Origin/Name:: Seattle, Washington
Destination:: The Sons of Liberty
Physical Description::Seattle- Jacket closed, with a plain shirt underneath of course. Black fingerless gloves, and a pair of reflective aviators. Leather looks more worn, less new.
Most Treasured Possession- Seattle's electric guitar -a Fender Hardtail- is fully customed with a whammy bar, a black neck with silver position markers, and a cats-eye finished pick-guard [The white plate].
Survivor Class:: Zombie Digger
Age:: 25
Height:: 5'11"
Weight:: 180
Skin Color:: Tanned
Hair Color:: Very light brown with streaks of red dye
Eye Color:: Green
Nationality:: 50% Irish 50% Native American[Potawatomi]
Language(s):: English
Religion:: Religious, very Anti-christian
Previous Profession:: Seattle has experience as a bouncer and a bartender from working nights at a friends club during his freshman year. (In case you're wondering how he could afford such a nice guitar if he's a vagrant when we meet him. When his father died, the life insurance was very generous. As he had lived in a condition close to the edge of death for so long the insurance company bled them dry of as much money as they could. Untouched until Seattle turned 18 th already substantial compensation had grown an additional few thousand. He spent a hefty chunk on his customized fender. The rest took care of his college fees while his gigs provided extra pocket money.) After college, and his bands separation, his friends club was shut down. It was then that things looked bleak and Seattle settled for playing on street corners and in parks, anywhere he could play without getting arrested. As we meet him at the airport he's been wandering through life in a haze of alcohol for a month or two now.
Stats
Strength:: 13
Constitution:: 12
Dexterity:: 13
Intelligence:: 10+3 (Class bonus) = 13
Wisdom:: 9
Charisma:: 11
Skill Ranks
Acrobatics::2
Athletics::2
Bluff::0
Diplomacy::1
Endurance::2
Insight::1
Knowledge-
-[Music/Guitar]: 5 +3 (profession bonus) = 8
-[Nature]: 1
Perception::1
Pilot::1
Stealth::2
Streetwise::1 +3 (profession bonus) = 4
Thievery::2
Special Power:: Sound manipulation. Primarily the ability to amplify the decibels, bass, treble, overdrive, intensity, and volume. Partnering this is the skill to direct a soundwave to travel in a condensed location rather than a 360 degree blast. Meaning if he stands between a hoard of Zombies with his back to his friends, he can pump his powers to their max without fear of harming his friends eardrums when he strums the next chord. At the moment Seattle only has the potential to burst eardrums, but in time as he develops his abilities and figures his limits, blood vessels, veins, eye's, brains, all it will take is a concentrated ray of sound to burst blood pressure, and completely cripple his enemies without laying a hand on them. Of course, the stronger the ability the longer and harder it is to master it.
Brief Bio::Seattle has lived a life of bad luck. With both parents dead by the age of sixteen, the debts of college, the worst luck whenever whatever band he was in would play a live something would always happen to ******** things up and turn the crowd against him. Last show his bassist had fallen flat on his face from tripping over his own patch-chord.
Of all the gigs Seattle played in various clubs, marquees, and parties he was always left with barely enough cash to keep him afloat. After college, he realized that having a sheet of paper that said you went here or there for this long or that long meant jack-s**t when it came to finding a job. Even with a college degree, nobody would hire without prior experience and the only way to get prior experience is to get a job. Seattle was trapped in a paradox he could not escape. If his musical talents weren't making it in his hometown, one of the music capitol's of the world, perhaps it's time to find a new audience. After a week of drunken contemplation he made his decision; Seattle was just not right for Seattle. He'd try his luck on the east coast, and after a few hours of playing Hendrix songs near the Jimi statue, open guitar case at his feet, he had enough cash to board the first plane. Destination-J.F.K. airport.
What he doesn't know yet, the skills he figured would lead him on the road to success and fame would one day save his life from hordes of the undead who in another reality may have once been fans. Given the road ahead of him he had a tremendous amount of progress to make before he would achieve his goal of subliminally addicting the world to his music, given of course he doesn't perish to the greater disease first.
Lucky Rule:: Rule #4 biggrin ouble Tap.
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