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➣ General

Name: Timothy Shepard

Age: 26

Gender: Male

➣ Stats:
(8 to distribute)

STR:

DEX:

INTL: □□□□□

SOC: □□□

➣ Personal:

Personality:
[Soft spoken | Clever | Intellectual ]

[Narcissistic | Prideful | Easily bored ]

Though a romantic poet in the way he holds and behaves himself, the years of being held upwards as an esteemed childe of an important founder of a beatnik movement has given Timothy a rather large ego. He prides himself both on looks and intelligence, allowing others to become obsessed and swayed by his gentle manner of speaking and eloquent words. At least, that's what he had done as a college student, and before the world went to complete shit in a hand basket. Or whatever the phrase was called.

Biography:

Born and raised Parisian, it was of no surprise to anyone how much of an intellectual Shepard had grown to be. Not only this, but he had been a son of an influential figure no less, a public speaker and artist who's creativity was surely passed genetically somehow into her progeny.

Now, however, Timothy found himself stranded in Los Angeles, California, with a degree in poetry and a wrench far him to swing himself in the middle of a zombie pandemic. Shit sucks!

Eventually he at least found himself a caravan of folks kind enough to let him on even with his lack of useful skills at the end of the world, and thats how he found himself here- at the Indigo apartments of Cherry Falls. Farming pumpkins and weed for sweet old Lesbian ladies. Really, as far as apocalypse scenarios go, he thinks he hit the jackpot.

Likes:
+Poetry
+Smokey cafes
+Bossa Nova and Jazz
+Coffee with far too much milk and sugar to call it coffee anymore.
+The nice Lesbian faction who let him stay at their fort.

Dislikes:
+Traffic, not that there's much of it anymore.
+Harsh sounds
+The ill advised tattoo of an ex lover's initials on his wrist
+Being second hand hotboxed by the nice Lesbians at the apartments

Personal Inventory: A Jackson Kerouac book that's been beat to hell, an old hairtie and bandanna he's held on to that doesn't belong to him, Cracked reading glasses

Extra Information:
-Gemini
-Poet. Regrets not studying to become a doctor.
-Actually pretty happy with his current situation, all things considered.
-Misses annoying little things from normal life

➣ RP Information

Style: Paragraph

Location: U.S

Timezone: CST
Extra: bro i am jus standing here i am just s

Description

➣ General

Name: Timothy Shepard

Age: 26

Gender: Male

➣ Stats:
(8 to distribute)

STR:

DEX:

INTL: □□□□□

SOC: □□□

➣ Personal:

Personality:
[Soft spoken | Clever | Intellectual ]

[Narcissistic | Prideful | Easily bored ]

Though a romantic poet in the way he holds and behaves himself, the years of being held upwards as an esteemed childe of an important founder of a beatnik movement has given Timothy a rather large ego. He prides himself both on looks and intelligence, allowing others to become obsessed and swayed by his gentle manner of speaking and eloquent words. At least, that's what he had done as a college student, and before the world went to complete shit in a hand basket. Or whatever the phrase was called.

Biography:

Born and raised Parisian, it was of no surprise to anyone how much of an intellectual Shepard had grown to be. Not only this, but he had been a son of an influential figure no less, a public speaker and artist who's creativity was surely passed genetically somehow into her progeny.

Now, however, Timothy found himself stranded in Los Angeles, California, with a degree in poetry and a wrench far him to swing himself in the middle of a zombie pandemic. Shit sucks!

Eventually he at least found himself a caravan of folks kind enough to let him on even with his lack of useful skills at the end of the world, and thats how he found himself here- at the Indigo apartments of Cherry Falls. Farming pumpkins and weed for sweet old Lesbian ladies. Really, as far as apocalypse scenarios go, he thinks he hit the jackpot.

Likes:
+Poetry
+Smokey cafes
+Bossa Nova and Jazz
+Coffee with far too much milk and sugar to call it coffee anymore.
+The nice Lesbian faction who let him stay at their fort.

Dislikes:
+Traffic, not that there's much of it anymore.
+Harsh sounds
+The ill advised tattoo of an ex lover's initials on his wrist
+Being second hand hotboxed by the nice Lesbians at the apartments

Personal Inventory: A Jackson Kerouac book that's been beat to hell, an old hairtie and bandanna he's held on to that doesn't belong to him, Cracked reading glasses

Extra Information:
-Gemini
-Poet. Regrets not studying to become a doctor.
-Actually pretty happy with his current situation, all things considered.
-Misses annoying little things from normal life

➣ RP Information

Style: Paragraph

Location: U.S

Timezone: CST
Extra: bro i am jus standing here i am just s