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Username: GigaWraith Character Name: William "Vittles" McGough Nickname: Bill, Vittles Sexual Orientation: (Zod knows why you need to know this) Straight Age: 59 Inventory: Rucksack containing: 1 handle Jack-Daniels, 1 sawed-off 12-gauge shotgun, box of 100 shells (buckshot), 1 M14, 10 additional cartridges, 1 .45 Colt M1911A1 Pistol, 7 additional magazines, 1 combat knife, 1 spade, 1 crowbar, 1 first-aid kit, MREs (Meals Ready to Eat), 1 tactical vest, 1 bullet belt. Likes: Guns, younger women, whiskey, Herman Melville novels, and a home-cooked meal. Dislikes: Commies, heathens, hippies, gays, and being told what to do. Bio: Bill had a fairly average life growing up. Raised by a middle-class, mildly religious family in Austin, Texas. That all changed when he heard about the war in Vietnam. So in 1968, a seventeen-year-old William ran away from home and enlisted in the Navy. Naturally, he lied about his age. Before anyone could blink, he was a SEAL out running black-ops missions for the good old U.S. of A. Everything seemed fine until in 1974, when he went berzerk on a superior officer for a comment that was made about his mother. Bill had beaten the officer within an inch of his life. A deal was made for a dishonorable discharge and no prison time, though the circumstances of the deal were less than transparent. He returned to the States in October of 1975 to find that his mother (his only living relative) was found dead two years prior in the alley behind a reputable whore house. With no place to go, Bill was forced to live on the street, where he developed a severe addiction to methamphetamines. It wasn't until 1982 that humble priest found him and taught him the word of the lord and turned him from his self-destructive ways. Bill found god, got clean, and began to teach the word himself, mostly on a downtown street corner with a sandwich sign covered in various proverbs. In 1987, with mounting feelings of paranoia, Bill was diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder and minor to moderate schizophrenia, assumed to be an after-effect of all those years of meth abuse. Shortly after his diagnosis, a local bank was robbed at gunpoint, resulting in a shootout in which one police officer was killed and several more were injured. Bill was the prime suspect. Now thirty-six years of age, he fled into the woods, taking with him a small group of Mexican immigrants which he paid to build him a log cabin (which sat on a two and a half acre bunker) on a remote hillside. None of those immigrants have been heard from since. From then, he he began stockpiling guns and ammunition along with a slew of other oddities, silently awaiting the day that the government would come to "steal his brain". However, when he saw the news that the world had fallen to some crazy disease, he happily emerged from his mountain and headed back to civilization to "cleanse the world of devils come to walk the earth". Appearance:
GigaWraith · Wed Sep 29, 2010 @ 08:51am · 0 Comments |
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