Post by Generalfoley on Jul 6, 2010 7:12:21 GMT -7
Full Name- Jeff Cabo
Nick Names- The Hunter, Sniper
Age- 30
DoB- July 26th, 1984
Gender- Male
Birth Location: Portland, Oregon, North America
Current Location: North America
Hobbies-
-Sniping
-Cooking
-Killing zombies
-Smacking people
Skills-
-Marksmanship
-Martial arts
-Cooking
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 198 lbs
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Skin: White
Body type: Semi-muscular, somewhat barrel chested
Medical Conditions: None
Image:
Over All Description:
Jeff's a... Well, he's actually rather average, actually. An athletic build was gained from his employ in the police, chasing criminals on foot for the majority of his career. He usually wears a loose t-shirt, a pair of jeans with knee pads, a pair of sunglasses, and a pair of gloves.
He wears a pair of gripped boots for climbing buildings and trees, and a holster on his right leg for his pistol, along with a sheath on his belt for his blade, and a pair of goggles for his eyes. In certain environments, he'll wear a boonie hat or a baseball cap. He carries around a ragged military pack that he looted from a national guard base, along with a tan ballistic vest and several pouches on his belt for magazines and miscellaneous supplies.
If he can, he'll hide out somewhere in a gillie suit to wait for kills to show up. His main hunting ground would be the Ruins of New York.
Personality- Quiet by nature, cautious, but kind and calculating.
Orientation- Straight
Likes-
-Surviving
-Non-deceased people
-Dead undead
-His sniper rifle
-Smacking people when they're stupid
-Cooking
-Cigarettes/Cigars
Dislikes-
-Greedy people
-The undead
-People who scream
-People who attract zombies
-The first girl to die in horror flicks
Food-
-Chips
-Slim Jims
-Twinkies
-Fruit
-Vegetables
-Cookable Meat
Drink-
-Water
-Coffee
-Soda, if he can get it
-Alcohol
Music-
-Heavy Metal
-Classic Rock
-Classical
Over All-
A person who likes to cook and smack people for various reasons.
Favorite Saying: "I travel with a rifle in one hand and a frying pan in the other."
Theme Song: "Season of the Witch" by Donovan
Other: Drives and lives in a looted Pitbull VX SWAT vehicle.
Family- Deceased
Crush- None
Offspring- None
Pet(s)-
Weapons-
-LWRC REPR (Magpul PRS stock, MIAD pistol grip, High Magnification Scope, Bipod)
-Heckler & Koch HK416C (Red Dot Sight, Foregrip)
-Glock 17 (Upgraded Sights)
-Tactical folding knife
-Combat knife
Training-
-2 Years Hunting/Survival
-3 Years of self-taught cooking classes
-Police Training
-SWAT Marksmanship Training
Bad traits
-Sometimes gets too into sniping
-Sometimes he has extreme cases of bad luck
-Smokes, leaves a bit of a smell
-Too giving sometimes
-Will go out of his way to kill a high level criminal (child molester, rapist, serial killer, etc.) (No laws, no red tape)
Good traits
-Marksman
-Resourceful
-Sometimes walks into extreme strokes of good luck
History:
Jeff was born into a small family in Portland, Oregon. He lived a relatively normal life, with his mother being a chef at a local restaurant and his father being a cop for Portland PD. He had a rather normal childhood, a few fights here and there, but nothing too serious. He even had a normal career, taking after his father as an officer in the homicide unit for three years before he transferred to SWAT and got married. Within twelve months, he had a healthy baby boy. A few years later, a buddy called in a favor to help her out with a stack of homicides, more than likely the work of a serial killer. Jeff had worked the case, finding the bodies had all been head shots and decapitations. He theorized that it was a cult killing or something similar.
But his theory was proven wrong, as one night his family was attacked by a zombie, who was thought to be an attacker. His son was bitten as Jeff fired half of his clip into the head of the intruder. After he had reloaded, his son had bled out in his mother's arms before he reanimated and bit her in the neck. He watched as they turned, before they attacked him, forcing him to end them both.
He grabbed everything he thought he would need and ventured out, torching his house as he did so. On his way out of Portland, he took up a lemur he called Crackers after he encountered him in the Portland Zoo. Now he just wanders the former U.S., killing zombies wherever they go.
Nick Names- The Hunter, Sniper
Age- 30
DoB- July 26th, 1984
Gender- Male
Birth Location: Portland, Oregon, North America
Current Location: North America
Hobbies-
-Sniping
-Cooking
-Killing zombies
-Smacking people
Skills-
-Marksmanship
-Martial arts
-Cooking
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 198 lbs
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Skin: White
Body type: Semi-muscular, somewhat barrel chested
Medical Conditions: None
Image:
Over All Description:
Jeff's a... Well, he's actually rather average, actually. An athletic build was gained from his employ in the police, chasing criminals on foot for the majority of his career. He usually wears a loose t-shirt, a pair of jeans with knee pads, a pair of sunglasses, and a pair of gloves.
He wears a pair of gripped boots for climbing buildings and trees, and a holster on his right leg for his pistol, along with a sheath on his belt for his blade, and a pair of goggles for his eyes. In certain environments, he'll wear a boonie hat or a baseball cap. He carries around a ragged military pack that he looted from a national guard base, along with a tan ballistic vest and several pouches on his belt for magazines and miscellaneous supplies.
If he can, he'll hide out somewhere in a gillie suit to wait for kills to show up. His main hunting ground would be the Ruins of New York.
Personality- Quiet by nature, cautious, but kind and calculating.
Orientation- Straight
Likes-
-Surviving
-Non-deceased people
-Dead undead
-His sniper rifle
-Smacking people when they're stupid
-Cooking
-Cigarettes/Cigars
Dislikes-
-Greedy people
-The undead
-People who scream
-People who attract zombies
-The first girl to die in horror flicks
Food-
-Chips
-Slim Jims
-Twinkies
-Fruit
-Vegetables
-Cookable Meat
Drink-
-Water
-Coffee
-Soda, if he can get it
-Alcohol
Music-
-Heavy Metal
-Classic Rock
-Classical
Over All-
A person who likes to cook and smack people for various reasons.
Favorite Saying: "I travel with a rifle in one hand and a frying pan in the other."
Theme Song: "Season of the Witch" by Donovan
Other: Drives and lives in a looted Pitbull VX SWAT vehicle.
Family- Deceased
Crush- None
Offspring- None
Pet(s)-
Weapons-
-LWRC REPR (Magpul PRS stock, MIAD pistol grip, High Magnification Scope, Bipod)
-Heckler & Koch HK416C (Red Dot Sight, Foregrip)
-Glock 17 (Upgraded Sights)
-Tactical folding knife
-Combat knife
Training-
-2 Years Hunting/Survival
-3 Years of self-taught cooking classes
-Police Training
-SWAT Marksmanship Training
Bad traits
-Sometimes gets too into sniping
-Sometimes he has extreme cases of bad luck
-Smokes, leaves a bit of a smell
-Too giving sometimes
-Will go out of his way to kill a high level criminal (child molester, rapist, serial killer, etc.) (No laws, no red tape)
Good traits
-Marksman
-Resourceful
-Sometimes walks into extreme strokes of good luck
History:
Jeff was born into a small family in Portland, Oregon. He lived a relatively normal life, with his mother being a chef at a local restaurant and his father being a cop for Portland PD. He had a rather normal childhood, a few fights here and there, but nothing too serious. He even had a normal career, taking after his father as an officer in the homicide unit for three years before he transferred to SWAT and got married. Within twelve months, he had a healthy baby boy. A few years later, a buddy called in a favor to help her out with a stack of homicides, more than likely the work of a serial killer. Jeff had worked the case, finding the bodies had all been head shots and decapitations. He theorized that it was a cult killing or something similar.
But his theory was proven wrong, as one night his family was attacked by a zombie, who was thought to be an attacker. His son was bitten as Jeff fired half of his clip into the head of the intruder. After he had reloaded, his son had bled out in his mother's arms before he reanimated and bit her in the neck. He watched as they turned, before they attacked him, forcing him to end them both.
He grabbed everything he thought he would need and ventured out, torching his house as he did so. On his way out of Portland, he took up a lemur he called Crackers after he encountered him in the Portland Zoo. Now he just wanders the former U.S., killing zombies wherever they go.
