Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2014 22:35:01 GMT
Marlowe (Darling) Saltfisher
21 - Survivor
History:
Asides what tid bits I’ve given away in the personality section, I don’t particularly want to divulge the kids past (although I DO have it planned and speed jotted if necessary!), more let it unfold naturally throughout the story!
But I’ll give you his most recent movements and things leading to current events…
Darling is Irish. He grew up in Dublin, lives in Dublin and scarcely leaves Dublin. However a lucky flush at the horses brought him, his Ma and his sister to Georgia for their first (and probably last) holiday in ten years.
The air ports “temporarily” [see; bullcrap] closed before they could go home and he can now be found wandering, ducking through streets, hunkering in cupboards for sleep and picking the last scraps of gear from the teeth of the dying city with no sister of Ma to be found.
Nails. GMT. 19.
21 - Survivor
Personality:
• Wannabe wild and rebellious, hell, maybe a touch crazy.
- Even before the decayed-shit hit the morgue-fan Darling wanted to watch the world burn. Coming from poor, downtrodden roots he wanted to see the whole infrastructure torn apart street justice style, he wanted to witness politicians dragged from their beds and shot in the streets (or at least put in the Big Brother house and subjected to viewer tweets after… he’d o’ settled for that!), he wanted to see parliament bombed, banks raided and jail birds set free… even took steps to make it happen!
See, thing is with peaceful protest, it relies on the bigger party having an active conscience and he wasn’t about to wait until the end times for that to happen!
‘Course, he didn’t know it was coming all that soon and now he’s learned ya gotta be careful whatchya wish fer…
Nowadays, a little mentally worse for wear, he uses the apocalypse as an excuse to do all the frivolous shite he wanted to do before, only without the hindrance of social norms; Roller-skate through malls, paint his nails, flip crucifixes in churches, learn to bowl, dye his hair, wear socks AND sandals, start fires, sleep in five star hotels, take up Mexican show wrestling (glittery gold spandex and all!), join a one man band, race snails and basically carry on as he’s always wanted to.
Arguably the little eejit prefers walker company.
• Amateur Dramatics all the goddamn way and prone to manipulating.
- Darling made a scaredy cat kid and growing up anxious and self-alienating had a profound chemical effect once puberty hit; exhausted of being seen as mousy and living life in fear, he systematically built a mask, a whole secondary personality which was bold and loud and dramatic, he plays a semi-permanent character and it takes a lot to get him to drop the act. He even earned a nickname to fit it.
As such can always rely on him to make mountains out of mole hills, sulk at a world championship level and snap catty remarks or argue for the sake of being contrary, but, at the same time, he makes grand sweeping gestures of friendship or adoration, big up the people he calls his own and general be equally open to all he meets (if only to assess if they’re a risk or opportunity!).
Unfortunately he can use that quick tongue to persuade people to meet his needs. Darling scarcely realises he’s doing it.
• Wicked sense of humour
- Yeah, shit scared he may be, but who else is gonna make fun o’ the rot monsters? He didn’t take ‘em seriously before the funeral, he ain’t changing now. One way or another, these guys have always wanted a pound of flesh.
And that’s just the walkers. He’s the kind of guy who, before things went south, would flick bikers kill switches just before the lights changed, the kind of kid that would find something you’ve kept hidden and leave it for you to find, in plain sight, or use vague references to secrets you’d stupidly told him in public conversations just to watch you twitch.
Real mean humour… unless you’re one of his own… THEN he’s an absolute kitten! Like will do the most moronic stunts to see you crack a smile.
• Anxious and cowardly when push comes to shove
- Although he’ll fight tooth and claw for his own (gee, I been using that phrase a hella lot… HMM… MUST be important, huh?) if he can avoid the possibility of acute and awful death he will. Ain’t nobody ever called him burly, let’s face it, he couldn’t fist fight a sponge, so he adopts hides and run tactics.
Well… he HAS had sharp shooting training, but… Darling ain’t never shot someone before… just special brew cans and Frisbees…
• Probably, HOPEFULLY, the first in the group to go crazy
- I mean, he’s a sweet, intelligent, philosophical and reasonable individual, but he had a ticking time bomb streak of unhinged before everything went down. After… after seeing the things he’s seen something just snapped. He survived, but believe you me, don’t let first appearances deceive you, he did not come out of it intact.
.
• Wannabe wild and rebellious, hell, maybe a touch crazy.
- Even before the decayed-shit hit the morgue-fan Darling wanted to watch the world burn. Coming from poor, downtrodden roots he wanted to see the whole infrastructure torn apart street justice style, he wanted to witness politicians dragged from their beds and shot in the streets (or at least put in the Big Brother house and subjected to viewer tweets after… he’d o’ settled for that!), he wanted to see parliament bombed, banks raided and jail birds set free… even took steps to make it happen!
See, thing is with peaceful protest, it relies on the bigger party having an active conscience and he wasn’t about to wait until the end times for that to happen!
‘Course, he didn’t know it was coming all that soon and now he’s learned ya gotta be careful whatchya wish fer…
Nowadays, a little mentally worse for wear, he uses the apocalypse as an excuse to do all the frivolous shite he wanted to do before, only without the hindrance of social norms; Roller-skate through malls, paint his nails, flip crucifixes in churches, learn to bowl, dye his hair, wear socks AND sandals, start fires, sleep in five star hotels, take up Mexican show wrestling (glittery gold spandex and all!), join a one man band, race snails and basically carry on as he’s always wanted to.
Arguably the little eejit prefers walker company.
• Amateur Dramatics all the goddamn way and prone to manipulating.
- Darling made a scaredy cat kid and growing up anxious and self-alienating had a profound chemical effect once puberty hit; exhausted of being seen as mousy and living life in fear, he systematically built a mask, a whole secondary personality which was bold and loud and dramatic, he plays a semi-permanent character and it takes a lot to get him to drop the act. He even earned a nickname to fit it.
As such can always rely on him to make mountains out of mole hills, sulk at a world championship level and snap catty remarks or argue for the sake of being contrary, but, at the same time, he makes grand sweeping gestures of friendship or adoration, big up the people he calls his own and general be equally open to all he meets (if only to assess if they’re a risk or opportunity!).
Unfortunately he can use that quick tongue to persuade people to meet his needs. Darling scarcely realises he’s doing it.
• Wicked sense of humour
- Yeah, shit scared he may be, but who else is gonna make fun o’ the rot monsters? He didn’t take ‘em seriously before the funeral, he ain’t changing now. One way or another, these guys have always wanted a pound of flesh.
And that’s just the walkers. He’s the kind of guy who, before things went south, would flick bikers kill switches just before the lights changed, the kind of kid that would find something you’ve kept hidden and leave it for you to find, in plain sight, or use vague references to secrets you’d stupidly told him in public conversations just to watch you twitch.
Real mean humour… unless you’re one of his own… THEN he’s an absolute kitten! Like will do the most moronic stunts to see you crack a smile.
• Anxious and cowardly when push comes to shove
- Although he’ll fight tooth and claw for his own (gee, I been using that phrase a hella lot… HMM… MUST be important, huh?) if he can avoid the possibility of acute and awful death he will. Ain’t nobody ever called him burly, let’s face it, he couldn’t fist fight a sponge, so he adopts hides and run tactics.
Well… he HAS had sharp shooting training, but… Darling ain’t never shot someone before… just special brew cans and Frisbees…
• Probably, HOPEFULLY, the first in the group to go crazy
- I mean, he’s a sweet, intelligent, philosophical and reasonable individual, but he had a ticking time bomb streak of unhinged before everything went down. After… after seeing the things he’s seen something just snapped. He survived, but believe you me, don’t let first appearances deceive you, he did not come out of it intact.
.
History:
Asides what tid bits I’ve given away in the personality section, I don’t particularly want to divulge the kids past (although I DO have it planned and speed jotted if necessary!), more let it unfold naturally throughout the story!
But I’ll give you his most recent movements and things leading to current events…
Darling is Irish. He grew up in Dublin, lives in Dublin and scarcely leaves Dublin. However a lucky flush at the horses brought him, his Ma and his sister to Georgia for their first (and probably last) holiday in ten years.
The air ports “temporarily” [see; bullcrap] closed before they could go home and he can now be found wandering, ducking through streets, hunkering in cupboards for sleep and picking the last scraps of gear from the teeth of the dying city with no sister of Ma to be found.
Canon: Nada
Nails. GMT. 19.
