Post by Dave Rowlins on Nov 20, 2010 21:15:17 GMT -5
Name: Dave Rowlins
Name Meaning: None, he’s just Dave for the sake of being Dave.
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Town: Savannah, Georgia
Former Occupation: Auto mechanic
Height: 5’11”
Ethnicity/Skin Tone: White, but tan.
Hair: Dirty blonde in color (not factoring in apocalypse-dirt, which makes him more of a brunette), his hair is just barely long enough to poke out from under his cap and show a few loose, wavy curls.
Eyes: Mostly brown with a twinge of swampy green.
Clothing Choice: Dave goes nowhere without his green truck-cap, and Illinois is no exception. Aside from that, he wears loose (but not baggy) jeans and his lucky blue Jimmy Gibbs Junior shirt. He wears a zippered hoodie to counter the Midwest chill, and thick-soled work boots for durability.
Personality: Dave is the brightest crayon in the “Keith-Ellis-Dave” crayon box. He’s the one who looks before he leaps, then leaps anyway as long as the fall isn’t going to kill him. He shares a love of adventure with his buddies, but he’s less likely to run headlong into anything. Dave thinks things through first to minimize his injury. Nevertheless, he loves excitement as much as the next guy, and loves a good challenge.
Strengths: Dave spent enough time in school to qualify for sports, so he’s though enough to hold a shotgun and take the recoil without being knocked off his feet. He’s also a likeable guy, ready to go back to help friends, and he passed his health class (which helps for first aid).
Faults: Dave doesn’t trust his gut instincts as much as Keith and Ellis do, so he’s a bit slower on reaction and aim. He’s also got a preference for the roundabout way of doing things, preferring excitement over efficiency.
Sample Post:
“Thanks, Ted!” Dave yelled, hoping to be heard over the roar of the helicopter. Ted (from Chicago) waved from the pilot’s seat before maneuvering the ‘copter off the roof and back into the distance. Dave grinned. That man was amazing; he wouldn’t be surprised if Ted would drop back by in a week, having cleared an entire state of zombies with his bare hands.
“Alright,” he said, talking to himself as the whirr of the helicopter blades faded into the distance and left him with a chilling silence. “Ellis is somewhere in the south, Ted’s gone to Pennsylvania, and Keith is anywhere between Michigan and Mexico.” He reached back into his backpack for his map-book, flipping until he found his own location, which he marked with a black dot.
He’d decided that, with his own safety ensured, he ought to find Keith first. Ellis wasn’t a genius, but he had at least stayed back home, so he’d be easier to track down once the world calmed down. Keith, on the other hand, had been hitching a ride to Kentucky. The sooner he could find Keith and end that path of destruction, the better.
And also, Dave thought, grinning, he’d always wanted to go north. “Damn,” he said, enjoying the echo of his voice, “I hope it snows.”
Notes: Dave’s not expecting to find Ellis in the Midwest, but he’s hoping to track Keith down. He has a lifelong dream to be a racecar driver, so his behind-the-wheel skills tend to include drifting, 180 degree turns, and flat-out flooring it. (He doesn’t believe in driving speeds under ten miles per hour.)
Name Meaning: None, he’s just Dave for the sake of being Dave.
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Town: Savannah, Georgia
Former Occupation: Auto mechanic
Height: 5’11”
Ethnicity/Skin Tone: White, but tan.
Hair: Dirty blonde in color (not factoring in apocalypse-dirt, which makes him more of a brunette), his hair is just barely long enough to poke out from under his cap and show a few loose, wavy curls.
Eyes: Mostly brown with a twinge of swampy green.
Clothing Choice: Dave goes nowhere without his green truck-cap, and Illinois is no exception. Aside from that, he wears loose (but not baggy) jeans and his lucky blue Jimmy Gibbs Junior shirt. He wears a zippered hoodie to counter the Midwest chill, and thick-soled work boots for durability.
Personality: Dave is the brightest crayon in the “Keith-Ellis-Dave” crayon box. He’s the one who looks before he leaps, then leaps anyway as long as the fall isn’t going to kill him. He shares a love of adventure with his buddies, but he’s less likely to run headlong into anything. Dave thinks things through first to minimize his injury. Nevertheless, he loves excitement as much as the next guy, and loves a good challenge.
Strengths: Dave spent enough time in school to qualify for sports, so he’s though enough to hold a shotgun and take the recoil without being knocked off his feet. He’s also a likeable guy, ready to go back to help friends, and he passed his health class (which helps for first aid).
Faults: Dave doesn’t trust his gut instincts as much as Keith and Ellis do, so he’s a bit slower on reaction and aim. He’s also got a preference for the roundabout way of doing things, preferring excitement over efficiency.
Sample Post:
“Thanks, Ted!” Dave yelled, hoping to be heard over the roar of the helicopter. Ted (from Chicago) waved from the pilot’s seat before maneuvering the ‘copter off the roof and back into the distance. Dave grinned. That man was amazing; he wouldn’t be surprised if Ted would drop back by in a week, having cleared an entire state of zombies with his bare hands.
“Alright,” he said, talking to himself as the whirr of the helicopter blades faded into the distance and left him with a chilling silence. “Ellis is somewhere in the south, Ted’s gone to Pennsylvania, and Keith is anywhere between Michigan and Mexico.” He reached back into his backpack for his map-book, flipping until he found his own location, which he marked with a black dot.
He’d decided that, with his own safety ensured, he ought to find Keith first. Ellis wasn’t a genius, but he had at least stayed back home, so he’d be easier to track down once the world calmed down. Keith, on the other hand, had been hitching a ride to Kentucky. The sooner he could find Keith and end that path of destruction, the better.
And also, Dave thought, grinning, he’d always wanted to go north. “Damn,” he said, enjoying the echo of his voice, “I hope it snows.”
Notes: Dave’s not expecting to find Ellis in the Midwest, but he’s hoping to track Keith down. He has a lifelong dream to be a racecar driver, so his behind-the-wheel skills tend to include drifting, 180 degree turns, and flat-out flooring it. (He doesn’t believe in driving speeds under ten miles per hour.)