In Game Name : iWolf
Blockland ID : 31317
Have you read the rules and storyline? : Yes, I have read the rules and storyline.
What roleplay experience do you have : I have a large experience with roleplay. To put it all in short, I have been using roleplay, basically, since I was little.
When I was little, my group of friends and myself would play 'war' with toy guns, and we would use things that we knew about the military, and would implement that knowledge into the game. More currently, though, I have a bit better use of roleplay. I am an active player of serious airsoft, which does take roleplay, especially in the Mil-Sim games. Also, I ran a Half-Life 2 Roleplay server on Garry's Mod for over a year before stepping down and handing over ownership to a friend. I do have a passion for action roleplay. I like to have things happening at almost all times.
IC InformationCharacter's Name: Dr. Draegan Nyx, M.D.
Character's age: 36
Gender: Male
Future Ambitions: Draegan knows, although he doesn't like to admit it, that he doesn't know everything about medicine. Draegan currently has no way of furthering his study in medicine, or the infection, let alone the drug that caused it, Genementer. In the future, Draegan wishes to gather specimen to help find, and put an end to the infection in order to help restore international stability.
Skills: - Diagnostician; specializes in infectious disease; holds an M.D.
Character's Appearance (In-game screenshot or Describe):
Head up: Sorry for the eye-sore, the links would not work, and the file was too large to attach. My sincere apologies. :(
Character's biography/back-story (make this 3-4+ paragraphs w/ 5+ sentences each, and relate to the story):Introduction: Two people, a thousand miles apart, joined together by fate. Draegan's parents were both born in Russia, miles and miles apart. Even with his life seemingly great, that is, before the infection, Draegan's childhood was no fairy tale. His mother, Alyx Nyx-Kruschev, was born with a compromised immune system. All throughout Draegan's adolescent life, his mother developed sickness after sickness; his family just couldn't afford to pay for the treatments necessary. His father, Nikolai Nyx was an underpaid biotechnological engineer.
The Accident: Draegan turned fifteen, and as his life began to look promising, his mother seemingly getting better, his father getting a higher pay, his mom developed one last, fatal disease. Fatal familial insomnia, a very rare autosomal dominant inherited prion disease of the brain, that is almost always caused by a mutation in the protein PrP
c. The disease has no known cure, the course of the disease involves progressively worsening insomnia, which leads to delirium, hallucinations, confusional states like that of dementia, and, ultimately, death. After several days of no sleep and constant hallucinations, his mother wasn't able to tell the difference between what was real, and what wasn't, and she jumped off of a bridge on the way back from an appointment, into the icy, almost frozen solid river. This was the main drive of Draegan's ambition to become a doctor. He wanted to solve the puzzle of his mother's disease. He told himself that was what he would do.. for her.
Success: Draegan was sent off for college, paid for his father, at the age of nineteen, to John Hopkins University School of Medicine, in Baltimore, MD, USA. Studying hard, dedicated long nights of sweat and effort into his work, Draegan pushed himself to be the best that he could be through his time in medical school. He wasn't doing it for the promising career, no, he was doing it for her. For his mother. Thirteen excruciating years, and one M.D. later, Draegan became a self-employed, board certified, private diagnostic physician. After a few years of experience, Draegan was known as the best diagnostician in Maryland-no, the entire country.
Discovery of the End: It was late at night, Draegan was in bed when he received the phone call. It was another doctor in Alaska, asking for a consult. Draegan told him the flight out would cost him extra, but the doctor didn't seem to care what the price was, as long as he got that consult. So he flew out to Alaska, but on he found something interestingly odd waiting for him upon his arrival. The place was a ghost town. Had he gone to the right area? Had he made a wrong turn somewhere? Had the snow thrown him off course? He couldn't figure out where he went wrong. He took a walk around, and to him it looked like the city was only recently abandoned. It seemed as if everybody left in a hurry, just like that. Then he heard something. The crunching of snow? The sound grew louder, and louder, and louder. Until suddenly Draegan realized what they were. Footsteps. He called out, but no response. He called out again, and again, every time the footsteps stopping just after him yelling, and resuming once again after a few seconds of silence. A figure appeared out of the snowy haze, and it looked like it was running towards him. Just as Draegan could begin to make out the face, the creature pounced. Draegan struggled; fighting to break free from the harsh grip of the creature around him, and struck it in the head with a chunk of ice. When he stood up he noticed, this wasn't some creature, it was a person. He'd just killed a person. He looked closer at the face, and noticed, some strange markings that looked like the beginning stages of decaying flesh, frozen into a paused state with ice. This definitely wasn't a person. This was something else. (*Cliff hanger*)
What faction do you hope to join? I hope to join the Modernizers faction!
Side Note: If you've made it this far, thanks for reading my application, and I really hope that you enjoyed it! Also, thanks for the consideration!
Warm Regards,
- iWolf
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