Post by Griffin on Dec 16, 2010 10:38:30 GMT -6
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Name: Johnathon "John" MacTavish
Date of Birth and Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Nationality: Was born in the UK, and moved to the United States when he was about 5.
Relationship Status: Single
Physical Looks: John is at a steady height of 6ft 3in, and he has relatively long black hair that he would normally comb straight down. As for facial hair, he tries to keep a thin goatee, but would end up failing to regularly shave in order to keep it thin. This would normally lead to a very scratchy, full beard. His eyes are a deep blue, that almost looks almost black in the twilight.
He weighs, or from the last time he checked, about 180lbs. He has a muscular build, for he works out often in case of something he needs to defend himself from comes along. With him being the last man on the planet, he only really has to worry about a large animal wondering into the street.
Personal Belongings: John owns many outfits, because he can pretty much get away with "stealing" anything he wants. But there are a couple that he would wear normally.
The first outfit consists of black and green camouflage pants with a black belt. He would also wear black boots that he found in an army surplus store. All that and a plain white t-shirt.
The second outfit has just plain blue jeans and a red shirt. Over his red shirt he would normally wear a black and gray jacket because it rarely gets over 70o in Seattle.
When it gets a little bit chilly out, John would wear a thick, black coat over any outfit he wears.
Besides clothes, John owns a large assortment of guns that ranges to a small dart pistol, to a .50 sniper rifle. All of which he either keeps in a fireproof, locked safe at his house, or in a large, locked steel container that he could fit in the back of a truck or jeep.
And with him being the last person on Earth, he can get away with grand theft auto, as he takes any vehicles he wants. But his favorite is by far his black Ford F-450 truck that he drives almost all the time.
Personality: John is very suspicious about anything that could possibly look out of place. Anytime something struck him as abnormal, his brain would not leave him alone until he checked it out, cautiously of course. You never know what you are going to run into when you are the last human on Earth.
Other than worrying about unnatural things, he is normally pretty relaxed. Almost so, to the point that you would think he had completely gotten over the fact that everyone on Earth had mysteriously disappeared over night. This was quite untrue however. But no one would know this except him, because he is very good about hiding his emotion to where it does not show in his face. The only time he would show his emotion was if he was sure he was alone, and not heard. This is very easy to do now that he is the only human left. Though he rarely shows any emotion for the fact that he believes that crying and weeping never solves anything, and that the best thing to do is suck it up, and keep moving forward. John is a person that does not like to go backwards, in anything. May that be backing up as walking, or being unproductive with something he is working on.
And John has always been fascinated by planes. Since he was a boy he'd always wanted to be a pilot. But besides that, he's always liked to hunt, and he's very good with numbers. He can solve almost any equation, mentally, that you'd give him.
History: Johnathon MacTavish was born in a small town in southern Britain. By the time he was old enough to go to school, he and his parents moved to New York City, in the United States. Used to living in a small town, his parents moved again to southern Virginia, for they couldn't get over the constant honking of cars and police sirens. John had been 6 when they moved to Virginia, which he really didn't like. He had liked the huge super markets, the many people that were always in a hurry, and all the television channels available for enjoyment.
When John was 17 he moved out of his parents house to a small apartment in Salt Lake City, Utah. There, he saved up the money and paid for flying lessons on a Liberty XL2 Training Aircraft. He went through a week of training, took his exam, and passed with flying colors. He had been able to afford to buy lessons, but not a plane itself. Through a few years he'd tried to apply to become a American Airlines pilot, but they kept declining him for he was too young.
Finally, when he was 21, John moved to a 2 bedroom and 2 bath house just outside of Seattle, Washington. There, he found a steady job as a bank teller, at National Bank of Washington. Since he was very good with numbers, this job was an easy challenge for him.
But on a bright sunny day, which happened to be his birthday at 25, John woke in his house to silence. But he was in a quite rural area, so he didn't pay much attention to it. It was his day off, so he woke up at the strike of 10am, brushed his teeth, made a bowl of cereal, and sat down to watch some television. But when he turned on the TV he found that static was the only station. Thinking of Steven King movies and white noise, he turned it off and checked if it was plugged in correctly. It turned out it was. After that he spent a good 40 minutes trying to get a hold of the cable guy, but he had no luck. Getting angry with himself, he decided to drive to the cable place and ask them to come help him with his TV.
John got dressed and headed out the door to his black, Ford truck. And all he heard outside was wind. No birds chirping, dogs barking, neighbors yelling at each other for crossing property lines. Nothing. John had decided it best to deal with this later. Maybe they were all sleeping in? On his way to the cable station, he encountered no traffic. And being that he was on the interstate, it was very abnormal to not see one car in any of the lanes. John was getting a little worried now, so he pulled over and whipped out his cell phone. He proceeded to call his mother, father, uncle, aunt, and all the cousins he could think of. But no one had an answer. Getting angry he threw his phone into the passenger seat, and started speeding into Seattle. When he got into the city, he could still see no moving car. But there were many parked on the sides of the streets.
He pulled into the nearest hotel, and walked up to the front desk to find no one there. He rang the little, gold bell on the desk, but no one came. John was getting very angry and worried now; he grabbed every room key from behind the counter and started running up and down the halls, opening random room doors. But there was nobody to be found. He got so angry, and he thought about throwing something, and he punched the wall. But something odd happened. When he punched the wall, a carton of cigarettes that was sitting on the front desk, flew up and hit the wall also. John stared at it, examining every detail of it. He raised hit hand, and the carton raised about an inch from the ground. What was going on? Why was nobody around? Could it be there was some chemical weapons attack that affected everyone but him? No, how could that have happened?
John drove back to his house at astonishing speed. There he started calling anyone he could think of, but nothing. John was getting hysterical. He started to black out. Who, or what could have made everyone in the world just disappear?
Other: John, instead of getting expired food from the grocery store, hunts for his food in a thick forest behind his house.
Name: Johnathon "John" MacTavish
Date of Birth and Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Nationality: Was born in the UK, and moved to the United States when he was about 5.
Relationship Status: Single
Physical Looks: John is at a steady height of 6ft 3in, and he has relatively long black hair that he would normally comb straight down. As for facial hair, he tries to keep a thin goatee, but would end up failing to regularly shave in order to keep it thin. This would normally lead to a very scratchy, full beard. His eyes are a deep blue, that almost looks almost black in the twilight.
He weighs, or from the last time he checked, about 180lbs. He has a muscular build, for he works out often in case of something he needs to defend himself from comes along. With him being the last man on the planet, he only really has to worry about a large animal wondering into the street.
Personal Belongings: John owns many outfits, because he can pretty much get away with "stealing" anything he wants. But there are a couple that he would wear normally.
The first outfit consists of black and green camouflage pants with a black belt. He would also wear black boots that he found in an army surplus store. All that and a plain white t-shirt.
The second outfit has just plain blue jeans and a red shirt. Over his red shirt he would normally wear a black and gray jacket because it rarely gets over 70o in Seattle.
When it gets a little bit chilly out, John would wear a thick, black coat over any outfit he wears.
Besides clothes, John owns a large assortment of guns that ranges to a small dart pistol, to a .50 sniper rifle. All of which he either keeps in a fireproof, locked safe at his house, or in a large, locked steel container that he could fit in the back of a truck or jeep.
And with him being the last person on Earth, he can get away with grand theft auto, as he takes any vehicles he wants. But his favorite is by far his black Ford F-450 truck that he drives almost all the time.
Personality: John is very suspicious about anything that could possibly look out of place. Anytime something struck him as abnormal, his brain would not leave him alone until he checked it out, cautiously of course. You never know what you are going to run into when you are the last human on Earth.
Other than worrying about unnatural things, he is normally pretty relaxed. Almost so, to the point that you would think he had completely gotten over the fact that everyone on Earth had mysteriously disappeared over night. This was quite untrue however. But no one would know this except him, because he is very good about hiding his emotion to where it does not show in his face. The only time he would show his emotion was if he was sure he was alone, and not heard. This is very easy to do now that he is the only human left. Though he rarely shows any emotion for the fact that he believes that crying and weeping never solves anything, and that the best thing to do is suck it up, and keep moving forward. John is a person that does not like to go backwards, in anything. May that be backing up as walking, or being unproductive with something he is working on.
And John has always been fascinated by planes. Since he was a boy he'd always wanted to be a pilot. But besides that, he's always liked to hunt, and he's very good with numbers. He can solve almost any equation, mentally, that you'd give him.
History: Johnathon MacTavish was born in a small town in southern Britain. By the time he was old enough to go to school, he and his parents moved to New York City, in the United States. Used to living in a small town, his parents moved again to southern Virginia, for they couldn't get over the constant honking of cars and police sirens. John had been 6 when they moved to Virginia, which he really didn't like. He had liked the huge super markets, the many people that were always in a hurry, and all the television channels available for enjoyment.
When John was 17 he moved out of his parents house to a small apartment in Salt Lake City, Utah. There, he saved up the money and paid for flying lessons on a Liberty XL2 Training Aircraft. He went through a week of training, took his exam, and passed with flying colors. He had been able to afford to buy lessons, but not a plane itself. Through a few years he'd tried to apply to become a American Airlines pilot, but they kept declining him for he was too young.
Finally, when he was 21, John moved to a 2 bedroom and 2 bath house just outside of Seattle, Washington. There, he found a steady job as a bank teller, at National Bank of Washington. Since he was very good with numbers, this job was an easy challenge for him.
But on a bright sunny day, which happened to be his birthday at 25, John woke in his house to silence. But he was in a quite rural area, so he didn't pay much attention to it. It was his day off, so he woke up at the strike of 10am, brushed his teeth, made a bowl of cereal, and sat down to watch some television. But when he turned on the TV he found that static was the only station. Thinking of Steven King movies and white noise, he turned it off and checked if it was plugged in correctly. It turned out it was. After that he spent a good 40 minutes trying to get a hold of the cable guy, but he had no luck. Getting angry with himself, he decided to drive to the cable place and ask them to come help him with his TV.
John got dressed and headed out the door to his black, Ford truck. And all he heard outside was wind. No birds chirping, dogs barking, neighbors yelling at each other for crossing property lines. Nothing. John had decided it best to deal with this later. Maybe they were all sleeping in? On his way to the cable station, he encountered no traffic. And being that he was on the interstate, it was very abnormal to not see one car in any of the lanes. John was getting a little worried now, so he pulled over and whipped out his cell phone. He proceeded to call his mother, father, uncle, aunt, and all the cousins he could think of. But no one had an answer. Getting angry he threw his phone into the passenger seat, and started speeding into Seattle. When he got into the city, he could still see no moving car. But there were many parked on the sides of the streets.
He pulled into the nearest hotel, and walked up to the front desk to find no one there. He rang the little, gold bell on the desk, but no one came. John was getting very angry and worried now; he grabbed every room key from behind the counter and started running up and down the halls, opening random room doors. But there was nobody to be found. He got so angry, and he thought about throwing something, and he punched the wall. But something odd happened. When he punched the wall, a carton of cigarettes that was sitting on the front desk, flew up and hit the wall also. John stared at it, examining every detail of it. He raised hit hand, and the carton raised about an inch from the ground. What was going on? Why was nobody around? Could it be there was some chemical weapons attack that affected everyone but him? No, how could that have happened?
John drove back to his house at astonishing speed. There he started calling anyone he could think of, but nothing. John was getting hysterical. He started to black out. Who, or what could have made everyone in the world just disappear?
Other: John, instead of getting expired food from the grocery store, hunts for his food in a thick forest behind his house.
