Post by ancel on Sept 21, 2009 19:54:09 GMT -5
i get all numb
--------------& it's ancel james harding to you.
----------------------------- (Some think it'd be great to be Immune. Dear god... it's great now, since I don't have to be so careful. But everyone I once knew is dead, and with the few stragglers... well, it's kill or be killed. And obviously I'm not dead.)
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gender; Male
age; 21
orientation; Straightwhen she sings it's over
build; extremely athletic
height; 6'9"
weight; 195
hair; short and dark brown
eye; light green
overall; Ancel is built very strong, having been on the football team in high school, and on his way to getting a college scholarship for the same. At least, that was the case before the outbreak of the virus... After that, he began working out even more, keeping his body strong enough to fight against the virus, and so he's extremely fit. He's rather handsome, with a slight rugged look developed from shaving only rarely since the outbreak, and he possesses the rare trait of a perfect smile.such a strange numb
personality; After the outbreak happened, all of his previous personality was erased. He had been an over-confident jock, though he was very caring and nice. After the outbreak, he grew to have a more bleak outlook on life. Everyone he knew, everything he held dear, died before his eyes, and he was helpless. Now he has nothing to lose, so he does what he can to survive in his bleak, lonely world. On the rare occasion, he comes across a straggler. If he's bored, he might either kill them outright or torture them with some sort of game, or some story, before killing them. Rarely, he might even let them live, but Ancel is, in a sentence, a cold, hard sadist, apathetic to the human condition.
strengths;
• Athleticism
• Good at handling weapons
• Survival skills (& immunity to the virus)
• Intelligenceweaknesses;
• Acting on impulse
• Poor social skills
• Mild insanity
• No empathylikes;
• Killing things
• Food
• Violence
• The days before the virusdislikes;
• Stragglers
• The virus
• Being bored
• Trust
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inventory; Main: a sniper rifle with a makeshift blade welded onto it (he's nicknamed it Kameo and talks to it sometimes). Second: a machete. Items: Flashlight, Swiss army knife, Necklace with teeth from dead relatives, Smiley-face button, Reliable watch.[/blockquote]
and it brings my knees to the earth
family;[/size]father; Nevitt Harding (virus)
mother; Cecelia Harding (virus)
siblings; Felonia (11), Andrew (15), and Grisham Harding (23) (virus, virus, virus)
spouse; {Girlfriend} Maria Hewitt (20) (suicide)
children; None
other; Several, all killed by the virs
birth place; Leeds
history; Ancel was his parents second child. He had a beautiful, fit girlfriend, and was on the football team, looking at going to college as a student athlete. His older brother, Grisham, was basically a scholar, and very bookish he died at 23, soon after the outbreak. His parents were distraught, and then they died almost at the same time, leaving Ancel and his girlfriend, Maria, to take care of his siblings. Her parents had also died, but she was an only child. His younger brother was 15 when he died, near the middle of the outbreak. He was very talented. Ancel was left only with his 11-year-old sister and girlfriend. She was very sick, but lasted a bit longer than most. She finally died one day. Ancel was destroyed, and relied on his girlfriend for emotional support.
Ancel realized he was immune to the virus, and began doing more and more things in situations where others could not, and Maria could not. She began to notice symptoms of the virus in herself. One day, he came home to find her sitting slumped over, bloodied and naked, with a gun in her right hand, and a huge bloodstain on the abandoned apartment wall. A note was left on her left breast, informing Ancel that she couldn't stand to die from the virus, so cut her own life short. He cried himself to sleep that night, and briefly considered doing the same. But he realized that he could make a difference.
Over the next year, Ancel began training with several weapons of his choice, having lost all hope in the world. He began to go insane. It was a slow, but sure process. He moved out of his apartment, and now travels around, attempting do annihilate the virus by killing all its carriers. He also uses his own brand of justice when he sees a raider, killing anyone he sees doing illegal acts. He does what he needs to survive. Eventually, he hopes to find other immune people, and raise a society of people after the virus has stopped spreading. He plans on becoming its iron-fisted leader.and god bless you all
alias; Ancel
age; Old enough
experience; Tonnes
sample; Ancel woke up to a sound from far away. He flinched before jolting up immediately, bringing his sword-like gun to his side, holding it in a defensive positing. He spun around, searching for any signs of danger. Really, it was quite easy to go from swinging it like a blade back to shooting it like the sniper rifle it was. He smiled. So the danger wasn't too near. He slung Kameo across his back again, and grabbed the machete out from his side. He held it in a ready position, and took off running in the direction he heard the noise coming from.
Ancel jumped over a ledge, flying with his machete hand in the air and the other launching him off the stone. He opened his eyes to see that the ledge was actually a twenty foot drop off. He noted that he would smack himself later for not seeing the stairs five feet to his left. He looked down to see a group of stragglers standing ten feet beneath him. They hadn't quite spotted him yet, as they were talking to eachother. He was glad they were there to cushion his fall.
He landed his foot on one straggler's face as he looked at the others. He felt a pop beneath his feet, and smiled. One down. He kicked the other into the wall with his bloody boot, and decapitated the other with the machete. "Yer makin' it too easy," Ancel smiled at the one living man, out of breath and standing against the wall. He cleaned the blood off his machete, putting it back in its holster on his side. "But, sir, I swear we weren't doing anyth--" and the straggler's sentence was cut short as Kameo stabbed through his ribcage. "Yeah.. 'swhat I thought," Ancel said as he wiped the blood spatter off his face. He turned around to greet the new day. He noted the stolen items stacked in crates near where the first man he killed had been standing. "My, it looks like a beautiful morning," he said drily, as he walked calmly away from the scene, his boots leaving bloody prints along the way.
for the song you sang, saved us
