User:Killy Mcboomstick

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Killy Mcboomstick (Killian Anderson)

Killy's always been a little bit of a strange one. He was quiet, kept to himself, didn't bother anyone, planned the murder of practically everyone he knew, the usual really. Before the outbreak he worked in an office, he can't remember where. He can remember killing someone there when the first zeds came storming in, and it was glorious.

Harry, who was Killy's immediate superior, had pushed one of the poor secretaries, Killy believed her name was Kalisha, into the path of the oncoming zombies and fled for the stairs. Killy followed slowly, the horde was busy after all, and if he was to die that day, what did it matter? As he approached the doors he picked up a nearby paper weight, some tacky glitter covered souvenir that someone had brought to work to show some character in the office. As he walked into the stairway Killy could hear the running footsteps of Harry come charging back up.

"Killian? Is that you? Oh thank god someone else got out. Those... those things, they're everywhere! What the hell are we going to do? What are we going to..." It was at this point that Killy, smiling just a little, pushed poor Harry down the stairs. There was a sharp crack as it appeared as if Harry had broken something on the way down the first flight. He lay there, staring at Killy as he approached, slowly, weighing the paper weight in his hand. "What... what the hell are you doing? Oh god it hurts, you... you bastard! What the hell..."

"Shut up, Harry, Just. Shut. Up."

Killy left the office building, with Harry's rapidly cooling blood covering his clothes. It wasn't long until the zombies found him, lured by the scent of it. Killy died that day, as a consequence much of his memory from before the outbreak has been somewhat corroded. He's not even sure of his own name any more, patching what he calls himself together from fragments of memory. He now gives himself entirely to his whims, which usually revolve around blood. The sight of it excites him for some reason, he's not sure why.

Appearance

Killy stands at around 5"10, with longish black hair and mismatched eyes, one brown the other Green. He's not particularly muscular, though running from both the zombies and those that still try to enforce the law round the devasted city does tend to keep a guy in shape. Whatever clothes he's wearing at any given time are usually unrecognisable, since they're just a patchwork of different colours of stains. He's also started smoking since the outbreak started, something else that he's not sure why... it was an impulse really. Although he doesn't always remember that he smokes and is sometimes surprised to find packets of ciggarettes in the bag he carries.

The weapons he carries vary as to his mood, he's rarely without a blade of some kind at the very least, though mainly it's things that go "BANG" that he likes best, though they only tend to stay with him as long as there's ammo for them. Once they stop going "BANG" they are simply discarded. Reloading is not something that's ever really occured to him. As a consequence he'll pick anything of this nature up if he should happen across it, and then test it on the nearest person. If it fails to go "BANG" it's discarded and another of his toys is tested. One of his favourite memories is someone lying in front of him while he discards gun after gun trying to find one that will end the lovely game he's been playing with them.

	Malton Murder Award Winner
	This User or Group came first in their category for a Maltie, as announced to the good citizens of Ackland!

‎	Player Killer
	"One kills a man, one is an assassin; one kills millions, one is a conqueror; one kills everybody, one is a god." This user is a PKer and supports the act of Player Killing.