User:Smades

DESCRIPTION

Tall and athletically built, Smades long ago shed the extra weight
that he carried before the outbreak. His "uniform" consists of
comfortable street clothes (usually trainers, jeans and a t-shirt)
and his trademark black hooded sweatshirt. The back of the
sweatshirt bears his skull & scroll logo and down the right arm
are a series of home-made patches from the various groups he has
travelled with during his stint in Malton.

PHILOSOPHY

Smades has always been a good natured fella' and even the dead rising
has done nothing to sour his mood or trample his sense of humor.
Much of his time since the outbreak has been spent with pro-survivor
groups, doing what he can to fight back the zombie menace and make
Malton a better place.

Now, after being mercilessly gunned down and having his treaured
Xbox stolen Smades' focus has gone from urban reclaimation to
vengence. It's bad enough that there are zombies out there but
humans killing other humans (and taking their video game systems)?
Well, that's a problem that is in need of a solution.

BACKGROUND

Before the outbreak and subsequent quarantine Smades was living
the bachelor high life, working as a graphic designer for one of
Malton's premier magazines. As far as lifestyles went our boy
Smades seemed to have things on lock-down. Then the infection
struck.

With the power to Malton cut and its citizenry struggling to avoid
the undead menace the need for fancy ads and mad desktop publishing
skills became nonexistent. Never one to sit back and twiddle his
thumbs, Smades buckled down and began the slow and painful process
of training his mind and body. He would do everything in his power
to become the kind of citizen Malton would require if it were ever
again to become a civilized metropolis capable of sustaining not
only one graphic designer but human beings of all occupations!
Plus, if Smades ever hoped to get his Xbox working again someone
was going to need to get the power back on.

Years went by during which time Smades tavelled with a number of
pro-survivors groups. Malls were retaken, hordes turned back and
a good time was had by all. Having done what he considered "his share"
Smades settled down in a nice lit corner of Malton with his treasured
Xbox, content to retire in peace and quiet.

Then one night, during a marathon session of Halo that peace was
disrupted. The door to his apartment splintered and through the
wreckage stepped three men, their faces obscurred by Halloween
masks. Smades stood up from his lounge chair and before he could
get out a single word he was met with a shotgun blast to his chest.
He flew backwards landing on his glass coffee table, shattering it.
The villians stepped over his body, laughing as his last breaths
left his body as quiet moans. Smades' eyes grew heavy, the edges
of his vision tinged with crimson. Just as they began to close he
got one last look at his attackers as they finished unhooking his
Xbox from the television!

As is typically the case in Malton, it was not long before Smades
stood, his body having assumed room temprature. He shambled out
the apartment building, crashing down numerous flights of stairs,
before eventually being found and revived by a good samaritan.
When he regained consciousness Smades knew that going back to
the apartment was useless without his beloved Xbox. No, the
time for sitting aorund in his underwear playing video games was
over...there was scum to hunt.

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