Post by atticus kai on Mar 25, 2017 14:50:36 GMT -5
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[break][attr="class","ilbgdtraits2"]Jason momoa
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PERSONALITY atticus is a good for nothing drunk. he does his watching job well.. but that’s about it. bitter, angry, and slightly pessimistic he can rarely stop himself from dark, drunken humor and breaking or burning whatever he can get his hands on. what a shithead, huh? he’s quick to anger and takes some weird joy in yelling at the colonists. gotta keep them in line somehow, right?[break][break]
he is friendly enough if you can get along with a snarky attitude, and if you bring him some rum. even though he’s kindof an ass, he will still defend the colonists (even though he says he hates them all) and will bravely challenge any beast that dare come their way. for a man with nothing to lose, being a watcher was his calling. he’d prefer a sailor because he loves to swear, but it’s a close second. if you can get emotionally close to him (good luck) you’ll find him one of the fiercest, down to earth and most loyal companions on PE.
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HISTORY atticus grew up in the deserts of Nevada on his dad’s ranch. he loved the freedom, the vastness of land and close knit community. his father was a mechanic and so he followed in his footsteps, working on his first motorcycle at 10 years old. they were best friends, preferring to spend their time together working on projects or causing some trouble in the town a few miles off. atticus was really happy – he was a goofy kid, always cracking some joke so he could see others smile, and would do his best to help others. [break][break]
atticus lost his father to a tragic motorcycle accident – but even then he didn’t lose his zest for life. sent away to the mountains of colorado to live with a distant cousin, he did his best to remain positive. he raced bikes into his adulthood, addicted to adrenaline. atticus was perfectly content to spend the rest of his life like this, until he met chey. [break][break]
she was incredibly intelligent, ambitious, loving, funny, smart ass that kept him in check.. that list was endless. she was a gypsy, traveling with a nomadic group of hippie-like people who belly danced at festivals and faires. he loved her deeply, abandoning the entire life he knew so travel with her on his bike. [break][break]
when the earth was evacuating, on the brink of destruction, they were separated in a ravenous crowd that raced to the last of the shuttles. atticus watched powerlessly as the shuttle took off. he would have jumped down and refused to leave – if her fate was sealed so was his- however military guards sedated him for his thrashes of rage and he awoke on PE a time later, his beloved’s whereabouts completely unknown. guilt ridden, he turned to alcohol. anything to escape this reality, numb his heart. what sick twist of the universe was this, that one of his two small items he chose was a giant bottle of makers mark? coincidental irony. [break][break]
DISTINGUISHING MARKS long beautiful hair and beard, and a cage tattoo on his forearm [break][break]
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[break][break]<<PERSONALITY atticus is a good for nothing drunk. he does his watching job well.. but that’s about it. bitter, angry, and slightly pessimistic he can rarely stop himself from dark, drunken humor and breaking or burning whatever he can get his hands on. what a shithead, huh? he’s quick to anger and takes some weird joy in yelling at the colonists. gotta keep them in line somehow, right?[break][break]
he is friendly enough if you can get along with a snarky attitude, and if you bring him some rum. even though he’s kindof an ass, he will still defend the colonists (even though he says he hates them all) and will bravely challenge any beast that dare come their way. for a man with nothing to lose, being a watcher was his calling. he’d prefer a sailor because he loves to swear, but it’s a close second. if you can get emotionally close to him (good luck) you’ll find him one of the fiercest, down to earth and most loyal companions on PE.
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HISTORY atticus grew up in the deserts of Nevada on his dad’s ranch. he loved the freedom, the vastness of land and close knit community. his father was a mechanic and so he followed in his footsteps, working on his first motorcycle at 10 years old. they were best friends, preferring to spend their time together working on projects or causing some trouble in the town a few miles off. atticus was really happy – he was a goofy kid, always cracking some joke so he could see others smile, and would do his best to help others. [break][break]
atticus lost his father to a tragic motorcycle accident – but even then he didn’t lose his zest for life. sent away to the mountains of colorado to live with a distant cousin, he did his best to remain positive. he raced bikes into his adulthood, addicted to adrenaline. atticus was perfectly content to spend the rest of his life like this, until he met chey. [break][break]
she was incredibly intelligent, ambitious, loving, funny, smart ass that kept him in check.. that list was endless. she was a gypsy, traveling with a nomadic group of hippie-like people who belly danced at festivals and faires. he loved her deeply, abandoning the entire life he knew so travel with her on his bike. [break][break]
when the earth was evacuating, on the brink of destruction, they were separated in a ravenous crowd that raced to the last of the shuttles. atticus watched powerlessly as the shuttle took off. he would have jumped down and refused to leave – if her fate was sealed so was his- however military guards sedated him for his thrashes of rage and he awoke on PE a time later, his beloved’s whereabouts completely unknown. guilt ridden, he turned to alcohol. anything to escape this reality, numb his heart. what sick twist of the universe was this, that one of his two small items he chose was a giant bottle of makers mark? coincidental irony. [break][break]
DISTINGUISHING MARKS long beautiful hair and beard, and a cage tattoo on his forearm [break][break]
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- butterfly knife
- large bottle of makers mark whisky
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- ktm adventure R motorbike, w/ spare parts & tire
- rolling cart with 500 gallons of gasoline (boom)
- 2 beer kegs, 150 gallons of homemade mead
- toolkit - 6 point socket wrench, open ended wrench, torque wrench, hex nut screwdriver, impact driver, rubber mallet, needlenose pliers, tire pressure gauge, 2 pairs rubber gloves, 10 cans wd-40, one plastic funnel, 2 packs of 100 set nails, grunge brush, small towel, 30 zip ties, 1 pack spare fuses, solar powered air compressor, extra wires
- desert eagle 50 cal w/ 800 rounds of ammo and an extra clip
