Post by vekeltheman on Mar 5, 2016 3:32:18 GMT -5
Character Name: Grant Lenore Gippard
Nickname(s): Gip, Gippy
Race: Ghoul
Sex: Male
Age: 244 (38 at bomb drop)
Birthplace: Spokane, Washigton
Height: 6'
Weight: 173
Eye Color: blue
Hair Color: thinning/falling out but mostly covers by hat
Hair Style: close crew cut (until the skin on his scalp fell off)
Facial Hair: well groomed mustache
Skin Color: mixes of peachy-white red and little green.
Build: strong body built for endurance ( hours of hard labor)
Distinguishing Features: crooked wild smile and miss his left eyebrow.
Profession: Before the war: professional wild lands firefighter.
After the war: Prospector, Hunter, guide.
Skills: Firearms, Survival
Training: Wild lands firefighting, marksmanship, small amounts of Melee combat training, basic outdoor survival skills
Other Abilities: high spirits and good optimism, total card shark.
Apparel: red expired hard hat with goggles (not always on), yellow flame retardant NYMEX long sleeve shirt, green flame retardant cargo pants, composite toe work boots and a once white bandana wrapped around his neck.
Weaponry: Pulaski (half axe-half adze),Model 1855 .44 colt revolving rifle, 7" homemade bowie knife.
Other Equipment: leather gloves, compass, 3 two liter water bottles, hanging filter (long since expired), heavy duty fire back pack, assorted bit of flint bone and leather and an old unopened can of chewing tobacco, small assorted medical supplies.
Affiliation: At this moment none, but looking for work
Religious Belief: Mormon
Sexual Preference: Women
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Grant is a tried and true hemming way man. Before he lost most of his skin he had a tattoo on the inside of his arm saying " Id rather die in my boots than spend a day in a suit", he loves life and tries to take advantage of every pleasure he can. He's loyal, hardworking, and very cooky guy (trying spending 100 years alone in the woods). He loves telling long winded stories about dangerous fires and often forgets where he was the middle of it. Yet he's brave (not to a fault) the kind of man who fears death but doesn't fear dying, feeling most alive on the edge of the blaze.
The year was 2025, Grant L. Gippard was sitting at a look out tower near the fire station while the rest of the crew were thinning out a forest nearby. It was a slow day and Grant drew the short end of the stick. He gripped sitting up their, wanting badly to do real work with his hands Thats when the alarms sounded. Grant new about the international tensions and the battles already fought, but he never thought he'd hear that alarm sound. He ran back to the station and hide in the small bunker bellow the ground built years ago. He hid and he waited, but no one showed. Moments later what felt like an earth quake shook the whole room. It was loud, hot and then it was dark. When grant woke up he when to look for his friends. He found piece of them burned to a crisp outside.
Filled with survivors guilt Grant stayed in that station for weeks, months even. Testing the radio and tending to the makeshift graves of his fallen crew mates. With all the trucks destroyed grant sent out west with all his gear, including a small 20" chainsaw hoping to find some else out their. As he walk through he found a few small settlements to do some odd jobs here and there but he realized the world had just set the reset button and everything he knew was gone. It was when his hair started to fall out that he new something was wrong. Cuts an scraps wouldn't heal and his skin started to peel back, bit by bit. I took a while for the flesh to smell of rot but when it did, no one wanted him near them. Ashamed and broken grant ran south west for moths until he came to the cascades mountains of Oregon. There he set up a life for him self, along his travels he can across an old rifle and started hunting to survive. He had done a bit of that before. But over the years grant got very good at tracked a killing game. He notice his body didn't need as much food as it did before. So he stopped leaving the cabin as much. Totally broken it took a crazy forest fire burning in the woods near his home to snap him back again. Running from the life he made for him self Grant barely made it out alive, instinctively grabbing only his fire gear.
After wandering east for a few month's Grant found a group of people in the central valleys of Utah. Learning people still worshiped god changed Grant. He found a guiding light again. While he would never fully recover grant regained a bit of his sanity with the help of these people and set over to make his skill useful to the world. When traveling through California and Nevada he realized he could get to the places other couldn't an retrieve good tech and resources. Maybe it was because he regained some of that hemming way style courage (a man grant probably didn't remember anymore) or maybe the woods just made him a bit too crazy to care. Either way the new Grant L. Grippard or Gip as the people he worked with started to call him was a brave hard working man, though you might catch him spacing out, falling asleep mid monologue about some firefighting analogy he was more determined than that broken man living in the cascades. So with a new rifle (bought from money made prospecting) and a new price of mind, Grant travels the wastes looking for new adventures to satiate his appetite.
