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Dr Eddie Ashford
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WELCOME...
to Dr Eddie Ashford's user page. Please use the block to the right for navigating round my pages. Leave a message on my talk page, or visit my group's page. But since you are here, you'll probably wanna know a bit of information about me. Well, what are you waiting for....


....Start scrolling down. :)






Dr Eddie Ashford
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Joined 2007-09-02 @ 17:16:18
Character Profile Dr Eddie Ashford
Inactive Characters Ryan Ashwood
Victor 'X
Group Umbrella Corporation
Urban Occupation Scientist // Healer //Reviver
Player Timezone GMT


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This user is Scottish.


Introduction

Where to start... Well, I've been an active UD player since September '07 and on the wiki here a few months later. Besides my primary character, I also had another pro-survivor character - Ryan Ashwood and a zombie character - Victor 'X, but I have since set them aside due to me not having any more use for them. I tend to go pro-survivor, seeing as the idea of surviving a zombie apocalypse seems too good to pass up, but I don't hesitate to get a few licks in when I've been killed and become a zombie.

About Me...

  • Male, 20 years old.
  • Generally quite a nice guy.
  • I have many likes in life - F1 and Pepperoni pizza are 2 of them.
  • Into games, especially the Grand Theft Auto titles. I'll play anything really, but I don't play online. Mainly because I don't have an Xbox, or a PS3.
  • From Scotland. I'm also 100% Scottish, so that means I'm not half this or half that.
  • Operating on Windows Vista (my laptop came preloaded). And I've upgraded to Internet Explorer 8.


On the Wiki...

  • I like to help out where I can. Usually mundane stuff, like categorising and such. PWP! member.
  • I also help out the newbies, through Project Welcome. I've lost count of how many WN's I've made.
  • I don't mind helping out on big projects. I helped out with this year's Suburb Group Massacre, and I've also done some of my own too. (See here).
  • I can be found around the admin pages quite often, participating in the odd discussion or sysop//bureaucrat votings.
  • I've got a bad habit of changing my wiki page a lot. You have be warned...

Eddie Ashford

A cold wind in the air. Torched and ruined buildings as far as the eye could see. In a dark alley between an abandoned NecroTech facility and factory, a young man stood downing a bottle of Jack Daniels. He breathed heavily, trying to hold back the tears swelling in his eyes. He wore a white tattered and blood-soaked lab coat, a black short-sleeved shirt, blue jeans and a blood-flecked pair of black shoes. At his side sat a holstered Glock 44, a Sawed-off Double Barrel shotgun was strapped across his back and in his belt, a much used combat knife. He held in his hand a wrinkled and slightly blood-flecked picture of a young brunette woman smiling back at him. You can see the man's hands start to shake as tears poured from his eyes. His name was Eddie. A groaning nearby made him quickly dry up his tears and tuck away the photo. A tattered zombie was approaching him from down the alley, it came groaning towards him. Eddie drew his Glock and unloaded the entire mag on the zombie, blowing bits of its arms off. His final shot hit right between the eyes and blew part of the zombie's head off in the process. It slumped to the ground in a heap, but he wasn't sure if it was dead and didn't want to stick around to find out. He stood a moment and took a deep breath to calm his nerves before reloading his Glock with a spare magazine from his pocket. He finished off his bottle of Jack Daniels before throwing it at the zombie. He then walked around the corner to a nearby black Mustang.. his. Igniting the engine into life he tore off down the street, running down any zombies that got in his way. He arrived at an abandoned warehouse and pulled into its garage. He quietly pulled down its metal door so as to not draw attention to himself before climbing the stairs to a small room. An old bed sat on one side while, near the door sat an old couch. Pushing the couch in front of the door, Eddie walked over, layed down on the bed and tried to sleep. He barely slept anymore. But then, how could he? What with the zombie infestation, and the knowledge that somewhere, his fiancé roamed the streets... as one of them.

Eddie must have gotten some sleep as he opened his eyes to see a few rays of sunlight glare through the window. Rolling out of bed, he picked up another bottle of Jack Daniels he brought up from his car. He took a swig and placed it in the pocket of his lab jacket he had just put back on. His Glock was always at his side and the Sawed-off Double Barrel shotgun was once again strapped across his back. Pulling the couch away from the door, he left the room and walked down the stairs to where his Mustang sat. He filled the tank with a spare fuel can from the trunk before opening the garage door. He looked around for signs of zeds but there weren't any that he could see so he walked back, jumped into his car and started the engine. He roared out onto the streets, stopping momentarily to close the garage door again before getting back into the car and pulling off down the street. Thoughts of his fiancé filled his head.. not knowing what had happened to her, he hoped she was safe somewhere and longed to see her again. He slowed the car to a halt, something had caught his attention. It was graffiti someone had sprayed on the side of a building. It read: join the Umbrella Corporation followed by instructions on where to find them. He set off down the street because he had finally found a group that could help him.