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Sylvester Mayfield

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Steam Name: SpookyTanuki

Steam ID: STEAM_0:1:33497375

Steam Profile Link: http://steamcommunity.com/id/dawnofstorms/

Rp Experience: 4-5 years now.

How did you stumble upon our server?: Used to go on abunch at the start, lotta friends was on it.


Character Name: Sylvester Mayfield

Character Sex: Male

Character Age: 24

Occupation (Current or Before): Owner of a Gamestore

Character Equipment: 44 magnum revolver with 5 in the cylinder and 4 in pocket, simple jacket/attire, a cool watch, gameboy that takes batteries.

Moral Alignment(See Chart below this post): Lawful Neutral

Strengths: Strong mental strength due to the gameboy's distractions, an decent practiced shot with the revolver.

Weaknesses: Starved / Weakened body, Bad eyesight leaving him reliant on his glasses.

Character Backstory: -


Sylvester lived a rather simple life, and growing up went without a hitch. Getting a job at McDonalds to build up some money to achieve his dream of owning his very own store and sell games out from it. Once he finally had the store, his happiness sky rocketed. He was living the dream, setting his own work hours, playing games in his office while he just racks in the money. Though Sylvester was an rather paranoid man, even going out of his way to get his Firearms permit.


Purchasing his first firearm, it'd of been a 44 magnum. A big gun, but it'd certainly look intimidating to those unsavory people trying to rob his store. Keeping it right in his desk, his whole career went well. Though as he listened more and more to the radio, hearing of the crazy things going on down south only worried him more. He'd begin parking his car closer to the stores entrance, keeping at least a handful of bullets in his desk...


Though when shit hit the fan, Sylvester went into a panic, fumbling with the bullets as he tried to stuff as many as he could into his pockets before rushing to the door to his store. Only to find it the prime location of the shit fest. People running and screaming, some getting tackled to the ground and devoured by the undead.


Deciding against using the front door, he'd lose his truck in favor of going a safer route. He ran through the allies, peoples screams and gun fire echoing through out them deafeningly as he makes it around the backways of the city. Though, he came across a driveway, with someones car resting in idle. Noticing someone was in it, he drew his revolver and rushed its drivers door! Popping the door open, he instantly shoved the barrel of the right into the face of the man behind the wheel. "GET THE FUCK OUT BEFORE I SHOW YOU HOW I'D PAINT THOSE PRETTY LEATHER SEATS OF YOURS!" Sylvester shouted at the panicked man, his body shaking as he struggled to get out from the car from shock. "P-Please! I'm trying to get my family out of here!" The owner of the car replied, his voice shakey as he looked down the barrel of the gun. Though, his plea was cut short as Sylvester swiped the steel frame of his revolver against the mans face in a bitch slap, causing him to be knocked to the floor.


Climbing quickly into the car, Sylvester slammed the door shut as he quickly pulled out of the drive way, and took off full speed ahead. Though as he whipped the car around the messy streets, swarming with people that either tried to get out of the way, or flipped right over the car as it hit them. A hand leaving the wheel, he'd frantically played with the radio to try and get some kind of signal. Finally finding a station, he'd hear the bone chilling emergency broadcast ring through out the car, leaving him to throw his revolver onto the dash board in anger and denial of it all.


Sadly though, after weeks without much food. The car finally broke down, leaving him stranded on an empty highway. Abandoning the vehicle, he'd drag the revolver from the dashboard and stuff it away into his inner coat pocket. Leaving him to wander about the road, before he came across the little town the other survivors began to call home.

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Based solely upon the application itself, I'm willing to give you a shot, however you might want to put a specific quantity of ammo for your .44 otherwise you'll be at the mercy of whoever is setting you up.


+yep

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