Post by Zeno on Oct 7, 2009 10:07:29 GMT -7
Full Name- Steve Jackson
Nick Names- Snipes, Bullseye, Chicken, Desert King
Age- 26
DoB- April 10th 1988
Gender- Male
Birth Location: Texas, America
Current Location: America
Hobbies-
-Sniping
-Talking to John
Skills-
-Sniping
Height: 6' 4"
Weight: 193lbs
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Blue
Skin: Tan
Body type: Athletic
Medical Conditions: None
Image:
Over All Description: Intimidating
Personality- Suspicious, distrustful coward
Orientation- Straight
Likes-
-Shooting zombies in the head
-Women
-John
Dislikes-
-Zombies
-Zombies pretending to be human
-People who scare him
Food- Beef jerky
Drink- Vodka
Music- Classic Rock
Over All- Paranoid coward
Favorite Saying: "Booyah! Headshot!"
Other: No other.
Family- None
Crush- None
Offspring- None
Pet(s)- German shepherd named John.
Weapons-
-Remington 700PSS w/ TR20 scope
-Sharps 1874 Long Range rifle w/ 34" barrel, Vernier peep sight, and Lyman Beach front sight (Only in the tower)
-Beretta 90Two
-Bowie knife
Training-
-None
Bad traits
-Coward
-Distrustful and suspicious
-Doesn't let anyone into his tower (Unless he has undeniable proof that it's not a zombie)
Good traits
-Excellent accuracy
-Loyal to those he trust
History:
Steve Jackson was born on a farm in Texas. He grew up, working there, building up an athletic body, thanks to daily exercises, and running. When he turned 15, he started hunting. Using an old Springfield rifle, he usually stuck to plains, sniping his prey without the use of a scope, to train his eyes, building up an insane accuracy.
When he heard the stories about zombie outbreaks, he didn't believe it, until one day, when he was hunting with his best friend, John, when his girlfriend, Sheila, came up behind them, pale with blood around her mouth. She charged them, and bit John, tearing his throat out. Steve, after trying to talk some sense into Sheila, came to a single conclusion. Sheila was a zombie. So, with a heavy heart, he shot her in the head, followed by John.
He got back to his house, to find the town invaded by zombies. He saw his parents limping out of the house, moaning and groaning. He decided to be merciful, and shot them both, before taking the family pickup and driving away.
Steve drove all the way to Nevada, where he found an old, abandoned tower. He didn't know what it'd been for or anything, but it was out in the open, it was two stories tall, and it had an excellent lookout point for sniping. He set up camp there, and stayed, only leaving to take the pickup and find supplies, weapons and ammo.
Nick Names- Snipes, Bullseye, Chicken, Desert King
Age- 26
DoB- April 10th 1988
Gender- Male
Birth Location: Texas, America
Current Location: America
Hobbies-
-Sniping
-Talking to John
Skills-
-Sniping
Height: 6' 4"
Weight: 193lbs
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Blue
Skin: Tan
Body type: Athletic
Medical Conditions: None
Image:
Over All Description: Intimidating
Personality- Suspicious, distrustful coward
Orientation- Straight
Likes-
-Shooting zombies in the head
-Women
-John
Dislikes-
-Zombies
-Zombies pretending to be human
-People who scare him
Food- Beef jerky
Drink- Vodka
Music- Classic Rock
Over All- Paranoid coward
Favorite Saying: "Booyah! Headshot!"
Other: No other.
Family- None
Crush- None
Offspring- None
Pet(s)- German shepherd named John.
Weapons-
-Remington 700PSS w/ TR20 scope
-Sharps 1874 Long Range rifle w/ 34" barrel, Vernier peep sight, and Lyman Beach front sight (Only in the tower)
-Beretta 90Two
-Bowie knife
Training-
-None
Bad traits
-Coward
-Distrustful and suspicious
-Doesn't let anyone into his tower (Unless he has undeniable proof that it's not a zombie)
Good traits
-Excellent accuracy
-Loyal to those he trust
History:
Steve Jackson was born on a farm in Texas. He grew up, working there, building up an athletic body, thanks to daily exercises, and running. When he turned 15, he started hunting. Using an old Springfield rifle, he usually stuck to plains, sniping his prey without the use of a scope, to train his eyes, building up an insane accuracy.
When he heard the stories about zombie outbreaks, he didn't believe it, until one day, when he was hunting with his best friend, John, when his girlfriend, Sheila, came up behind them, pale with blood around her mouth. She charged them, and bit John, tearing his throat out. Steve, after trying to talk some sense into Sheila, came to a single conclusion. Sheila was a zombie. So, with a heavy heart, he shot her in the head, followed by John.
He got back to his house, to find the town invaded by zombies. He saw his parents limping out of the house, moaning and groaning. He decided to be merciful, and shot them both, before taking the family pickup and driving away.
Steve drove all the way to Nevada, where he found an old, abandoned tower. He didn't know what it'd been for or anything, but it was out in the open, it was two stories tall, and it had an excellent lookout point for sniping. He set up camp there, and stayed, only leaving to take the pickup and find supplies, weapons and ammo.