Post by Fridge on Dec 18, 2010 21:32:16 GMT -5
Full name } whannell james davidson
Aliases } whann, ell, jammy james
Species } hunter
Age } nineteen. september the fifth, 1991
Weight } 120 pounds
Height } 6'1"
Build } slim without much excess 'baggage.'
Strengths }
- JUMPING FO SHO
- clawing your face off
- tipping boomers
Weaknesses }
- yo momma
- grenades
- shotguns
Quirks }
- whannell has a recurring fetish/crush for witches and common infected females
- he will hardly go near a hospital or sewers, his nose sensitive to scents, but also to the boomers that wallow in the halls of filth.
- whannell soon became attached to his friends, such as vince and his other zombtastic heroes.
Injuries } whannell still holds a deep gash along his right leg, but has soon been taped over from the last encounter with a human's knife.
Scars } n/a
Appearance } whannell haz purdy blu orbz & long clawz wif red nail polishez. he haz rainbow wingz that are 5665678 feat long and are liek a unicornz. he is vury purdy k? k.
whether his most striking attribute was the green and silver toned skin that plagued most of his body, or the blood splatter in spots across his lips and face, no one could deny whannell was the oddest of the bunch. he'd regularly fit in with the other hunters, but still wasn't very welcomed in their circus like rings. his nails were long, developed into heaving claws much like the witch's calloused hands, the bone black and raw under the grime of scaling walls in his adventures after survivors. he is proclaimed to be single and disease free on his sweatshirt, the gray and black patterns taped to his arms only to allow him flight if he does dare leap a group of those nasty humans. whatever he was now, he couldn't call himself such. he wears a checkered purple t-shirt, the cloth worn but safely hidden under the secured sweater. his hair is layered over his forehead and his prominent, gold eyes. the tips of the jagged fringe are a earthen pigment of brown, leading into a flaming pumpkin orange, and the main hue a red-brown. blood bathed his face, the splatter a deep carmine around his lips and on the silver duct tape around his arms. unlike some others he socialized with during the infection, he needn't not tape his jeans at the ankles, being rough but like skin against his legs.
Personality } even in his current life as a stumbling zombie, he holds these capricious features. an unmanageable, and a wayward son to his former parents and siblings, he was described as nothing but such. as a hunter, he prefers walking on two legs rather than like an animal that dwells in the dirt, holding still a shred of his dignity. it served as a better cover against the survivors too, the humans not one of his interests. being a deviant character indeed, he enjoys tipping boomers and watching them try to roll to their feet, groaning all the while. however, witch scarin' and baiting was the skills only a master like he could hold. barbaric, adherent, and evasive could only match whannell perfectly; he can be like a lion after his gazelle when feasting off rotten corpses, not willing to share his scarce source of food, or a supportive follower that may include himself in other matters too long.
