Character Name: Alex
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:
Alliance: ---
Personality (one paragraph minimum): Alex will come off as cold and calculating, a slight asshole or a douchebag. He seems as if he doesn't care about anyone or anything other than himself, and to an extent, he does. He cares, but it comes very rare to him and remains only to family or friends, which he has neither of at the moment. When he does care, however, his loyalty is strong and unwavering in even the darkest moments. He cracks jokes, doesn't seem to take anything seriously, and always has some form of a smirk on his face.
Inventory (Weapons, Equipment, Etc): Alex doesn't really have any particular weapon on him, however he does manage to use items around him very well. If there was at least one constant weapon that Alex used or preferred to carry, it would be either a grenade or bomb-like item or something to do with flame.
Combat Level (Average of magic level and physical strength. If you don't know what to do here, don't fill it out and the staff will help you.):- Magic Level: 2
- Physical Strength: 4
Character's History (Minimum 3 Paragraphs):Alex was born, what he thinks, roughly in the year 1992. He managed to get to the age of 19 before he became part of a social experiment. Alex had been poked and prodded, his genes had been altered, and he was put under the needle more times than he would like to remember. His memories of what happened next are muddled, something he thinks has to do with them altering something in his head right before they put him in a cryo tank and had him frozen. Alex isn't sure why or what the purpose of him being frozen, of all people, was. Alex isn't even sure what he was meant to do when he became unfrozen, as the world had changed. In theory, Alex thinks that the doctors who had him frozen were under the impression that the world would not change as drastically as it did. The only thing left from the world and lifetime Alex had left behind are little articles and person possessions that he had been frozen with, like his iPod, cell phone (which doesn't work), laptop, a few pictures, and only scant memories.
Upon waking up, Alex found himself in a slightly destroyed, post-apocalyptic like scene. He wasn't sure what to do with himself at first so he remained in this room for quite some time, fighting off the hunger for fear of what was on the outside. That, and the pure shock that he was no longer living the life he had in America but living the life he thought would remain in sci-fi movies. After giving it more than just a first thought, Alex decided to wander out past the broken door frames of the run down building he was in, leaving behind the remnant of the 2000's, the broken glass to the other cryo tanks, and became part of the present day world.
Since leaving the room Alex has run into trouble although he has creatively avoided it if possible and went about his day again. Alex isn't one for fighting and arguing and hates the fact that it happens so often in a world like this, seeing as it's annoying and inconvenient and tends to be counter-productive. Every now and then Alex would be forced to shove and pick on those deemed weaker than him but he doesn't enjoy it.
RP Sample (Depending On Combat Level):
"Oh, shit." Alex mumbled to himself as he ducked behind a over turned table and peered between the slats of wood. He wasn't sure what was coming towards him in the dark but he wasn't enjoying it at all. It was getting dark and cold and Alex still wasn't used to a life like this, especially without any form of a house to return to late in the night like he did before. This world was entirely different than what Alex really knew of, especially considering the hover crafts and space ships that littered the planet he was on; there had been a few thoughts and moments where Alex thought about jumping on one that was being filled with items but he found himself chickening out at the last minute and remaining on the planet he was on now. Which was shit.
Sucking in his breath Alex's green eyes looked through the cracks again and squinted, peering into the dark to try and figure out what the hell was going on in that dark, especially past that disgusting smelling dumpster. Was it a human, like him? Or a complete fucking monster? Or maybe an animal? He wasn't sure and wasn't too ready in case it ended up being something bigger than him. Digging into his pockets, Alex pulled out a hand grenade he pilfered off of a stock pallet and ran his thumb along the pin. He hadn't seen one of these up close and was surprised they still managed to last this long, with all the high tech glory the new age presented.
"Okay." Alex mentally supported and chanted to himself before he bolted from behind the table, his hand over his head, his thumb in the small circle of the pin. He was ready!
And then...
"What." Alex paused in mid stride, his food up in mid-step and his hand still in the air as he looked down at the creature that was putting so much fear in him.
A dog.
A
dog. Of all things that could be, it was a
dog of all things. "Are you kidding me?"
