User:Troutman
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Profile
Gender: Male
Age: Mid-30's.
Surfaced in Malton: October 22nd, 2005
Current Status: Tired.
Current Sightings: In the vicinity of Marven Mall in South Blythville.
History
Before the outbreak, Brad Troutman owned a fly fishing pro-shop (the only one in Malton) located on the second floor of The Curley Building in Dartside, and was also a volunteer fireman working out of the Kebby Street Fire Station in that suburb as well.
On the day of the outbreak, he was partying at the Whitmarsh Arms with several members of the RAWK alliance, who had gathered in Malton for a get-together and a weekend of drunken revelry. When the zombies came, Troutman stayed in Malton, having no family elsewhere and driven by the desire to protect his business.
He rapidly figured out that protecting one's business is a noble concept when the threat is human looters or a fire. Zombies, on the other hand, just want to break things and eat your cerebellum. He still occasionally visits the building to try and re-board the windows up as best as possible. There is a sign hanging in one window that says "Scratch-and-dent fly fishing gear sale - everything 75% off retail price!" Troutman is not sure if his insurance will cover the damages if and when Malton rejoins the rest of the world.
After realizing the futility of trying to keep his store intact, Troutman began wandering Malton seeking a purpose. He found it in South Blythville with the Blythville Gang, and is one of its founding members. He still keeps contact with the few remaining members of RAWK.
Troutman is a good friend of Groans McCoy and is often the butt of his jokes, which he endures with a wry smile. He is frequently found near fellow RAWKers Blayde X and his cop friend Mcbride, and will back them up in whatever they do. He is not on good terms with the RAWKer known as McTrout (for reasons unknown, and neither will say), and generally makes sure to keep his distance from him, their common cause notwithstanding. Few people have ever seen the two within several blocks of each other.
Physically, Troutman is fairly unremarkable. At 6'4" and a lean 200 pounds (maybe a bit less, given the lack of a decent meal in Malton nowadays), he is quick and stronger than he appears. His blond hair is usually covered in a layer of dust, which makes him look older than he is. Troutman is a calm sort, who speaks in a low voice all the time, as if expecting zombies to overhear anything louder than a murmur.
As level-headed a survivor as you can expect to find in the hell that is Malton, Troutman can usually be found at the forefront of the barricades. In a large-scale battle he is more likely to quietly keep piling furniture in the breach and healing the wounded rather than standing atop the barricades raining bullets down on the undead. Generally he is a soothing presence and capable of being a great leader when he commits himself to doing so (which is very rare). Adamantly rejecting the idea that he's any kind of heroic, Troutman will stand and fight only as long as it seems he can continue to help his fellow survivors. He has escaped several mall sieges, rather than going down fighting, to return a few days later with a duffel-bag full of syringes.
Working with the Blythville Gang, Troutman seeks the day when Malton is zombie-free -- and plans to make sure that as many people as can be are saved along the way.
