User:Groans McCoy
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Profile
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Surfaced in Malton: October 23nd, 2005
Current Status: Mortal, but hardly 'mere'.
Current Sightings: In the vicinity of Gee Avenue in South Blythville.
History
Mike 'Groans' McCoy was an Army medic during Operation Desert Storm, stationed at an in-country hospital. Aside from a few mortar shellings, he never saw combat first-hand. After retiring, he got a job in Malton as an EMT, driving an ambulance for one of the city's hospitals. Because of his name and occupation, the grunts in Iraq called him 'Bones.' As a play on words, his friend McTrout took to calling him 'Groans,' after the feeding call of the zombie horde, and the bleakly humorous moniker stuck.
Groans is a fairly small guy, 28 years old and only 5'8" tall, probably less than 150 pounds. He has a mousy mop of brown hair (barbershops rarely taking appointments these days). He wore contacts before Contagion Day; now he gets by with the glasses he never used to wear in public. They're held together by medical tape, at this point. Not very fond of uniforms after his stint in Iraq, he's ditched his EMT uniform for a heavy leather jacket (not a trenchcoat!), jeans and a t-shirt, and work-boots. He carries a worn duffel bag that is usually chock-full of first-aid kits, syringes, and gas cans; he usually is not very heavily armed.
While not a coward, McCoy is never going to be mistaken for a hero; he firmly believes that staying on the move is the best way to stay alive. Nonetheless, he has friends in the Blythville Gang and RAWK, and is not about to leave them hanging. He can usually be found patching up the city's wounded or sneaking up on swaying zombies with a syringe in his sweaty hands.
One notable exception to Groans' policy of self-preservation is his attitude towards death cultists like the Dark Order of Armageddon. He has been known to throw caution to the wind and attack such deranged maniacs with nothing but a fire-axe. It is unknown why he hates them so irrationally, as he has never been killed by one of them.
Groans covers up his fear and paranoia with a non-stop stream of sarcasm and jokes; even in a situation like this, laughter could be the best medicine of all.
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