User:Groundpounder

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Basic Info

Location: Currently in Southern Malton

Level: 24

Class: Military

UD ID: http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=700124

Physical Description

Groundpounder is a caucasian male of average build. He stands one hundred and seventy-five (175) centimetres tall and weighs eighty-eight (88) kilograms. His hair is shaved down to bare skin, and his eyes are a steely green. He is physically fit and active, and he has a muscular frame. Groundpounder has a long red braided goatee, as well as a large scar running from his right temple to his jaw.

Usually Wearing

Groundpounder quit wearing military fatigues years ago, and has ossed aside his priestly vestments seeing no benefit in helping the shambling, stupid masses (both living and dead). He usually garbs himself in black, these days preferring to don the uniform of a Black Templar who fell under his axe in Yagoton.

Common Equipment

Groundpounder's equipment often includes, but is not limited to; a GPS unit, several first aid kits, a few bottles of wine and a pair of binoculars. Being from a military background, he has gathered an assortment of firearms, including four pistols and four shotguns. For melee combat, he keeps a combat knife and a fireaxe. For added protection, he wears a flak jacket underneath his clothing. Finally, he keeps an odd-looking notebook with him at all times.

Group

No affilations, at the moment.

Current Skills

• Basic Firearms Training
• Pistol Training

• Advanced Pistol Training

• Shotgun Training

• Advanced Shotgun Training

• Hand-to-Hand Combat

• Knife Combat
• Axe Proficiency

• Free Running

• Scout Safehouse

• NecroTech Employment

• Lab Experience

• First Aid

• Diagnosis

• Shopping

Bargain Hunting

• Body Building

• Construction

• Radio Operation

• Headshot

• Vigour Mortis

• Memories of Life

• Lurching Gait

Ankle Grab

History and Current Status

The Outbreak

On the second of November, 2006, Groundpounder's platoon was sent via chopper to Osmondville to evacute civillians. There was a malfunction in the controls. Losing altitude, the crew bailed out of the chopper, finding themselves alone in hostile territory.

Groundpounder never found anyone else from his platoon. He survived in Osmondville, holing himself up in the abandoned Clive Auto Repair Shop.

After months of living like this, Groundpounder moved northwest and joined up with the Black Berets, a hodgepodge group of Military personnel; lost, like himself. Making good use of their training, he learned how to survive in the city, taking in other lost members of the flock.

During the end of this period, Groundpounder was caught outside by a horde of zombies storming through the suburb: He was Infected.

He spent nearly two months shambling about, getting shot or stabbed by anyone he approached.

He was finally revivified by a passerby while swaying in place in a cemetery. Something happened to him in his state of un-death, he no longer wears his vestments, and no longer tends to the heard of sheep. He is a wolf now, hunting down weaklings and thriving on the thrill of the kill.

Recent Activity

Groundpounder hunts anyone he wishes, and will even take contract hits.

	Axe Crazy
	This user has an axe. Do not cross them.

	Shotgun-Wielding Maniac
	This user will blast your ass.

	Weapon of Choice
	This user's weapon of choice is his Fire Axe.