Kylie McKinnon
Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2017 11:52 pm
Steam Name: Sillykilla
Steam ID:STEAM_0:1:6436813
Steam Profile Link: http://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561197973139355/
Rp Experience: around 7 years of experience, Fallout, STALKER, Halo, Zombie, Star Wars
How did you stumble upon our server?: friendos and I've been here for a long time
Character Name: Kylie McKinnon
Character Sex: Female
Character Age: 22
Occupation (Current or Before): UnEmployed
Character Equipment: M1903A3 Spring Field Bolt Action Rifle, 2x Stripper Clips, 6x 30-06 cartridge's 1x Baseball bat; Black Jansport Backpack,
Moral Alignment(See Chart below this post): Tempered Evil
Strengths: Manipulative, Lying, Hard Trusting, Hermit.
Weaknesses: Impulsive doesn't think on actions, Paranoid, Anxious, Crappy shot, Lying, , Uneducated - High School dropout, ADHD. Doesn't know how to work basic weapons, Point and shoot mentallity.
Character Backstory a.ka. how or why are you here (One paragraph minimum, be creative! More backstory does not always mean a better app! Put thought into how they'll interact with others too!):
10/20/17
"If you're reading this, I'm dead." "My name is Kylie Mckinnon, this is my journal. Either ya killed me and are looking at it while looting my corpse or you found my remains and are looting me. Well, I guess I can tell you a little bit about myself to let ma' 'glorious' memory live on. I'm Originally from a small lil' town in Southern Alabama. My childhood was one filled with abusive and constant fear. My father was a mechanic and a alcoholic, I lost my mom at an Early age. That man took every ounce of failure he had out on me. I don't like talking about those times. He got worse when I was in high school, I had no other choice but to dropout at early age of 17. I could not do school and focus on the things I wanted to and nothin' really clicked well for me. I jus' worked from job to job and I got mixed in with some of the best people. I had a boyfriend named Keith, he sold dope n' other things. I got hooked onto drugs at Nineteen and me and him dated for a year before he left me. He was seein' someone else behind my back and finally had enough of me. My life at that point was basically a blur. I don't remember a lot of it I blame the painkillers. Even though my dad was a fuckin' asshole he seemed to care, he dumped me off at a Rehab center in Northern Alabama. I was gone for a few months, nobody visited me or took the time to call or check up on me, not even my own family. I got out more than a year later clean. I got myself a job as a Gas Station attendant. During the last few years of my 'wonderful' life I had. I was depressed and kept to myself before this all happened. I worked I came home and occasionally hung out with some friends. But that's about it. I stand with myself, I don't trust anyone. - Now the first night of the outbreak and the news stations blowing up my Father said 'It's stupid Democrat propaganda'. He was a fuckin idiot and drunk. I secluded myself in my room as all chaos broke out, I took my grandfathers rifle n' a few rounds of ammo and secluded myself in my room. We were hit pretty hard during the night. People broke down the door and went for my dad. They hacked and slashed him apart and raided the house. Myself I stayed in my room until footsteps came toward my door. It busted down and without thinking I sent a bullet toward the first man that came through, right in tha' middle of the body. I kinda' liked the thought of killin' someone. I felt like for once I had power over someone. I like that. My dad was dead and the people that broke into the house we're gone too. The loud rifle scared the gunless killers away. I stood alone. - After that night I stayed in my house and scared off would be intruders. I secluded myself in my room with tha' food I had in my house. I survived for a few weeks after that. Then the urge for wanderlust took over me. I headed out and I planned to go far away. The people I met I didn't get a real big introduction with. I either shook 'em down for some food or manipulated them t' help me out n' I got the fuck out. I decided to write this after realizing the people I met. They had no story to me and they were nobody. I don't wanna be that. I think I'm near Kansas City now. Let's see what the people here have to offer.
Steam ID:STEAM_0:1:6436813
Steam Profile Link: http://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561197973139355/
Rp Experience: around 7 years of experience, Fallout, STALKER, Halo, Zombie, Star Wars
How did you stumble upon our server?: friendos and I've been here for a long time
Character Name: Kylie McKinnon
Character Sex: Female
Character Age: 22
Occupation (Current or Before): UnEmployed
Character Equipment: M1903A3 Spring Field Bolt Action Rifle, 2x Stripper Clips, 6x 30-06 cartridge's 1x Baseball bat; Black Jansport Backpack,
Moral Alignment(See Chart below this post): Tempered Evil
Strengths: Manipulative, Lying, Hard Trusting, Hermit.
Weaknesses: Impulsive doesn't think on actions, Paranoid, Anxious, Crappy shot, Lying, , Uneducated - High School dropout, ADHD. Doesn't know how to work basic weapons, Point and shoot mentallity.
Character Backstory a.ka. how or why are you here (One paragraph minimum, be creative! More backstory does not always mean a better app! Put thought into how they'll interact with others too!):
10/20/17
"If you're reading this, I'm dead." "My name is Kylie Mckinnon, this is my journal. Either ya killed me and are looking at it while looting my corpse or you found my remains and are looting me. Well, I guess I can tell you a little bit about myself to let ma' 'glorious' memory live on. I'm Originally from a small lil' town in Southern Alabama. My childhood was one filled with abusive and constant fear. My father was a mechanic and a alcoholic, I lost my mom at an Early age. That man took every ounce of failure he had out on me. I don't like talking about those times. He got worse when I was in high school, I had no other choice but to dropout at early age of 17. I could not do school and focus on the things I wanted to and nothin' really clicked well for me. I jus' worked from job to job and I got mixed in with some of the best people. I had a boyfriend named Keith, he sold dope n' other things. I got hooked onto drugs at Nineteen and me and him dated for a year before he left me. He was seein' someone else behind my back and finally had enough of me. My life at that point was basically a blur. I don't remember a lot of it I blame the painkillers. Even though my dad was a fuckin' asshole he seemed to care, he dumped me off at a Rehab center in Northern Alabama. I was gone for a few months, nobody visited me or took the time to call or check up on me, not even my own family. I got out more than a year later clean. I got myself a job as a Gas Station attendant. During the last few years of my 'wonderful' life I had. I was depressed and kept to myself before this all happened. I worked I came home and occasionally hung out with some friends. But that's about it. I stand with myself, I don't trust anyone. - Now the first night of the outbreak and the news stations blowing up my Father said 'It's stupid Democrat propaganda'. He was a fuckin idiot and drunk. I secluded myself in my room as all chaos broke out, I took my grandfathers rifle n' a few rounds of ammo and secluded myself in my room. We were hit pretty hard during the night. People broke down the door and went for my dad. They hacked and slashed him apart and raided the house. Myself I stayed in my room until footsteps came toward my door. It busted down and without thinking I sent a bullet toward the first man that came through, right in tha' middle of the body. I kinda' liked the thought of killin' someone. I felt like for once I had power over someone. I like that. My dad was dead and the people that broke into the house we're gone too. The loud rifle scared the gunless killers away. I stood alone. - After that night I stayed in my house and scared off would be intruders. I secluded myself in my room with tha' food I had in my house. I survived for a few weeks after that. Then the urge for wanderlust took over me. I headed out and I planned to go far away. The people I met I didn't get a real big introduction with. I either shook 'em down for some food or manipulated them t' help me out n' I got the fuck out. I decided to write this after realizing the people I met. They had no story to me and they were nobody. I don't wanna be that. I think I'm near Kansas City now. Let's see what the people here have to offer.