In game name: Junksta
BLID: 24589
Have you read the rules and storyline? : Yes,
What roleplay experience do you have : I’ve played on your server, if you remember. I’ve been dormant for a while, but here I am
IC Information
Character name: Brock “Saxton” Mcardle
Character age: 27
Gender: boy
Appearance: black hoodie with a single sleeve, red pants, white sneakers, single black glove, hood up, brown backpack, and has an eye patch
Back story: Nobody knows much about Brock’s past, Brock doesn’t even know about himself either; he can thank psychological trauma and amnesia for that. Now Brock is a semi-psychotic train wreck, scattered with secrets about his pass that he abandoned, secrets that were scavenged by his conscious, a conscious who desperately tries day and night to get Brock to remember.
<Why, why didn’t you take it you idiot? This is who you are now because you did not take it>
He doesn’t remember the day he took the bus in order to get to the restaurant with his date on time, because his car was still in service due to an accident on the freeway on his way to pick up some Genementers. He does not remember the ring he recently purchased to purpose to his date, after 3 years of love and compassion. He does not remember how great of a time it was for the two of them even though there was one man acting very strangely, but surely that didn’t matter.
<It does matter, it was your choice, this happened to her because of you>
He doesn’t remember taking her into the ally way, all nice and private, just him and her, until another man decided to join the two with his revolver, and the words, “Give me your money or I’ll shoot! I’LL ****ING KILL YOU!” He doesn’t remember how scared she was, tears dripping down forming a puddle of fear and agony. He doesn’t remember her being shot dead anyway, even though the man promised to spare her for her money. He doesn’t remember the extra bullet meant for him, hitting his eye, and just grazing his brain.
NO, I DON’T WANT IT! NO, I DON’T! I DON’T WANT IT
That was his past, a happy tale with a grim bloody un-happy ending. This is now, a lonely beast wandering the dangerous wilderness, unable to convey his thoughts correctly, and unaware of the monsters and why they’re here. Maybe with the help of others, he’ll be able to regain his past, why his past was as unfortunate as it was, and maybe, just maybe become sane again.
Skills: Brock knows what he wants to say, it just doesn’t come out the way he wants it to. Maybe he wants to say, “Can I have that wooden plank please?” but instead it sounds like “I WANT ONE OF YOUR FINEST BOINKY MEATBALLS!” Close enough. He is constantly in a struggle with his conscience, maybe it wants Brock to tell that girl over there that her glasses that she just dropped are slightly to her left, but since Brock cannot always speak correctly. . . “MY MY LITTLE DARLING, FLOP LIKE MY COUSIN FOR ME”. Unless Brock tries his hardest to do what his conscience wants him to, don’t expect to receive proper help from him. Combat wise, he’ll be just fine if you give him something to hit people with, but whatever you do, don’t give him a firearm. He might accidently shoot someone, or he’ll just use that to hit people too.
Future ambition: To regain his sanity. After that, it’s up to the plot to decide what he does next.
Which faction would you like to join? : Bandits
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