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[Chris Cross]

Chris Cross

"Laugh and the world laughs with you, Cry and you cry alone"


Name Pronunciation: Kris Kross
Nicknames: Cross

Age: 23
Birth date: 4/1/92

plague: None, Human

Gender: Male

Orientation: Bisexual, Atheist

Tier: Trying for Tier 2

Pet(s): None yet, but as the story progresses maybe

Residence: Never really had one, a loner.

Appearance: His hair is a dirty blond, darker at the roots and yellow near the tips. His hair is long, wispy, and cinched at the nape of his neck with a retied black hair tie. Crowning his head and oval shaped face are a pair of metallic red ski goggles, a little scratched but in good working condition. No elastic to wear out over time, just adjustable straps, to fit when he has lost or gained weight in his face. Perched under them are two medium thick eyebrows, of a similar color to his hair. His nose is well shaped, long but not too long, and slightly snubbed at the end. The bridge is malformed from repeated breaks, scuffles punctuating his life. His eyes are filled with a half masked sadness, like a stain on a wall you only half tried to cover with paint. They are a mixture of colors. The right is a bright green, almost tree frog green, and the left a deep chocolate brown. They are cupped gently by purple half moons, attesting to his acute insomnia. His cheek bones are prominent, attesting also to his lack of body fat, a difficult past. The actual cheeks tend to be sallow, when he is not giving a smile, pasted to his face like a mask. His pale lips are thin, and the slight fuzz growing above and below them thin and patchy. He is usually seen wearing a red bandanna, covering his mouth chin and the end of his nose. His neck, when visible, is well muscled, with a prominent Adams apple. His collarbones meet at a slight dip in his neck, his skin well tanned from exposure to the sun. His vertebra are hidden from view by a layer of muscle. His arms are thin but well muscled, all white muscle fiber. His chest muscles are well built, his ribs only showing occasionally on his sides. Over his well developed yet lean six pack rests a black nylon vest, snapped together by five strips of woven nylon. Over this is a nylon/cotton jacket with a multitude of pockets on it, the hems of the sleeves having holes for his thumbs. It is much patched, but well loved. static.moo-shop.com/i/products/van-mildert/mens-waltons-return-grey-ripstop-jacket.jpg Riding low on his tanned, bony hips are a pair of much worn cargo pants, baggy when he sits, and full of pockets. img4.prosperent.com/images/250x250/images.the-house.com/burt-restrictedgungeon-pnts-blottogrywool-11-thumb.jpg They're strapped to him with a well worn black nylon belt. They have a total of six pockets, two at hand level. two on the sides at knee level, and two under them at mid calf level. His shoes are low top red converse. This is a TekTek reference image, i will be posting a drawing of him soon. [a href=""][/a][/url]

Personal Possessions:

• 1 backpack. Two pockets, one large one, one small on the front
  cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/69/7/AAAAApzsSbYAAAAAAGl7KA.png?v=1188488690000 it has a pocket on the side, small, and one for a water bottle.
  
• 1 20oz water bottle img04.static-nextag.com/image/Trudeau-Titanium-Aluminum-Water/0/000/007/573/018/757301802.jpg
  
• 1 first aid kit containing:
  

• 1 tube super glue
  
• 1 spool thin plastic twine [1/2 gone]
  
• 2 1/4 circle sewing needles [one hand made]
  
• 1 2oz bottle Iodine 1/3 full
  
• 1 roll Athletic tape, 5ft
  
• 1 knife, foldableimage.become.com/imageserver/s8/623698168-150-150-5-32/italian-style-stiletto-switchblade-switchblades-knife-knives-automatic.jpg
  
• 1 book of matches from a questionable establishment, holding 7 matches
  

• 1 coil thin nylon rope, black 10ft
  
• 1 poncho , camo colored
  

I will be donating all of my Rations to appropriate for the amount of things here, but he is the kind of person to carry all kinds of stuff around in his pockets, Macgyver is one of his Heroes.


Personality: He is very open with strangers, holding little back. He is prone to laughing, and will take any chance to do so. He also has a tendency to be sarcastic, even with the littlest things. This makes it hard to tell when he is serious about things, keeping people on their toes and distant from him. He wants to get a laugh out of life, and since survival is never a sure thing, he takes every chance to laugh. He has had few people in his life even before The Outbreaks, and now five years after, the number has reduced drastically. He has suffered greatly from this, developing severe abandonment issues en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abandoned_child_syndromeHis mind is now set on survival, wholly and totally. If i can get my hands on this, what can i turn it into to help me out in the long run? He is a whiz at math and physics, though he dropped out of the eighth grade. His sense of humor is very dark, finding even the most dark things humorous.

Likes: Sleep, being alive, eating food, drinking water, laughing
Dislikes: People, Being empty handed, not having water, hearing things during the night, getting woken up
Strengths: Making things, Physics Mathematics
Weakness: people he is attatched to, learning about social things
Fears: dying from stupidity, finally finding someone and them dying
Goals: Fucking Survive man, Be as much like Macgyver as he possibly can

Immune?: Yes, if you would

History: He was born to a crack whore, Mary Adeline, and her dealer, Henry Therry, in a bathtub in the slums of new jersey. He was fed stolen formula from ziplock bags with holes poked in them. His mothers body was too ravaged for him to feed from, and she needed to b able to work the streets. He was kept naked in a cardboard box, with a lice infested blanket and an old ragged teddy bear for company. One day the landlord of th apartment came in and found the infant, covered in two days worth of his own waste, and took him.

She tried to win custody of him, being a foster parent herself. The court was taking a while, as the rate of abandoned children in that slum was great. She approached the parents, taking long draws off thier pipes in the courthouse parking lot. She pulled out two hundred dollars cash, and a waive of custody form. A clean, blond haired, blue eyed little baby rode home in her car seat not but a day later. She took wonderful care of him, watching with ever increasing fascination as only one of his eyes darkened to brown, while the other turned a beautiful green.

He was her little boy, until breast cancer took her suddenly one day. He was only six months old. He was launched into the new jersey foster care system, bouncing from house to house. One of these houses kept their children in small cages in the basement, dressed in dog costumes, made to bark when they needed to go to the bathroom, or were hungry. Thankfully, a few days after arriving there they were found out and taken into police custody, sending him into another slip n' slide series of foster homes. Few actually made him feel comfortable, but never like home.

In his twenty eighth home he had just turned seven, getting a small plastic canteen from his last foster father. He had a few shirts, two pairs of jeans, and a TMNT backpack for school. These he gathered, and walked out the door. He never looked back, knowing dry places to sleep at night, and which dumpsters grocery stores used when disposing what.

He stole a tarp form the local drug store, a big blue one. He retreated into the shadows, seen when he wanted to be, hidden at all other times. He would do his best to keep his clothes clean, so when he would sit in the local Barnes and Nobles to read, he wouldn't get identified as a scumbag and thrown out. He gathered much information this way, and eventually they grew so accustomed to him being there, they gave him a job. He worked there for years, saving up the $6.25 an hour he got.

He didn't need to buy food, they threw away enough food to feed him, three hobos, and a neighbor hood dog that hung out around them. He didn't need to buy clothes when the local Walmart was only three blocks away, and so stuffed with people you could walk out with a bag of clothes and not get caught. One day he saved up over $2,000, and decided to leave.

He was about 17 at the time, and in a mindset. He went into walmart for the first time ever to actually buy things. He baught himself a totally new outfit, a pair of goggles, and a backpack. He only ended up paying for the backpack, having stuffed the clothes in it beforehand. With his new treasures, he set off into the world. He hitched a ride on a freight train going west, heading t'wards the pine and redwood forests of California.

He got to Texas, stopping to unload mail, when he felt the need to leave, the wanderlust overcoming him. He grabbed his backpack and set out, heading into the dusty plains. He came upon a dusty little town, and decided to lurk around it, entering occasionally to restock what goods he needed. One summer a sign was posted outside the little pharmacy that said "Flu Shots" He wasn't one to get vaccines, so he ignored the sign.

He walked into the general store the next week, and saw an add, about a new vaccine for Rabies, Texas was an agricultural state, and plenty of people had guard dogs and herding dogs, so the vet put up a sign. He thought nothing of it, needing only his own body to fight off diseases, for his immune system was strong. He lived around the town for three more years, before people started to get sick. Really sick.

They filled the little two story hospital to brimming. He was even recruited to take care of the sick. He was looked upon as a sort of outcast, a creeper, but thier opinions changed when they saw him care for the sick and dying. He stayed by each one until they either showed signs of getting better, or didnt show signs at all. So many died, that they had to start double stacking the trays in the morgue.

He was wheeling a freshly dead corpse down to the morgue, when he saw people crowding the door. Ten or twelve people were patting the opaque glass gently, as if confused and disoriented. As he approached they became more agitated, and the next hand to touch the glass was covered in blood. He stared wide eyed at the glass, hands gripping the metal of the cart.

In the background, a figure stood up, with seemingly more life than the others, more awareness. It began shoving the others out of the way, and he began to walk backwards. The person flung wide the door, and its bloodshot eyes locked onto him. He shoved the cart into it, turning on a dime and fleeing down the hallway, up the stairs. He emerged into the midst of a group of nurses, talking dejectedly over a sheaf of papers.

"Run, now. No no, dont dawdle get the fuck out of the hospital." He said to thier protests. He grabbed the two nearest nurses and drug them out with him. He went in again, leaving a pair of pissed and confused nurses in the parking lot. He went around grabbing people and pulling them outside, skipping the conversation. He was able to do three of these runs before the first zombie made its way out of the cellar. It attacked the first nurse it came in contact with, and he backed slowly out of the hospital.

He fled, into the surrounding pine forest, and never returned.

Family: They gave him up, needing the money more for drugs.

Significant Others: none, and he wants to keep it that way.
[one must keep in mind that chris has been living like this his whole life, not just for five years. He is a professional survivalist, and keeps things on him like the above listed constantly.]
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[Admin]

The detail is great. I definitely enjoyed reading this. You said however that you would donate all your rations for everything he has. I do believe that it would be slightly unfair to allow you to be a Tier 2 and have all these supplies. Maybe contemplate scavenging for these supplies as you roleplay. You also wrote that he has Two government Issued Guns, but in your history he has no association with the government. I know you have said that these are items he normally carries on himself... Hmm. I can't say approved just yet, I will have to talk it over with Adminarot3p.
Just another quick question. What is in the backpack? what is in the Medical Kit, and what is he carrying in his Pockets. Right now we're currently trying to calculate how many rations you are going to owe us. So give us a few minutes to deliberate.

[adminarot3p]

I have edited this post to our specifications, like it or not. You will have to pay us 200 rations before you are allowed to buy anything at the shop. You get 10 rations per post so you will have to make 20 posts. It is your responsibility as a big boy to message BOTH of us and let us know you have twenty posts. We will send a validation message, only after you get a message from both of us will you be free of debt. I will go in and reset your post counter when you are approved, have a good day.

[Aldrid]

in your birthdate you state you're 23, however, your character's birthdate is '97, making you 18 to the current date the role play takes place... just take note, that if you intend to be 23 it has to be '92

[Chris Cross]

Admin- saw the cbox and fixed the pistols thing, adminarot3p must have forgotten it when she edited my post. Im fine with the owing you rations, i expected it, but the only problem is finding people to post with. I would appreciate some help there.

Aldrid- yeah, i know, im terrible at math, even my character is a physics whiz. It broadens my horizons.

[Aldrid]

thats alright, I just want to say that its great that you're exploring your weaker areas and making them into strong suits for you character. I already have an interest as to how your character will better himself.
great details, was a joy to read

[Aldrid]

chris, we've begun the role-play in the Quarantined section under the map in the home page, two characters are already jumped in, so feel free to come join us.