Post by unit894 on Nov 18, 2013 15:37:50 GMT -5
Character Name: Pierre L’Faux
Nickname(s): Golem
Race: Ghoul
Sex: Male
Age: 228 (Born 17th February 2055)
Birthplace: New Orleans
Height: 6”4”
Weight: 125kg
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Blonde
Hair Style: Bald
Facial Hair: None
Skin Color: Black-ish/Peeling
Build: Huge giant of a man, Very bulky, very muscled
Distinguishing Features: He’s a Giant Ghoul, lost his last two fingers on the right hand
Profession: Retired Raider/Bandit
Skills: Melee Weapons, Hand-to-hand
Training: Tactics (From centuries of raiding)
Other Abilities: His mother taught him how to speak French, Leather Working from father
Apparel: Blue Jeans, white vest, Green Hoodie with fur inside, Black leather boots, spiked leather arm bands. Huge backpack made out of several sewn together
Weaponry: Sledgehammer (Strapped to back), Sawn-off Shotgun (Home-made holster on right thigh), Crowbar (Shoved into belt, left hip), .357 Revolver (Holster, back of belt)
Other Equipment: Enough food and water for him and Karl, Leather Knife
Affiliation:[/b None
Religious Belief: Some old Voodoo traditions
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Simple, Honest, Loyal
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Pierre was born in a small village deep in the Louisiana swamps to two locals, his mother only spoke French. He lived deep in the swamp all his life, spending most of his time working in his father’s Tannery, mostly working with Alligator hide. When he wasn’t working, he would play with his best friend Karl, a quiet, very intelligent boy from the heart of the swamp. Karl moved in with Pierre and his family when his parents died when he was 16. When they were 18, he and Karl moved out and built themselves a new house in the middle of town.
He was 22 when the bombs fell. Living in a hut on large wooden struts meant he and Karl had no basement to hide in, but the New Orleans area was not a major target. Radiation flooded the swamps, killing almost everyone and everything. All that survived in the Village was Karl, Pierre and giant mutated Alligators, one of which took a swipe at Karl, giving him his scar, and blinding him in one eye.
Karl and Pierre grieved for their lost home, and went north, out of Louisiana, into Mississippi. On their way out of the swamps, they came across other ghoulified people and created a tribe, covering themselves in mud and moss and calling themselves the Swamp Things.
As they moved further north, they slowly began raiding other tribes rather than trade with them, as they went further from their home, moving into Arkansas, the Swamp Things became just a name. With Karl as their leader, and Pierre as second-in-command, the Swamp Things became a savage raiding bands, using guerrilla warfare to harry other towns and tribes for supplies.
For nearly a century and a half, The Swamp Things continued their savage rampage north, always north, because they had always gone north. Their numbers and equipment constantly changed, the only constant was Karl and Pierre.
They moved from Arkansas to Missouri, then Kansas in which Pierre lost two of his fingers to a rival tribal, Nebraska, Wyoming, Idaho, Washington.
By the time Karl and Pierre finally reached Vancouver, they were the only ones left. They were both very old, and very tired. They settled down on a small farm on the outskirts of Vancouver, and stayed, waiting to die.
