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Mark “Knight” Corpse

General Information
Full Name: Marrock Valentinez Alkalinella Xifax Sicidabohertz Gombigobilla Blue Stradivari Talentrent Pierre Andri Charton-Haymoss Ivanovici Baldeus George Doitzel Kaiser III Corpse.
Alias(es): Knight.
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Date of Birth: 11/26/1993
Marital Status: Single
Current Home: Pittsburg, now a Wanderer.
Occupation: Marksman/Loner/Badass.
Affiliations: Government/Himself

Apperance: He is a broad man, 5’7 but with a sturdy build. He has short brown hair, cut short from the military but it’s growing out so it’s shaggy as well. He has deep hazel eyes, a strong jaw, high cheek bones and a small nose with pale lips. His normal attire consists of a basic black jacket, it reaches just past his waist and is form fitting but loose around the bottom, like a hoodie, it also has a hood. He wears black cargo pants, with six side pockets, the regular hand pockets, then upper thigh pouch and below kneecap pouch, the style is military and black urban camouflage. He wears fingerless biker gloves, simple black frame glasses and a gasmask, but he is near sighted so that normally isn’t a problem. He has standard issue combat boots, with a single bootknife on the side, as well as being steel toed. Beneath the jacket is a tactical vest, a holster for a pistol, lightweight 20Lbs body armor and three quick pouches for a magazine along with half a dozen other pouches for similar tactical needs. He’s always kept a .50 magnum as a keepsake, it’s holstered on the vest while the pouches contain three magazines for a p226 navy, his main weapon next to the m4 Carbine strapped around his shoulder.

He has a bowie knife that lookes like a mixture of the old western bowie and a military survival knife, along with having a small tube in the handle for varies survival needs, a compass on the bottom and a steel frame around the handle acting like a knuckle duster it’s a very useful knife and its kept on the back of his waist along the length of his belt. His last weapon is more of a memento of his old days, a rusty katana that’s been shown its age, he’s sharpened it but in actual use it would be hard to say how long it has till it breaks. Besides that the rest of his items are kept inside a large backpack similar to standard issue military backpacks. The items inside are mostly canned food and water but also contain a knife sharpening stone, a few hundred feet of wire spool, a small box first aid kit and about 300 rounds of magazine contained ammo for the M4 Carbine which is 60% while 30% is for the P226 Navy and the last 10% is for his .50 caliber Revolver, something he loves very much. He has one last pistol, a colt 1911, he only has one extra clip for it and 8 rounds in the magazine, all of his firearms have multiple attachments. On a side note he has a special taser that’s in the form of brass knuckles, they’re sturdy and can take a beating as well as being water proof and they use a certain type of battery but he has plenty of them. They run about a million volts through the body and can drop anything with a single tap, then imagine him punching something with it turned on, its simply shocking.



About Me

Personality: He’s always loved gun’s and everything about them, the only thing he loves more than guns are swords and knives by extent. From throwing knives to simple shuriken, bowies, katana’s, revolvers, assault rifles and sniper rifles, if it kills he likes it. The only thing he really dislikes is himself and large groups of people. He likes military things, he’s always dreamt of being a Navy SEAL and had studied up on them through the last two years of his highschool career, the first two were all for marines, but he never saw the dream realize but he is an expert tactician and was in ROTC for highschool so he knows leaders arnt born, they’re made. Through most situations he’ll shoot first if they don’t look friendly, and he’s a great shot, using a gun comes naturally for him and he can line up shots easily from half a mile away with just a pistol. He’s also good at aiming at moving targets, even while he’s moving along with a natural talent in the use of knives, swords and fire arms. He’s learned most of what he knows about those three by reading about them on the internet but owns several and he’s just good with them even throwing knives.

He handles most situations with a lack of expression; the only expression is his lack of concern for what’s moving. He can be cold but effective, he knows what he has to do to survive and will do it by any means, when he wants to protect someone he never asks if he can do it, he simply does. He isn’t the fastest or the strongest person around, in fact he was quite lazy before all of this happened, well not lazy but unmotivated and that led to bad habits but he’s grown out of that and his real potential is shining through. He tends to be nicer to females than males, but that’s mostly because you can’t trust a guy living, its better to leave them off dead.

Family Relations: Most are deceased. One brother, in jail so its unknown what happened to him.
Other Significant People: No one to speak of.

Their Story: It all started after school, by after he means when he dropped out of highschool to get a GED. He eventually got it, working at crappy jobs with shitty bosses until he was accepted into the U.S. Marine Corps, where he excelled. He only needed discipline and training to become a better person, in his former environment he was sloppy and lazy but in this one he was at his peak potential. It was a week after basic training and he was in the airport to be shipped off. That’s when tragedy struck, the last thing he remembered was waking up amongst a pile of rubble and dead bodies, everyone around him was dead and the ones that weren’t were soon crushed by the collapsing building. He escaped with his life and the gear he had on, the basic military standard issue gear. He had lost his cell phone in all the commotion but he was making his way home, it wasn’t but a few miles from the airport but he saw the world in ruins.

His house had been destroyed except for his garage and his own bedroom; he grabbed what he could from the rubble of the kitchen, his personal items from his bedroom and his old motorcycle. It wasn’t the best of machines but it worked well and it got great mileage, along with being pretty reliable. He loaded up everything he needed, he could already tell the world was ending; it was actually something he prepared for and set out on his way. With the world falling around him he collected as much stuff as he could from the local grocery stores, food, water, being in converse Texas he found plenty of gun stores and loaded up on the most common type of ammo, for the guns he had. His bike had two large pouches on the back seat along with a some pretty cool green lights underneath it but he stored all of his food and water in those pouches and he had quite a bit in the one the left pouch, nearly two weeks worth of each if he rationed it out and he was by himself which made it much better. The other pouch was filled with enough ammo to raid a military base, with an assortment of .45 caliber pistol ammo and the 5.56 rounds used in the m4 and a small amount of .50 caliber revolver rounds. He strapped on three of those red canisters for fuel, on the back part of the pouch, secured it nice and tight as well and put whatever else he needed in the backpack on his back.

He was fully geared but that was only the easy part, the hard part was getting anywhere safe, gangs, other survivors and probably zombies but probably not, would be lurking around here somewhere just waiting to snatch up supplies but he made it out of that god forsaken place in one piece and now really he’s just wandering around, he heard Pittsburg was nice, or anywhere near the coast so that’s where he was heading, on a workhorse of a motorcycle with enough supplies to get him anywhere.

Talents: He’s a good fighter, he’s excellent with guns, knives and swords and practices combat jujitsu, as well as being good at strategy games and a persuasive talker.
Hobbies: He can see how pieces would fit together, like in making something but his only real hobby is practicing with a bladed weapon and shooting an airsoft pistol.