Post by SobeitOnion on Sept 6, 2011 23:55:05 GMT -7
Full Name- Mauricio Florez
Nick Names-
Age- 27
DoB- 1987
Gender- Male
Birth Location:Arizona, USA
Current Location: New York
Hobbies-
- Making explosives and other flammable goodies
- Playing with said explosives and goodies
- Trafficking the Interwebz on spare time
- Going over memes from the years before the outbreak
Skills-
- Handy with chemicals
- Lobbing objects with precision (i.e. grenades, Molotov cocktails, etc.)
- Electric wiring
- Knowledge of Internet phenomena
Height: 5’ 8”
Weight: 162 lb.
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Skin: Olive Skin Coloration
Body type: Limber and Athletic
Medical Conditions: None
Image:
Over All Description: A fine shirt is what this gentleman wears, along with an equally exceptional trench coat with many singes on it. On his ragged white T-shirt is portrayed a hard to distinguish image of a Troll Face with the caption in black lettering “Problem?” His trench coat is very much like that worn by Rick Astley, a beige beauty with pockets usually stuffed with odds and ends that most likely can take out the side of a building. Lest we forget, this sir wears pants, but not any pants, Jeans. Yes, jeans may sound plain to the average folk, but rest assured, these jeans are of the reliable sort that not only can withstand many washings, but fires, broken glass, shrapnel, and more. He carries with him a duffel bag, but only because a briefcase was too small. During the winter months, he takes pride in wearing his finely made ushanka; in the warmer months he occasionally wears an Officers cap. His shoes though, those are in no way particularly interesting in any way. Unless you want to count the fact that when placed together they spell out “THE GAME”.
Personality- Fun loving, odd, and talkative. He doesn’t like to feel crowded, rushed, and overworked.
Orientation- Straight
Likes-
- People (living)
- Memes
- Explosions
- Internet (when available)
Dislikes-
- Zombies
- People touching his stuff (especially explosives)
- Cake
Food-
- Pizza
- Pie
Drink-
- Soda
Music-
- Classic Rock
- New Wave
- Chiptune
- Funk
- Electro Swing
Over All- Quirky
Favorite Saying: “Damn… Shit just got real.”
Theme Song: Funk Data – 8 Bit weapon
Other:N/A
Family- Alive, thank you
Crush- None, currently
Offspring- None
Pet(s)- None
Weapons-
- TT-33 Pistol
- Armsel Striker
- HE grenades
- IED’s
-Machete
Training-
- Self-taught explosives making
- Pistol marksmanship
Bad traits
- Talkative
- Disregard for safety
- Forgetful
Good traits
- Talkative
- Loyal
- Amiable
- Ingenious
History: Mauricio Florez grew up in the biggest oven city in the arid Sonora desert, Phoenix. As a child he grew up with a great sense of humor, and naturally this humor grew when their household received the blessing it is now as it was then, the Internet. By the age of 10 he had already disassembled various computers, tinkered with online recipes for X-Ray glasses, and it wasn’t until various years later he was hacking computers, sending viruses for trolling purposes, finding recipes for explosives, and digging up some of the very sought after pr0n.
After much hard work and dedication, he managed to get a full scholarship for studies abroad. His original intentions were either Mother Russia, or Deutschland. But, since fate doesn’t work that way, it spat him upon the island of Fish N’ Chips, crooked teeth, and boring television. Or so it seemed at first. He acquired a part time job at an Internet providing company in Canterbury to help pay for room and board. Occasionally he would visit other parts of Europe via the Channel Tunnel. The island nation had really begun to grow on him, even the stuff that aired on the telly. But, of course, how can we ever forget that life just loves to screw with you?
His first interaction with a zombie from the Outbreak was on the very day he decided to work an all-nighter at the office. It was late mind you, when he shuffled to the door wondering who the hell would bang on the doors at such an ungodly hour. Boy, he was sure in a surprise to find not only a horrid carcass outside the building, but several humanoids feasting on said carcass. For weeks following the event, his trusty Internet and Google machine made sure he was up to date and informed while he just sat inside the building like a depressed potato. But, finally something ticked. It was his mind, that part that says “Do it for teh Lulz!!” That shook him out of his stupor and into a more proactive lifestyle of zombie killing mayhem.
Fast forward a bit and you have a decent gentleman who enjoys a good laugh, a meme reference, and an occasional pun. In his spare time in the security room of his workplace, he learns and experiments with many recipes for explosives and flammables. Every now and then he must venture forth and do some repairs, keeping the Internet, for the most part, running.
After encounters with by-passers Joe and Mike, Mauricio Florez gained a renewed appetite for adventure. His hunger coupled with a want to see home has led him to a transatlantic flight back into the US. Unlucky for him though, his flight ended with a bang. His plane exploded smack dab into the Statue of Liberty, leading him into a loooong sentence of probation by Mozzie, the leader of Empire City. His overseer, parole officer, lookout, etc. being Jeff.
With his probation soon due to be over, Florez is soon to be out and about, let loose in the old US of A.
Nick Names-
Age- 27
DoB- 1987
Gender- Male
Birth Location:Arizona, USA
Current Location: New York
Hobbies-
- Making explosives and other flammable goodies
- Playing with said explosives and goodies
- Trafficking the Interwebz on spare time
- Going over memes from the years before the outbreak
Skills-
- Handy with chemicals
- Lobbing objects with precision (i.e. grenades, Molotov cocktails, etc.)
- Electric wiring
- Knowledge of Internet phenomena
Height: 5’ 8”
Weight: 162 lb.
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Skin: Olive Skin Coloration
Body type: Limber and Athletic
Medical Conditions: None
Image:
Over All Description: A fine shirt is what this gentleman wears, along with an equally exceptional trench coat with many singes on it. On his ragged white T-shirt is portrayed a hard to distinguish image of a Troll Face with the caption in black lettering “Problem?” His trench coat is very much like that worn by Rick Astley, a beige beauty with pockets usually stuffed with odds and ends that most likely can take out the side of a building. Lest we forget, this sir wears pants, but not any pants, Jeans. Yes, jeans may sound plain to the average folk, but rest assured, these jeans are of the reliable sort that not only can withstand many washings, but fires, broken glass, shrapnel, and more. He carries with him a duffel bag, but only because a briefcase was too small. During the winter months, he takes pride in wearing his finely made ushanka; in the warmer months he occasionally wears an Officers cap. His shoes though, those are in no way particularly interesting in any way. Unless you want to count the fact that when placed together they spell out “THE GAME”.
Personality- Fun loving, odd, and talkative. He doesn’t like to feel crowded, rushed, and overworked.
Orientation- Straight
Likes-
- People (living)
- Memes
- Explosions
- Internet (when available)
Dislikes-
- Zombies
- People touching his stuff (especially explosives)
- Cake
Food-
- Pizza
- Pie
Drink-
- Soda
Music-
- Classic Rock
- New Wave
- Chiptune
- Funk
- Electro Swing
Over All- Quirky
Favorite Saying: “Damn… Shit just got real.”
Theme Song: Funk Data – 8 Bit weapon
Other:N/A
Family- Alive, thank you
Crush- None, currently
Offspring- None
Pet(s)- None
Weapons-
- TT-33 Pistol
- Armsel Striker
- HE grenades
- IED’s
-Machete
Training-
- Self-taught explosives making
- Pistol marksmanship
Bad traits
- Talkative
- Disregard for safety
- Forgetful
Good traits
- Talkative
- Loyal
- Amiable
- Ingenious
History: Mauricio Florez grew up in the biggest oven city in the arid Sonora desert, Phoenix. As a child he grew up with a great sense of humor, and naturally this humor grew when their household received the blessing it is now as it was then, the Internet. By the age of 10 he had already disassembled various computers, tinkered with online recipes for X-Ray glasses, and it wasn’t until various years later he was hacking computers, sending viruses for trolling purposes, finding recipes for explosives, and digging up some of the very sought after pr0n.
After much hard work and dedication, he managed to get a full scholarship for studies abroad. His original intentions were either Mother Russia, or Deutschland. But, since fate doesn’t work that way, it spat him upon the island of Fish N’ Chips, crooked teeth, and boring television. Or so it seemed at first. He acquired a part time job at an Internet providing company in Canterbury to help pay for room and board. Occasionally he would visit other parts of Europe via the Channel Tunnel. The island nation had really begun to grow on him, even the stuff that aired on the telly. But, of course, how can we ever forget that life just loves to screw with you?
His first interaction with a zombie from the Outbreak was on the very day he decided to work an all-nighter at the office. It was late mind you, when he shuffled to the door wondering who the hell would bang on the doors at such an ungodly hour. Boy, he was sure in a surprise to find not only a horrid carcass outside the building, but several humanoids feasting on said carcass. For weeks following the event, his trusty Internet and Google machine made sure he was up to date and informed while he just sat inside the building like a depressed potato. But, finally something ticked. It was his mind, that part that says “Do it for teh Lulz!!” That shook him out of his stupor and into a more proactive lifestyle of zombie killing mayhem.
Fast forward a bit and you have a decent gentleman who enjoys a good laugh, a meme reference, and an occasional pun. In his spare time in the security room of his workplace, he learns and experiments with many recipes for explosives and flammables. Every now and then he must venture forth and do some repairs, keeping the Internet, for the most part, running.
After encounters with by-passers Joe and Mike, Mauricio Florez gained a renewed appetite for adventure. His hunger coupled with a want to see home has led him to a transatlantic flight back into the US. Unlucky for him though, his flight ended with a bang. His plane exploded smack dab into the Statue of Liberty, leading him into a loooong sentence of probation by Mozzie, the leader of Empire City. His overseer, parole officer, lookout, etc. being Jeff.
With his probation soon due to be over, Florez is soon to be out and about, let loose in the old US of A.