Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2014 8:21:13 GMT
Tommy Hunko
32 - Survivor
History:
Growing up surrounded by trailer trash extraordinaire siblings, cousins and everything in between, learning his first steps in Louisiana’s bayou’s, this delicious, little piece of Southern fried chicken has more red neck twang than a broken banjo string… which he can coincidentally play.
School was an unnecessary annoyance. Tommy was that kid with the motor mouth, not a mean young’un, but both the worst and the best person to sit next to you all rolled into one. A role/ code of conduct that would follow him right until he dropped out at fifteen.
Then joined again to take his exams.
Which he then failed.
Spectacularly.
This was a boy more at home crowding around a rusty old motor, trusty duct tape in hand, helping the older lads with all the intensity of academic working out a puzzle. Or even chasing along the banks, catching crawfish in jars—maybe gutting them all professional like and eatin’ ‘em to see lil Suzy Brown from up water squeal. Tommy was THAT kid!
As a teen he was on first name basis with the local Law enforcement. He’ll hold his hands up to being a bit feral, but it was never anything malicious and nothing a few short stints in juvie couldn’t iron out!
Having the worst timing, the worst luck and the least brains in the world, Tommy fell ass over tit for his probation officer, naturally! It wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t allowed and therefore glamorous as hell.
A persistent (and slightly mental) lover, he’d turn up outside her window in the dead of night serenading blue grass renditions (because that’s all he could do) of her favourite songs, stole her car and hauled it to the yard to pimp it out—surprise!
… no charges were pressed…
--but, damn, ain’t she a peach when she’s all ballistic!
In a way she ended up lavishing the attention, egging him on. She fancied him, but couldn’t bring herself to love him… I dunno, maybe it was Stockholm syndrome, but eventually a shotgun wedding was in order and Tommy went back to school for her.
Their child, Molly, shook his world. Jesus… she was the most beautiful thing… the only thing that kept him going when the marriage shortly fell apart. Now he dumb, but he ain’t stupid. It took a while but Tommy eventually saw the truth. The missus didn’t consider him more than a friend. Yeah, there were fights… bad ones… and tears, nights spent steamin’ drunk (and he is an ANGRY drunk!) in his brothers trailer whilst the bed was off limits…
But dammit he still loved her and, being a dad now, he stepped up and offered the olive branch of friendship. The next obstacle was her dad… he was a good old boy and would likely disown her over a divorce, so he asked her father for an abroad post in the company he worked for.
Six months and one brutal CDC (Centre for Disease Control) crash course later he was flown out as a control operative (a flunky for sticky situations, but mostly just a tea girl and the sucker to give people shots for nine hours straight.
Meanwhile Kitty and her mother move to Georgia (as far away as they could afford)to start a new life… only bothering to tell him a few weeks AFTER. Looots of unpleasant phone calls…
On the next flight he was out of there (they made THAT hard work! Something or another about infection control, rogue outbreak in America… that just meant he could find work at home, right?) and back where he was needed.
The rest is, as you say, history.
Nowadays he travels alone, still wearing his uniform, still fighting the good fight, gas mask/ body armour combo in stark contrast with the cutie-pie Hello Kitty backpack hanged on his pack.
Nails. GMT. 19.
32 - Survivor
Personality:
• Cocky, energetic and loud
- Growing up as sixth of nine siblings you HAD to be loud to be heard. Tommy took the crown as the class clown and couldn’t pass a chance to show off, both in and out of class and although he may have matured (a slim slither of a smidgeon) since, he still carries himself with staggering confidence and is a sucker for a bit of attention.
• Thick as two short planks
- Boy’s head ain’t firing on all cylinders if you get what I mean. Tommy has no education outside of CDC soldier exams, his handwriting still looks like a dyslexic spider with three broken legs has just dragged itself across the page and takes a team of trained specialists to decipher. The kind of guy that would sincerely ask if an egg was a fruit or a vegetable.
… probably very easy to trick, manipulate or confuse.
• Adrenaline junky
- LOVES a good shock to the system, the feel of his pulse, like raw gasoline piped through his veins! Tommy comes alive, bright eyed and fluffy tailed, after near death experiences!
But he can get by just jack-assing about with the lads.
• Anti-Midas touch
- Everything he touches turns to shit. First his exams, then, when the idiots put him in charge of contamination control THIS happens…
• Honourable/ gent of his word. Old style morality.
- When Tommy says something seriously, he means it. The man will put his own life on the line without a heartbeats second of hesitation to stay true. He believes in helping thy neighbour, honesty, family and MMM!-gooood, oold school romance, sir!
• Playful, open and good natured
- Like a big kid, Tommy loves a game, a gamble or banter and he’s pretty free with who he shares time with. He takes people at face value, a man is what he says he is and he firmly believes in playing the kind stranger. People NEED to rely on one another in times like these and he feels he owes everyone trapped in this hell hole for his failure as a CDC agent.
• A bit brave, but mostly stupid
- Boy don’t think before he throws himself in situations. Unless training kicks in, he’ll wing it. Nough said.
• A mediator
- Growing up between crowded sets of trailers means Tommy has seen the lions share of scraps and he’s pretty good at stepping in the middle and talking/ joking sense between folks. But, having said that, he firmly believes the best way to settle ANYTHING is with one good fight and a drink after.
• Infuriatingly lazy
- Always was, always will be. He CAN graft, but Tommy has a tendency to shirk hard work where he can.
• Cocky, energetic and loud
- Growing up as sixth of nine siblings you HAD to be loud to be heard. Tommy took the crown as the class clown and couldn’t pass a chance to show off, both in and out of class and although he may have matured (a slim slither of a smidgeon) since, he still carries himself with staggering confidence and is a sucker for a bit of attention.
• Thick as two short planks
- Boy’s head ain’t firing on all cylinders if you get what I mean. Tommy has no education outside of CDC soldier exams, his handwriting still looks like a dyslexic spider with three broken legs has just dragged itself across the page and takes a team of trained specialists to decipher. The kind of guy that would sincerely ask if an egg was a fruit or a vegetable.
… probably very easy to trick, manipulate or confuse.
• Adrenaline junky
- LOVES a good shock to the system, the feel of his pulse, like raw gasoline piped through his veins! Tommy comes alive, bright eyed and fluffy tailed, after near death experiences!
But he can get by just jack-assing about with the lads.
• Anti-Midas touch
- Everything he touches turns to shit. First his exams, then, when the idiots put him in charge of contamination control THIS happens…
• Honourable/ gent of his word. Old style morality.
- When Tommy says something seriously, he means it. The man will put his own life on the line without a heartbeats second of hesitation to stay true. He believes in helping thy neighbour, honesty, family and MMM!-gooood, oold school romance, sir!
• Playful, open and good natured
- Like a big kid, Tommy loves a game, a gamble or banter and he’s pretty free with who he shares time with. He takes people at face value, a man is what he says he is and he firmly believes in playing the kind stranger. People NEED to rely on one another in times like these and he feels he owes everyone trapped in this hell hole for his failure as a CDC agent.
• A bit brave, but mostly stupid
- Boy don’t think before he throws himself in situations. Unless training kicks in, he’ll wing it. Nough said.
• A mediator
- Growing up between crowded sets of trailers means Tommy has seen the lions share of scraps and he’s pretty good at stepping in the middle and talking/ joking sense between folks. But, having said that, he firmly believes the best way to settle ANYTHING is with one good fight and a drink after.
• Infuriatingly lazy
- Always was, always will be. He CAN graft, but Tommy has a tendency to shirk hard work where he can.
History:
Growing up surrounded by trailer trash extraordinaire siblings, cousins and everything in between, learning his first steps in Louisiana’s bayou’s, this delicious, little piece of Southern fried chicken has more red neck twang than a broken banjo string… which he can coincidentally play.
School was an unnecessary annoyance. Tommy was that kid with the motor mouth, not a mean young’un, but both the worst and the best person to sit next to you all rolled into one. A role/ code of conduct that would follow him right until he dropped out at fifteen.
Then joined again to take his exams.
Which he then failed.
Spectacularly.
This was a boy more at home crowding around a rusty old motor, trusty duct tape in hand, helping the older lads with all the intensity of academic working out a puzzle. Or even chasing along the banks, catching crawfish in jars—maybe gutting them all professional like and eatin’ ‘em to see lil Suzy Brown from up water squeal. Tommy was THAT kid!
As a teen he was on first name basis with the local Law enforcement. He’ll hold his hands up to being a bit feral, but it was never anything malicious and nothing a few short stints in juvie couldn’t iron out!
Having the worst timing, the worst luck and the least brains in the world, Tommy fell ass over tit for his probation officer, naturally! It wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t allowed and therefore glamorous as hell.
A persistent (and slightly mental) lover, he’d turn up outside her window in the dead of night serenading blue grass renditions (because that’s all he could do) of her favourite songs, stole her car and hauled it to the yard to pimp it out—surprise!
… no charges were pressed…
--but, damn, ain’t she a peach when she’s all ballistic!
In a way she ended up lavishing the attention, egging him on. She fancied him, but couldn’t bring herself to love him… I dunno, maybe it was Stockholm syndrome, but eventually a shotgun wedding was in order and Tommy went back to school for her.
Their child, Molly, shook his world. Jesus… she was the most beautiful thing… the only thing that kept him going when the marriage shortly fell apart. Now he dumb, but he ain’t stupid. It took a while but Tommy eventually saw the truth. The missus didn’t consider him more than a friend. Yeah, there were fights… bad ones… and tears, nights spent steamin’ drunk (and he is an ANGRY drunk!) in his brothers trailer whilst the bed was off limits…
But dammit he still loved her and, being a dad now, he stepped up and offered the olive branch of friendship. The next obstacle was her dad… he was a good old boy and would likely disown her over a divorce, so he asked her father for an abroad post in the company he worked for.
Six months and one brutal CDC (Centre for Disease Control) crash course later he was flown out as a control operative (a flunky for sticky situations, but mostly just a tea girl and the sucker to give people shots for nine hours straight.
Meanwhile Kitty and her mother move to Georgia (as far away as they could afford)to start a new life… only bothering to tell him a few weeks AFTER. Looots of unpleasant phone calls…
On the next flight he was out of there (they made THAT hard work! Something or another about infection control, rogue outbreak in America… that just meant he could find work at home, right?) and back where he was needed.
The rest is, as you say, history.
Nowadays he travels alone, still wearing his uniform, still fighting the good fight, gas mask/ body armour combo in stark contrast with the cutie-pie Hello Kitty backpack hanged on his pack.
Canon: Nada
Nails. GMT. 19.
