Name: Don Sheridan
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Height: 5’11
Weight: 167
Hair: Light brown
Eyes: Milky white
Ethnicity: Caucasian, Scottish
Birthplace: Ruins of Hatsvale, North Dakota
Origins: The Slums of ruined a Hatsvale scraping by helping his parents get by.
Ability Scores:
-Strength - 7
-Dexterity - 4
-Endurance - 6
-Intelligence - 4
-Charisma - 6
Specialties: Marksmanship
Mutations/Powers (if any): Being exposed to a thick pocket of radiation at the age of 7 which destroyed and melted away the color of his eyes and replaced it with a liquidy milk appearance also gave him improved vision. Depending on how he manipulates his eyes he can see up to 200 yards away like looking through a snipers scope.
Occupation/Trade(s): Part-Time Hired-Gun/Any job to get by
Alliances: None
Enemies: None
Possessions: 1 old bayonet, a Remington 700 hunting rifle, 200 rounds of ammo, few changes of clothing, watch, heavy wool jacket, boots, a black beanie, and a ragged old Jeep Liberty 4X4.
Character Appearance: Sheridan has brown hair in a sharp crew cut and a full grown side burns and a goatee. He wears most of the time a black beanie, navy blue shirt, black heavy wool jacket, crudely made leather belt, khaki heavy cargo shorts, and thick leather boots inherited from his father.
Other Physical Characteristics: He is well built but not a muscle man.
Character Personality: Sheridan is a well rounded man with good morals but is not a spotless soul. He is calculative and wise, loving and caring, but also stern, unreadable, and bitter to those he dose not know or trust.
Character Story: Sheridan grew up with his small family made up of his mother, father, and brother in the outskirts of the ruins of Hatsvale and like most others in this world poor and scraping by. Their family was as close as you could think, it was a trait they had inherited from their family who before the war emigrated from Scotland. The Clan Mentality. He devolved an accent from his parents over the years making him different from most others. At the age of 14 he had his family taken from him by a gang of marauders who shot all of them and burned their home. He arrived just before the death of his brother who told him to “remember the bond of the family of our clan…I love you brother, I’m sorry it has to end this way” he died in his arms. After days of tears, mourning, and burying his family he became bitter towards the world and a emotional lock box, a wall of solid resolve, to the life that was so cruel to him. He set out from his home to what he knew as one of the last thriving communities of humanity New Denver. He left his old self behind now a new man began voyaging into that cruel world determined to make it bend to his will. Along his way he met Sarah Cathy Parker his only trusted friend and love.
Misc. Notes:
Secondary Characters: Sarah Cathy Parker
Character Story: Sarah Cathy Parker was a girl in a world of hurt. Tossed around for years by her abusive parents in prostitution to feed themselves leaving her to fend to herself. She tried on two occasions once at 14 the second at 17 to kill her parents. Both failed. This caused even harder “punishment” by the men she was thrown to. On one morning seemingly normal ended with her saving from the life she had known but her near death. She found herself at age 18 staring down the barrel of 4 rifles of men she had tried to escape from seeing her life flash before her eyes not noticing that a 5th figured had appeared. “Oi!” the men turned. He spoke again. “What do you think you’re doing to this lass?!” he yelled in what she noticed a thick accent of some kind. “Get the fuck outta here prick we’ll do what we want with her!” one returned “Oh you will regret that.” He hissed. Unfortunately all she saw of this confrontation was Sheridan standing tall over the four men triumphant, bayonet in hand, and covered in blood after waking from the swift whack of the rifle to her forehead which had knocked her out. “You alright?” this man she saw now asked. “Yea.” She rasped. “C’mon lass im heading out of town now let me help you home.” He said so soothingly. “No take me with you!” She suddenly yelled. “Whoa lass hold on.” He retorted. “You don’t understand my parents abuse me and sell me to men to help themselves my life here is shit! You are one of the only people nice enough to ever help me. Please don’t abandon me.” She said tears forming in her eyes “Ok be calm I’ll take you im on my way to New Denver so hurry.” He replied. Her joy was overwhelming her life could now actually begin.
Character Appearance: Sarah has long Jet Black hair down to the middle of her back. Her eyes a warm chocolate brown. She normally wears a red bow which keeps her hair in a neat ponytail, small rimmed glasses, black button up shirt, and jean shorts that come down just past her knees, and a pair of ragged tennis shoes.
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Height: 5’11
Weight: 167
Hair: Light brown
Eyes: Milky white
Ethnicity: Caucasian, Scottish
Birthplace: Ruins of Hatsvale, North Dakota
Origins: The Slums of ruined a Hatsvale scraping by helping his parents get by.
Ability Scores:
-Strength - 7
-Dexterity - 4
-Endurance - 6
-Intelligence - 4
-Charisma - 6
Specialties: Marksmanship
Mutations/Powers (if any): Being exposed to a thick pocket of radiation at the age of 7 which destroyed and melted away the color of his eyes and replaced it with a liquidy milk appearance also gave him improved vision. Depending on how he manipulates his eyes he can see up to 200 yards away like looking through a snipers scope.
Occupation/Trade(s): Part-Time Hired-Gun/Any job to get by
Alliances: None
Enemies: None
Possessions: 1 old bayonet, a Remington 700 hunting rifle, 200 rounds of ammo, few changes of clothing, watch, heavy wool jacket, boots, a black beanie, and a ragged old Jeep Liberty 4X4.
Character Appearance: Sheridan has brown hair in a sharp crew cut and a full grown side burns and a goatee. He wears most of the time a black beanie, navy blue shirt, black heavy wool jacket, crudely made leather belt, khaki heavy cargo shorts, and thick leather boots inherited from his father.
Other Physical Characteristics: He is well built but not a muscle man.
Character Personality: Sheridan is a well rounded man with good morals but is not a spotless soul. He is calculative and wise, loving and caring, but also stern, unreadable, and bitter to those he dose not know or trust.
Character Story: Sheridan grew up with his small family made up of his mother, father, and brother in the outskirts of the ruins of Hatsvale and like most others in this world poor and scraping by. Their family was as close as you could think, it was a trait they had inherited from their family who before the war emigrated from Scotland. The Clan Mentality. He devolved an accent from his parents over the years making him different from most others. At the age of 14 he had his family taken from him by a gang of marauders who shot all of them and burned their home. He arrived just before the death of his brother who told him to “remember the bond of the family of our clan…I love you brother, I’m sorry it has to end this way” he died in his arms. After days of tears, mourning, and burying his family he became bitter towards the world and a emotional lock box, a wall of solid resolve, to the life that was so cruel to him. He set out from his home to what he knew as one of the last thriving communities of humanity New Denver. He left his old self behind now a new man began voyaging into that cruel world determined to make it bend to his will. Along his way he met Sarah Cathy Parker his only trusted friend and love.
Misc. Notes:
Secondary Characters: Sarah Cathy Parker
Character Story: Sarah Cathy Parker was a girl in a world of hurt. Tossed around for years by her abusive parents in prostitution to feed themselves leaving her to fend to herself. She tried on two occasions once at 14 the second at 17 to kill her parents. Both failed. This caused even harder “punishment” by the men she was thrown to. On one morning seemingly normal ended with her saving from the life she had known but her near death. She found herself at age 18 staring down the barrel of 4 rifles of men she had tried to escape from seeing her life flash before her eyes not noticing that a 5th figured had appeared. “Oi!” the men turned. He spoke again. “What do you think you’re doing to this lass?!” he yelled in what she noticed a thick accent of some kind. “Get the fuck outta here prick we’ll do what we want with her!” one returned “Oh you will regret that.” He hissed. Unfortunately all she saw of this confrontation was Sheridan standing tall over the four men triumphant, bayonet in hand, and covered in blood after waking from the swift whack of the rifle to her forehead which had knocked her out. “You alright?” this man she saw now asked. “Yea.” She rasped. “C’mon lass im heading out of town now let me help you home.” He said so soothingly. “No take me with you!” She suddenly yelled. “Whoa lass hold on.” He retorted. “You don’t understand my parents abuse me and sell me to men to help themselves my life here is shit! You are one of the only people nice enough to ever help me. Please don’t abandon me.” She said tears forming in her eyes “Ok be calm I’ll take you im on my way to New Denver so hurry.” He replied. Her joy was overwhelming her life could now actually begin.
Character Appearance: Sarah has long Jet Black hair down to the middle of her back. Her eyes a warm chocolate brown. She normally wears a red bow which keeps her hair in a neat ponytail, small rimmed glasses, black button up shirt, and jean shorts that come down just past her knees, and a pair of ragged tennis shoes.
