 OSW Carbine (Folding Stock, Trijicon ACOG 2.5x Sight)
-OTs-33 Pernach (Back-Up)
-Keeps a Collection of weapons in the Bunker
Training:
-Zui Quan(Drunken Fist style)
-Brawling
-Sword training
-Knife fighting (involves a lot of stabbing for psychological impact)
-Pistol Marksmanship
-Rifle Marksmanship (Self-Taught)
Bad Traits:
-Always seeks knowledge at the risk of his own life(Meaning he will rush into a zombie filled library for books and other information)
-Overly giddy when it comes to explosives
-Paranoid
-Easily distracted (really, reall- Ooooh! Shiny!)
-Always has Tic-Tacs on hand (The rattling noise, unfortunately, attracts the zombies)
Good Traits:
-Loyal
-Knowledgeable
-Quick thinking
-Always has Tic-Tacs on hand (Always minty fresh breath)
History:
Born in Dublin, Ireland on October 13th, 1992, he was adopted and raised by his foster father, an old Chinese man by the name of Wong Heung, who taught him in the way of the sword and the Zui Quan (Drunken Fist) style from the age of 5. He mastered the Zui Quan style when he turned 16, but his sword training was yet to be complete. Nine months after his 17th birthday, he was given a sword. A longsword, basic, but sturdy and reliable. When Joseph turned 18, he gave thanks to his foster father, and moved to Boston, Massachusetts, where he attended college for a few months. He was expelled for blowing up the chemistry lab. Multiple times. In the same day.
Needless to say, he never played with any chemicals he wasn't familiar with ever again.
Afterwards, he wandered into the gun shop Rocco's Gunsmithing, where he bought his first guns, his two Glock 17s. That was when he took the apprenticeship of the gunsmith, Rocco, who ran the gun shop he bought his pistols from. He worked there until the outbreak of the zombie virus. He packed up as much ammunition, clothing, and food as he could, while leaving room for his books, and he, with his pistols and swords, left Boston, having blown the infected Rocco's brains out the back of his skull before he left.
From then on, he wandered the country side, killing zombies and collecting books, movies, and all other formats of information, carrying with him at all times. A few months after Joseph left Boston, he found an old military radio station built in the 1960s, in case of Soviet attack.Thankfully, the base us vacant of zombies. He set up a safe house within the radio station, moving what few comforts he could into it. There, he stored his collection of information. He came under a revelation. He needed to save the texts of the past, texts that existed before the outbreak.
Thus, he left his safe house, leaving it locked and secure from zombie threat. From there, he crossed the country, heading west, in order to fulfill his self-imposed quest. Along the way, he met his first friend since Boston, Sooba, a random raven that stuck with him while he traveled. When he arrived in Las Vegas, he had met his second friend, Michael Andersson, the slightly mentally unstable Swedish graffiti Ninja. The two have been traveling together ever since, encountering things that they never thought they would.
In other words, their luck sucks donkey balls.
At the end of 2014, Joe and Mike had taken over a C-130 Cargo Plane and arrived in Europe to, as they always do, cause as much mayhem as possible.
Europe: You. Are. Fucked.
But, a year later, they decided to kill the man who stole their plane and flew back to America, missing the purpose, the excitement, the...
Fuck it. They were bored.
And thus they decided to see what fires they could start back up, and have fun while doing it.
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