Osheen Mort
General Information
Full Name: Osheen Mort
Alias(es): Mort
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Date of Birth: April 3, 1995
Marital Status: Single
Current Home:A sailboat anchored in the Bahamas.
Occupation: Scavenger
IQ: 134
About Me
Personality: He is a very naturally laid back, almost lazy, in some cases. He is very easygoing, he prefers to go with the flow, and despite his fighting skills, he would rather find a way around it. He calls himself very mellow. Most of the time he spends fixing his boat and scavenging supplies.
Even if he was angered, he tends to do nothing much but shrug or sigh. However, if it ever escalates past that point, he becomes slightly maniacal, with laughing and such, but it just a bad reaction to anger. He really isn't going to do much about it. He just kind of finds it funny, in a twisted way. If it escalates further, he's not afraid to harm you and protect himself.
Family Relations:
Father - David Mort {Deceased}
Mother - Lana Mort {Deceased}
My Story: Osheen was born into a family of sailors during there circumnavigation of The Americas. He grew up traveling on his parents boat, visiting the most exotic Islands that where only accessible by boat. Because he never stayed in one place very long he never made many friends. Because of this his parents bought him a 41 Gulfstar at the age of 15, and sent him to circumnavigate the globe by boat. On his return he would become the youngest person to ciavigate the globe.
His schooling was done at an accelerated rate, so by the time he began circumnavigating the globe he'd already finished high school. After his journey, he and his parents would sail down to the Bahamas for six months of the year and spend the rest in England. His parents meant the world to him and he hoped to sail with them till he found someone to sail with him. Sadly just after his 18th birthday and about two weeks before the start of the apocalypse, they died in a car accident.
During the early months of the rapture he headed down to the Bahamas on his boat in hopes that it would be a safe place to wait out the storm. During his second week there, a group of pirates attacked his vessel, luckily he'd had a large enough stock of frozen fish and information on several wrecked cargo ships that in the end they'd just traded him a few guns and been on there way. Last week several of his contacts had gone silent after pirate attacks, realizing it wasn't safe he hauled anchor and headed back to Florida in search of friendlier survivors.
{{ I hate writing back stories, there never very inspired.}}
Talents:
- Weapons expert
- Sailor
- Electrician
- Sail boat mechanic
Hobbies: Sailing, fishing and reading.
~Saiytanya
