User:Groundpounder
Basic Info
Location: Malton
Level: 4
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 no longer wears his fatigues, and instead dons a black long-sleeved shirt, black trousers and steel toe-capped boots. He is also known to keep his set of blood-flecked Fort Creedy dog-tags on his person at all times.
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
- Shotgun Training
- Hand-to-Hand Combat
- Free Running
History and Current Status
Pre-Outbreak
Long ago, Shawn Scribner was a devout catholic priest who enlisted in the army and held regular services at Fort Creedy. Scribner earned the nickname Groundpounder on account of his surprising eagerness to join in a fight, claiming that "A shepherd must tend to his flock".
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 weeks shambling about, getting shot or stabbed by anyone he approached.
He has since been revivified, and is still roving, hunt those who prey on the weak.
Recent Activity
|
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. |
