CHARACTER APPLICATION
Name:
Optikal
How much experience of The Walking Dead do you have?
Have read the first 15 issues and seen the entire series.
Character you want to play:
I'm figuring that the remaining core cast are going to be heavy NPCs
(Lori & Carl for Rick) (Andrea for Dale) which leaves Carla & Sofia whom I have zero interest in.
Soooo....
Tyreese.
What can this character bring to the RPG?
Tyreese is steadfast, courageous, dependable and strong. He is a father and naturally a protector. Tyreese brings the muscle to the game.
Please provide a sample post as this character, setting up their current situation in the timeframe of the Season 1 finale:
"Come on! Hurry it up! I can't keep this up all day!"
Tyreese fired off another shot, taking another walker down with a spray of crimson marking the highway. Behind him the two teenagers worked furiously at the petrol tank of the old Chevy, draining the fuel into a canister.
"How many bullets you got left, dad?" asked Julie, his daughter, as she slammed a lid onto the container and grabbed it.
"Half a clip" he growled, taking aim again.
In front of them around a dozen walkers shuffled towards them, their moans filling the air around them.
"Carl, Julie, get back into the truck, get it started! hurry!"
Without looking back he cleared the clip into the horde, taking down four with shots to the head, but the rest moved in, swarming like parasites towards the trio.
Spinning on his heel, Tyreese raced for the old 1969 GMC where Carl and Julie had climbed in. Leaping into the drivers seat Tyreese slammed his foot on the accelerator and mowed into the horde, sending bodies flying.
"Uhhh dad?" Julie whispered as they veered down the dusty highway.
Tyreese glanced across the cab at her to see her hand outstretched, pointing at something off in the far distance.
Slowing the truck, Tyreese followed her line and saw for himself. Beyond the horizon a thick plume of black smoke was billowing out into the sky, forming a dark cloud high in the air.
"It's coming from the city" Carl whispered.
Julie frowned at looked at her father but said nothing.
After a few minutes, Tyreese rubbed at the thick stubble on his chin and growled to himself. Yanking hard on the steering he angled the truck towards the direction of the smoke.
"We're going to scope it out" he grunted.