User:Visible One/Characters

My characters, in detail, go here. I'll be including yet more information as time goes on.

Running around:

A lunatic - Mike LeGrande;

A MAHB zambah (BARHAH.)

An old rotter - Iblis Diabolica

An old and rather cynical survivor - Leon Argos;

The Private - Private Helmsloser;

Sitting down:

A young and romantic axeman survivor - Mister Colourado

A survivor in two minds - Twofaced Jim Turner;

A paranoiac - he's so paranoid I can't even put his profile here.

The other Private - Private Pubic;

A quote from a Denis Leary song.

The up:

Iblis Diabolica started life as a feral, then went dual-nature, then turned survivor with the Know Nothings. Went back to being a feral, then stayed a corpse on the ground underneath some bushes for a while. Then joined a small horde ¯\(°_o)/¯ and conducted some carols in Tapton, before he wandered off and found a new snack bar. Then he heard about Escape and was furious that anyone should actually attempt to leave Malton, but got lost and ended up in New Arkham, where he joined the third Big Bash. He is, inexplicably, once again alive.

The MAHB Zambah was a full-grown rotted zambah, rolling with the deadliest horde in Malton, and carrying the title of Corsairs Boatswain proudly to the end of his days. At some point he was torn asunder and only his torso, left arm, and head are in control, along with his phone book. His claws may be blunt and his flesh may be weak but his brain has the ROT and he treasures his horde.

Mike LeGrande is a madman with a knife and a complete disregard for whether his victims stand up outside, or right back where they fell. A chatty sort, he took his Red Rum coat and his knife to the Herbert building for a last resolution with his fellows and friends in the PKA, grateful to the Philosophe Knights for leading the strike.

Leon Argos found a survivor group he liked and followed them across Malton before he 404'd and returned to his ancestral home, his first calling - Josephine General Hospital. There's always a General around Josephine's.

Private Helmsloser ran away from his old base of operations in a fit of sheer terror after a run-in with some zombies who ate his holiday house; he joined a bounty and cheater hunting group with blackjack and hookers, served a tour of duty with them, and then retired due to nerves.

The resting:

Private Pubic was last seen insisting that they got his name wrong on his dogtags and trying to protect his nominal home.

Mister Colourado rests holding tightly the hand of the girl he adores where they protected their home. Fun fact: He was tagged as a PKer by a generator smashing squirrel he once threw out a window.

The Denis Leary lyric is sampling DNA and searching for first aid kits.

The survivor in two minds has vanished without trace.

The paranoiac is holed up God only knows where, in a secret basement lined with lead and tinfoil.