ejflorkey

Hey everybody, this is Wilson. If you haven't met me I'm probably in the barn or with the animals. Anyway, I've got a bunch of survivalist books, stuff about foraging, automotive repair, medical stuff, weapon manuals, all kinds of things useful for, you know, survival. If you want to borrow a book, come and see me and I'd be happy to lend you one. Just try to return it once you're done so everybody can use it, yeah? Like a real library. Thanks, and have a pleasant day!

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Printed Name: Wilson Farse Images Please attach one or more photographs of yourself Age: 23 | Body Type: Mesomorph☒ Ectomorph☐ Endomorph☐ |Height:6' 3" | Weight: 189 lbs Sex: M☒ F☐ | Hair Color: Bld☐ Brw☒ Blk☐ Red☐ Oth☐ | Eye Color: Bl☐ Br☐ Gra☐ Gre☒ H☐ Sexual Orientation: He☒ Ho☐ Bi☐ Oth☐ | Employed? Y☒ N☐ | Occupation(if applicable): Electrician Audio Resources If able, please attach a vocal recording and/or a song/music you feel closely related to Vocal Recording - Phone recording I was able to find | Music or Song - Master Pretender by First Aid Kit Psychological Profile Strengths and Weaknesses List anything you deem to be a personal strength or weakness, physical, mental, or social Strengths: Math and Science fluent, engineering mindset, good work ethic, likes working with hands Weaknesses: Shy, technologically challenged, stubborn, sheltered Likes and Dislikes These can be people, traits, items, cultures, ideas, anything you like or dislike Likes: Compassion, intelligence, Mexican food, Italian food, kids, TV, ancient cultures, bourbon Dislikes: Selfishness, vanity, racists and nazis, crowds, concerts, Irish food vodka Personal Relations/Next of Kin Feel free to add notes and descriptions of listed persons Signature- Let ya boi know if you want added or somethin'

Steam Name: ejflorkey Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:59691416 Steam Profile Link: http://steamcommunity.com/id/ejflorkey Rp Experience: 8 months with Macho, about the same with Zero Hour as a super-admin How did you stumble upon our server?: Hooked up with the gang during Macho's server, transferred on over, you know, the deal Character Name: Wilson Sue Farse Character Sex: Male Character Age: 23 Occupation: Electrician Character Equipment: Hunting Shotgun, Side-arm, Hiking Pack, Work truck, Pancake-Mix (and other non-perishables), Survivalist Books Strengths: Electrical knowledge, Agricultural knowledge, bi-lingual, basic firearm training, Can sew Weaknesses: Stubborn, Not good with computers, Doesn't like crowds Character Backstory: Wilson grew up a couple of counties west of Kansas City. His dad was a farmer for some big agricultural conglomerate who's name changed every five or so years. Will put in work on the farm, even though he didn't care who the produce was going to. His mom was a seamstress, and did odd jobs for other families in the area. Making quilts, fixing up kids costumes, tailoring suits, that kinda stuff. She set up her own Etsy shop a couple years back, which Will thought was cool. Will was always more inclined to do stuff with his hands, and had an affinity for math and science. When he finally got into shop class in High school, he knew he wanted to go into electrical engineering. Both of his parents were supportive, even though deep down his dad had always wanted him to take up farming. It worked out well enough for him from there; he got a work truck from one of dad's friends, and did work around the area. Turns out he was the only certified electrician in the tri-county area, and he thinks he knows why. Some of the farmhouses in the area were older than the current flag. All the wiring was old as hell and dangerous to deal with. Such was living in the 'windswept plains'. Nothing fuckin' happened and nobody ever changed. At the end of the day however, he had a lot of stuff going for him. He was in charge of his own business, his parents were still letting him live with them for free, and he had a consistent customer base. He was doing pretty alright for himself. He'd save up enough and move to Oregon or something. Least that's what he told himself. When all this started down south a couple months ago, his dad doubled down on the 'backwater, farmer conspiracy-theory, survivalist' paranoia. He'd always been prone to it, but it was never as extreme as it got once the infection crossed into Texas. He got a bunch of non-perishables, guns, ammo, survivalist books, other random stuff to 'protect and sustain in case of an emergency', as he would say. Wilson wasn't too worried at the start, and neither was his Mom. When the infection started ramping up, both of them quickly came around. Will didn't have the same insular survivalist thought process his Dad did though. He'd often sneak out at night, like he'd sometimes do in high school, to help out other families in the area. Still electrical stuff for the most part, ironically enough. He'd set up generators and alarm systems, and occasionally give out a bit of food or other supplies they had too much of for themselves. Stuff got worse and worse as the months ticked by though, and he had to stop heading out, to his chagrin. One bright day, Wilson went out to check on the farm's fences. With what the news had described the diseased as, he figured some good cattle fences would be mighty useful in the coming weeks. When he came back, he found that some looters, or some refugees, or somebody, had run up to the house and broken in. He didn't know why it happened, but his Mother and Father were both dead. Dad fell down the stairs, or got pushed, and mom looked like she got stabbed. He was pretty fuckin' angry and depressed, as one might suspect. It wasn't until the next day, after he'd tried to call emergency services, cried, looked for neighbors (who he realized had evacuated), cried some more, and buried both of them in the front lawn that he realized the killers had ransacked the house. They certainly didn't look very hard, maybe they were in a hell of a rush, having, you know, murdered an innocent couple. Will stayed around the farm a couple more days, but sooner rather than later realized it was only gonna get worse. And, with smoke on the horizon, he didn't wanna be in the middle of the harvest. He grabbed what supplies weren't looted, which luckily enough was plenty to keep him going, packed them in his truck along with his tools. He then headed out to find another place, or some other people, to survive with.

Zombie Apocalypse starts, you make some friends and then you get guns and start doin stuff. Everyone you cared about dies or become busy or depressed themselves so you isolate yourself and slowly fade from relevance. But hey, you've got Army of the Dead on VHS, so that's cool. Maybe stuff will be better some day if people role-playhelp out and come along.

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I mean hey, I didn't know that hallucination of a screaming Jeff Goldblum was a real thing until a disgruntled old Vietnam war veteran shot his ass. Then I realized what kind of shit I was on. So yeah kids, watch what you snort, because it can get you into some fucked up shit. [glow=red]NEITHER[/glow][dropshadow=Green]of these comments make[/dropshadow][fade]SENSE[/fade][blur=yellow]nor mean[/blur][shadow=blue]ANYTHING[/shadow]

Name: Eddy Deady Occupation: Zombie Biter No, he doesn't bite [shadow=blue]PEOPLE[/shadow], he bites [dropshadow=#004000]ZOMBIES[/dropshadow]. And he turns them back into [blur=blue]PEOPLE[/blur]. He's BASSICALLTY the [glow=white]ANTI[/glow][glow=#000000]-[/glow][glow=#000000]VENOM[/glow] of Zero-hour: Epidemic RP 2.0

Like it said in the tarotcards [glow=red]HOBBIES: BATTLE-LUST[/glow]

It occurred a bit differently than described, actually.

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So the [dropshadow=green]zombie apocalypse[/dropshadow] starts, right? You're agitated, people are dying, it's not a good time. So one of your newly found friends comes to help you out, take you, your uncle, and your buddy to a nice little gated community. Sounds alright! Well, you sucessfully get out of the city, that's great, and you make it there. Seems alright. Then you notice the people... Couple of paramilitary types, probably hard-asses, but maybe that's alright. What's weirder is all the trench-coats...What is this, the matrix? People have to realize that trenchoats are a bad idea in an apocalypse where running zombies are constantly trying to grab you, right? Your Uncle, and buddy agree, so you gotta tell them about it, right? Wanna keep everybody alive. So this is when you find out that these people aren't the most receptive to criticism or advice, or anything, really. You were kinda blunt rude about it at the end, but how can they not realize how dumb of an atire choice it is?Plus it looks terribleThat's not good for survival, or for just being around, honestly. But you know, whatever, it's not the biggest deal, let's just find somewhere to stay while were here, alright? So you're setting up your new abode, get it real nice. So you and your Uncle get set up real nice. Time to get aquanted with the neighborhood. First thing you notice, stepping out the door, is the lack of a gate or any gate guards. Alright, well, somebody's gotta know about this, you can't just leave an opening like that during the zombie apocalypse! People are gonna get eaten! So you go to the nearest resident, and voice your concerns. Seriously? You're not concerned about this? Jeez, fine, we'll have to figure something out. So then you go around, trying to find somebody else to talk to about this, when a large group rolls up with an Camper. They park it in front of the gate, which is good! But there's nothing on the other half of the opening, zeds could still waltz right in. So you talk to this large group that arrived about it, somebody here's gotta care. "If you're so concerned about it, why don't you do it kid?" Really? Because I just got here? Because you don't know me? Because I don't know you? Because I'm gonna need people's help to build something that's actually gonna work, instead of literally just a couch? "We're leaving tomorrow anyway, it'll be fine, don't worry about it." Really? Are yo-If you wanna leave tomorrow you gotta make sure you don't die tonight! But fine, fine. You know what? Fine, We'll guard the gate, on a couch, against the undead, but it's stupid as hell, and you guys should feel bad about it. So, you start guarding, and it is what it is. A little boring at first But then the zombies start running up. It's just stragglers, but you gotta deal with them so nobody get's hurt, and they don't attract more. So eventually, your Uncle and this new guy, they get a slightly better barricade set up. Not great, but better. There's still a decent gap between the barricade and the wall though, so in order to fill it, the Camper should be moved up a bit, yeah? Your uncle and the other dude go to ask somebody to move it. Not even for the keys themselves, just for somebody to move it so we're all a little safer. Really? Really with that shit? This is just fuckin ridiculous at this point, we're not even asking for anything extreme. But, not like we can move it manually, so, you guess you gotta get back on duty. At least everybody actually guarding and helping with the gate agree's that the people here are ridiculous. So after some more time, and some more killed zombies by you, some of the men from this little community come up. Oh, they've got guns, good, that'll be better if something extreme happens. "Here to finally relieve us from duty, Guys?" "You folks need to leave. We're asking politely the first time." Ah-heh, yeah, right, that's fuckin ridiculous! We're the only ones doing anything! They're not serious, they can't be! "You're gonna leave, seriously." REALLY?! We're literally the only ones that have done anything for the safety of this community since we got here! And now you're gonna kick us out because we actually DID something for it? You guys are fuckin stupid! You guys are LITERALLY THE DUMBEST SURVIVORS I THINK I'VE EVER EVEN HEARD OF! THE TEENS IN HORROR MOVIES ARE SMARTER THAN YOUR DUMB ASSES, YOU'RE GONNA DIE BECAUSE OF YOUR INCOMPETENCE! BLAM And then you get shot in the gut and die in your uncles arms, because the hard ass old dude deiced you were too much of a risk, what with being real mean. Oh, and the yelling. Too much noise. HE SHOOTS YOU ~ FOR YELLING ~ Because of too much noise So then zombies come and break into the community because there's no serious barricade or gate guards, cause Donald Hardass Idiot-Factory Sr. somebody Shot you and alerted the horde, and now more people are dead, and everybody's homeless.

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The fuck out of here Tec Cruz Zodiac Killer buuuuuullllshit

DON'T GO OUT ALONE. GO OUT IN PAIRS, OR PREFERABLE SMALL GROUPS OF FOUR OR MORE. STICK CLOSE AND KEEP YOUR EYES AND EARS OPEN. IF YOU GO OUT ALONE AND GET HURT OR KIDNAPPED OR SOMETHING ELSE, IT'S A BURDEN ON THE GROUP AND IT'S HONESTLY REALLY FUCKIN' STUPID. DON'T FUCKIN' DO IT. --Ethan