Post by ROBERT ASHKORE on Feb 19, 2014 19:31:25 GMT
Considering the chaos that has befallen the world, Robert lived a rather normal lifestyle for a kid, constantly scavenging around, looking for items that would boost survival chances for him and his loved ones. The death of his mother always played a role in his angry outbursts, always getting in trouble with other survivor groups, and always trying too hard to fit in the "normal" crowd. His father was the closest friend he had. The man was a disabled war vet and was always there for him when things went south, whether it be trouble with relationships, a poor sense of direction, giving instruction for his survival and close combat skills, or just someone to talk about life with. No matter how rough life got, it seemed things weren’t as bad as they could be as long as Robert had his dad to bear his troubles with.
However, when the start of another attack began, his world fell apart. They heard screaming and shouting, windows shattering, blood curdling cries, and gun shots. Robert's father grabbed his 30-40 and handed him the key to his gun cabinet where his glock 17 , 3 clips, and 2 boxes of ammunition sat, giving him strict orders to "Stay in the house and keep the door locked at all times until I make my way back here. Under NO circumstances are you to leave. Promise me this." Robert stared at his father for a long while with tears welling in his eyes "But dad can’t I ju--" His father backhanded him, and shouted once more "Promise me!!!" Robert grabbed the side of his head and shouted back at him angrily "I promise, god damn it!!!!" and locked the door behind him. He grabbed the glock from the cabinet and sat in the corner, terrified for his dad, hoping he would return safely from what he thought was a rather bad riot. In his heart though, he knew that it had to be the start of another war on his kind.
Several hours went by with nothing happening. He clutched the pistol in his hand tighter, wondering why his house was left untouched throughout the whole dilemma. He cursed under his breath lightly, jumping nearly out of his skin when he heard a scraping and then a thud against the door. Excited that it might be his dad, he ran to the door and looked out the peek hole. He saw no one. Not wanting to disobey his father, he started to back away, but he thought that he hadn't heard a scream in quite some time made him stop. Maybe it was over? If he just took a look outside, he could determine if it was safe or not, he thought to himself. Easing his way to the door and gently unlocking it, he turned the handle ever so slowly. The door was pushed open by some unknown force. A body, clothes torn apart, hair ripped out in sections, bite marks on the neck, shoulder, and ribs, and covered in blood, fell to the floor. Robert dragged the body inside as gently as he could and locked the door behind him. When he turned the body over he let out a cry and hugged body tightly "No no no! Dad you can't die! You can't die! You’re the only one who's ever believed in me, you can't leave me now!" His father, unable to speak, looked at him for the final time before falling limp and lifeless. Robert wrapped the body in bed sheets and cried for about two days, living on what supplies they had prior to the incident, until finally loud thuds could be heard against the door. Alarmed, Robert sprang up and pointed the gun in the direction of the noise, tears still streaming down his cheeks, "This is for dad you bastard....Come on....Come on!!!" He didn't care who or what was coming through, he would shot them on the spot. When the door finally collapsed, a being covered in matted fur came rushing in. Blood was dripping off its chin and fingers. The being looked neither human or monster, but rather a mix. The fur that was covering its body was akin to that of a wolf. Its head was that of a wolf, with the rest of its body being humanoid, but a bit taller and muscular. Having next to no time to react, Robert closed his eyes and fired the gun several times. The first 2 missed completely but the third found its mark, burrowing into the creature's chest, causing it to momentarily stop in its tracks. Robert continued to fire, taking all of his frustration out on the beast, his fourth and fifth shots went into the right shoulder of the lycan, causing a blood to splatter across the wall and fridge. His last shot was able to hit the animal's forehead, causing the beast to howl in pain and run out into the street.
Robert dropped his gun and looked at doorway, in shock of what he had done. "Dad was right…War is coming again but…Why?…Why didn’t it die!?" He shifted his gaze down to the sheets that covered his father and gritted his teeth. Why couldn't he have just died and been with his father? He began to cry once more and uncovered the face of his father. Reaching down, he picked up his gun again and pointed it at his father's head. Images of his father flashed through his mind as he prepared to pull the trigger, images of his father encouraging him to push on. "I'm so sorry dad...Thank you for everything...I won’t let you become one of those beasts! I will never give up this I swear to you!" He pulled the trigger, brain matter flying onto the floor. Robert wiped his tears away and began packing, wanting to find somewhere safer to live, considering his house was now door-less. He packed clothes and what little food he had into a standard school backpack and his father’s duffel bag from when the man was in the service with the navy.
Robert hopped in his dads SUV, threw his things in the back, and grabbed the keys from the glove compartment, trying to ignore the destruction and number of lifeless bodies in the distance. He started the car and proceeded down a back road out of town, wanting to avoid any hostility.He o turned on the radio trying to get any information he could, but he found nothing but static. "It's okay I have food, clothes, and a vehicle I'll be alr-" He stopped himself and cursed when he saw the gas gauge had about 1/4 of a tank left. "That's maybe enough to get me away from this chaos and possibly to a gas station..."
When he arrived at the next town, he saw that this outbreak was bigger than just a riot. Everything was in chaos, cars abandoned in the middle of the street, bodies on the ground, and no living thing seemed to be around. A sense of fear and dread swept over him. He reached down and gripped his glock in his right hand, and parked behind a gas station. Grabbing a gas can from the back, hoping to fill a container of gas and get the hell out of here, he began to make his way around front. Suddenly, he was disarmed and grabbed by the mouth and waist. With very little effort, he was wrestled to the ground and pinned, a knee in his throat. When he got his bearings and looked up, he saw an older man, roughly in his 30's with a finger to his mouth as if to tell him to be quiet. "Shh.. it’s not safe here, the crazies are only a few blocks down I'm surprised they didn't hear your car roll up. Do you have a death wish coming to this town?" The man asked as he slowly lifted his hand from his mouth and helped him up. Robert rubbed his throat where the man had placed his knee and began to tell him what had happened. The man shook his head and handed his glock back to him after unloading it. "It's a tough world out here kid, I am sorry about your luck but uh...It's dog eat dog out here....And I am not going to die out here.." He then threw Robert's things on the ground outside the vehicle before hopping in and shouting "Head to Phili.. If you want to live, kid!" With that, he peeled off, leaving Robert to curse at his dust. The young man grabbed his bags and hustled threw the streets to get away from the danger that was most likely heading to where he had been.
Almost out of breath, he stopped in an alley behind a dumpster. While he was reloading his glock, and groaning about the weight of his things, his mind went back to the last words that man had shouted "Phili huh....that must be where he is headed...It's a chance and its risky but.....What other options do I really have...?" he asked himself out loud. "If anything, I might run into him again...And when I do...." he clenched the glock tightly and stood back up.
This was the beginning to his rather long and grueling venture to Philadelphia. The countless survivors he had met along the way were talking about a safe zone in Philadelphia called Salvus, but no one know where it was located. Unfortunately, Robert was too used to his lifestyle to go chasing after some sort of safe haven. He kept scavenging to survive, looking for other survivors who were in his same predicament, and searching for that asshole that left him stranded to die. Fortunately, up to this point, he has avoided most serious Vampires and Lycans, mainly dealing with ferals who can’t think straight and just rush in. And the one problem that seems to keep following him around and stabbing him in the back is human greed.
4 years of scavenging, running, hiding, and sheer dumb luck later, he has found himself in Philadelphia. The information the man had given him had little to do with surviving and more with an uprising..
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Robert is your average height and weight for a 22 year old male 5'10 and 155 pounds, his hair is a light brown on the shorter side for length. His eyes are a mixture of Brown, Yellow, and green. He has a tattoo on his left forearm of his last name and a scar on his lower left side on his back from a bullet. Robert has a medium athletic build from his constant moving around never resting in one place for to long.
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Robert puts on quite the front, he acts as though this dilemma of a war has not affected him in the least bit. Not only does he try his hardest put on a tough guy act for others around him, he puts it on for himself, because there is no escaping what he really feels..True fear. Robert knows that being cautious will ultimately be the best thing he can do to survive in this day and age. He finds it difficult to put up a barrier around other humans, often being to trusting. He has a undefinable sense of honor and leadership, which could place him in immediate danger in most cases if he believes someone is in trouble. He will rush in, regardless of if it could be a coy or trap, to save someone who is in trouble.
He tries to keep a light mood, but in the years he has spent scrounging, fighting, and surviving, he finds it difficult at times to keep this lightheartedness and sometimes can't control his anger at some situations. This leads him to lashing out at others, putting down others, or putting down himself. He is working on his outbursts though.
All Robert wants is for humanity to survive, and if possible, him along with it.
