In Game Name : RingsOfSaturn
Blockland ID : 9881
Have you read the rules and storyline? : Yes, I have thoroughly read through all the previous chapters and have played at least once on the server.
What roleplay experience do you have : Previously, the Bluzone**.
IC Information
Character Name: Sean Rielsen
Characters age: 17
Gender: Male
Future Ambitions: Overcome his psychopathic tendencies.
Skills: An okay swimmer, and a strong speaker.
Characters Appearance (In-game screenshot or Describe): Caucasian, around 5'10". Brown hair, hazel eyes. Wears a black cap, an orange shirt, and grey pants. Wears dark brown sneakers. A small tear is in his right ear, and he is missing part of his right pinky finger.
Characters biography/back-story (make this 3-4+ paragraphs and relate to the story):
When I was 6, I broke the neighbor boy's arm. I remember distinctly how I did it: I slammed his arm against an oak tree, and then kicked him in the crotch. That's when my parents knew that I had mental issues. They knew there was something.. off.. about me, but they could never pin it down. I guess breaking the neighbor's arm couldn't have made it more clear.
When I was 7, I started going to a psychiatrist to help treat my psychotic tendencies. I hated him. He poked, and prodded. Like I wasn't human. Like I was a piece of meat, for him to study and forget around with until he felt that I was fine. I had to divulge secrets I had promised to keep to some of my best friends. Because he said I had to. And then he told my parents. Because he said he had to.
I was 13 when I first heard about nano technology. I just can't describe how fascinating it was, I just.. I just can't. It's like there was a piece of me floating in the open air, waiting for me to find it. Waiting to make me whole. Nano technology was that piece that made me whole. When I heard about the discovery, I had decided right then and there that I wanted to work in nano tech.
Then, everything went to stuff. I was 16 when the infection started. I lived in Calgary in Alberta, Canada. My parents decided that rather than south, they'd go north. Something about the zombies freezing or something like that. We headed west to Vancouver to catch a helicopter to Anchorage, but we never made it. We were ran off the road by a tractor trailer and rolled over seven times. Both of my parents died, and nobody cared enough to stop. I walked to Vancouver. It took me three days to get there, and the last chopper out left the day before. I hitchhiked my way to Anchorage, and it took me another 10 days on and off. I had to run a couple times to keep myself from being captured and killed by the infected.
I slept on the sides of roads, afraid. Afraid I could be disemboweled in the night. Afraid somebody would slit my throat. Afraid I would be robbed. Afraid I would lose my mind. My psychotic episodes continued all the way to Anchorage. I once nearly drove a man off the road because I broke a window and threatened to slit his throat with a shard of glass. He kicked me out of his car afterwards, as if he would keep me in it anyway.
When I got to Anchorage, the military was pulling out. I talked to a corporal, and asked him what to do. "Go to Greenwood. They're the last chance you have. Good luck." While I hiked through the wilderness to Greenwood, I had another psychotic episode and nearly drowned in a river after chasing a squirrel. I just.. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed help. I needed SOMEBODY. I went to Greenwood not just to survive. I went to Greenwood to keep myself sane.
What faction do you hope to join? The Bandits.
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