Post by Chronicler on Apr 15, 2017 19:45:04 GMT -5
Name:
Evan Tahoma
Age:
23
Gender:
Male
Race:
Gender
Occupation: Mechanic
Affiliation: Witcher Organization
Personality:
First looks at Evan probably consists of him being a smart, easy going, kindhearted, cool guy. When he shit starts coming out of his mouth his true colors show. Being in a conversation with him for more than 5 minutes truly shows how things go, and this instantly throws off anybody needing his assistance. Evan is a sarcastic, idiotic, barely helpful addition to the Witcher Organization. He doesn't care about who are you, what you are, or why your there, he's gonna be one of those bastards who give next to none information. No matter what, he'll give off a sarcastic, dumb comment how his situation or the people around him.
This truly fucks up his state of affairs, no one really wants to be his friend or companion to be honest. Evan has no friends, besides the countless attempts to radio in other continents and foreigners, just to call them Nazi's or Communists. So in conclusion, he has no friends. But in a way, this helps Evan, no distractions from his diabolical plan to conquer the world through mechanical engineering. Of course the amount of work he might have to do might hinder his plan, since hes not one for massive amounts of work and often tries to make shortcuts to make the plan more offering and easier to accomplish.
Work is not his specialty, Evan every time being requested for a job he specifically asks for the money up front and paid beforehand, because than he's already paid, he can already spend whatever he got on whatever he wants, and the most he'll do on the job requested by his is simply drop a blowtorch in front of it and say, "Yeah, I'll get back to it later.", than an entire week passes and he comes by, drops a fucking nail and says, "Almost there.", and than leave it for a fucking eternity and never touch again.
The best conclusion for his personality and character is that he's a sarcastic bitch, who makes dumbfound comments about anywhere he goes and does next to nothing of work or his literal job. So in a sense, he's a snarky lazy bitch who doesn't do jack shit.
Class:
N/A
Focus 1:
Help the Witcher Organization
Focus 2:
Finally accomplish world mechanical domination.
Everyday Abilities:
-Basic Knowledge of Mechanical Engineering
-Has Basic Knowledge on how guns work
-Driving cars is generally easy for him, the car is the matter
-Makes a mean ramen
Class Abilities: N/A
Bio:
Evan was born in Minnesota, a bright minded kid plagued by the local inhabitants. Now not all of his specialties were ruined by the locals, and he did lead a successful life, but his mind was plagued. This is kinda what led him to his downfall later in his life, when reaching the age of 10, his mind was haunted and plagued of how shit was broken down, things needed to be fixed but with his current mindset, he just wasn't with it, he didn't want to do the work to fix his dumb radio that probably have the time he wouldn't listen to. This is what plagued his mind, what would he be using, what would he be passing up. This fucked up his mind.
Years passing (about more than 5), he's now 16, in high school tinkering in his friends garage, mostly because his parents didn't support his crazy actions. Evan was tinkering with some old objects and machines that's about a few years old but still works pretty well for even this generation. There was kids with magic learning from teachers who can breathe fire, or that's what Evan heard, but he really never delved into magical abilities, he knows how to fix things and that's really it. He only started wanting to learn magic later on in his years, and maybe it sounded childish because it's probably easier to learn it earlier in your years. Evan easily just came to the conclusion that learning magic is too late for him. He started trying to tinker with fire and gasoline, one way he found he could try and do with a blowtorch and some propane gas, though the mechanism would be impossible.
More years pass and Evan soon realized he didn't have enough resources. And this led him to the east of Minnesota, where Evan heard resources were blooming. And this is where the apocalypse happens. Only after sleeping over at a friends, he awoke to find hell broken loose, also a train. With nothing else to do, he took shop in a old mechanics shop (pretty close to the house) and fixes the place and essentially lives off the amount of things he get's to repair things, of course upfront, and with those items or objects he would repair his own vehicles (or start scrapping parts from the customers items and use it for his own good). Though his journey with barely any water, next to no food, barely any fuel and a car that was about to break down, plus a friend who was probably twice his size and was about to eat Evan, he took his chances and housed up somewhere else. Here he had more space to think and tinker.
It didn't take too long for him to establish relations with the local townsfolk, but that ended as quickly as it started, he kept to himself and the locals didn't really care about him so they kept outside of his sarcastic wordings. That didn't stop them from asking him for jobs, of course it didn't end very well, most tried to kill him as he didn't do jack shit but overall, some walked away angrily and after that, Evan than just scrapped all of the parts and started working again, though him working didn't fit in so he just started listening to music.
With being probably the most hated person in town, he started setting up defenses, such as turrets or even simple wire traps, some times cameras were a good alternatives but the one issue with that is that he needed to be alive or awake. Which was one of his issues, so he decided to make camera turrets, shoots bullets at unsuspecting victims from the ceiling, that was him.
With his final moments of rest, he takes them with love and awakes, to find possibly a dozen people dead at his doorstep.
Extras:
Basic Appearance:
Evan consists of a fit white male who can probably do a marathon, a 1 meter marathon. Dark brown hair sort of curved to the side with a botched hairline and an attitude. Though half the time he's wearing a hat.
Evan Tahoma
Age:
23
Gender:
Male
Race:
Gender
Occupation: Mechanic
Affiliation: Witcher Organization
Personality:
First looks at Evan probably consists of him being a smart, easy going, kindhearted, cool guy. When he shit starts coming out of his mouth his true colors show. Being in a conversation with him for more than 5 minutes truly shows how things go, and this instantly throws off anybody needing his assistance. Evan is a sarcastic, idiotic, barely helpful addition to the Witcher Organization. He doesn't care about who are you, what you are, or why your there, he's gonna be one of those bastards who give next to none information. No matter what, he'll give off a sarcastic, dumb comment how his situation or the people around him.
This truly fucks up his state of affairs, no one really wants to be his friend or companion to be honest. Evan has no friends, besides the countless attempts to radio in other continents and foreigners, just to call them Nazi's or Communists. So in conclusion, he has no friends. But in a way, this helps Evan, no distractions from his diabolical plan to conquer the world through mechanical engineering. Of course the amount of work he might have to do might hinder his plan, since hes not one for massive amounts of work and often tries to make shortcuts to make the plan more offering and easier to accomplish.
Work is not his specialty, Evan every time being requested for a job he specifically asks for the money up front and paid beforehand, because than he's already paid, he can already spend whatever he got on whatever he wants, and the most he'll do on the job requested by his is simply drop a blowtorch in front of it and say, "Yeah, I'll get back to it later.", than an entire week passes and he comes by, drops a fucking nail and says, "Almost there.", and than leave it for a fucking eternity and never touch again.
The best conclusion for his personality and character is that he's a sarcastic bitch, who makes dumbfound comments about anywhere he goes and does next to nothing of work or his literal job. So in a sense, he's a snarky lazy bitch who doesn't do jack shit.
Class:
N/A
Focus 1:
Help the Witcher Organization
Focus 2:
Finally accomplish world mechanical domination.
Everyday Abilities:
-Basic Knowledge of Mechanical Engineering
-Has Basic Knowledge on how guns work
-Driving cars is generally easy for him, the car is the matter
-Makes a mean ramen
Class Abilities: N/A
Bio:
Evan was born in Minnesota, a bright minded kid plagued by the local inhabitants. Now not all of his specialties were ruined by the locals, and he did lead a successful life, but his mind was plagued. This is kinda what led him to his downfall later in his life, when reaching the age of 10, his mind was haunted and plagued of how shit was broken down, things needed to be fixed but with his current mindset, he just wasn't with it, he didn't want to do the work to fix his dumb radio that probably have the time he wouldn't listen to. This is what plagued his mind, what would he be using, what would he be passing up. This fucked up his mind.
Years passing (about more than 5), he's now 16, in high school tinkering in his friends garage, mostly because his parents didn't support his crazy actions. Evan was tinkering with some old objects and machines that's about a few years old but still works pretty well for even this generation. There was kids with magic learning from teachers who can breathe fire, or that's what Evan heard, but he really never delved into magical abilities, he knows how to fix things and that's really it. He only started wanting to learn magic later on in his years, and maybe it sounded childish because it's probably easier to learn it earlier in your years. Evan easily just came to the conclusion that learning magic is too late for him. He started trying to tinker with fire and gasoline, one way he found he could try and do with a blowtorch and some propane gas, though the mechanism would be impossible.
More years pass and Evan soon realized he didn't have enough resources. And this led him to the east of Minnesota, where Evan heard resources were blooming. And this is where the apocalypse happens. Only after sleeping over at a friends, he awoke to find hell broken loose, also a train. With nothing else to do, he took shop in a old mechanics shop (pretty close to the house) and fixes the place and essentially lives off the amount of things he get's to repair things, of course upfront, and with those items or objects he would repair his own vehicles (or start scrapping parts from the customers items and use it for his own good). Though his journey with barely any water, next to no food, barely any fuel and a car that was about to break down, plus a friend who was probably twice his size and was about to eat Evan, he took his chances and housed up somewhere else. Here he had more space to think and tinker.
It didn't take too long for him to establish relations with the local townsfolk, but that ended as quickly as it started, he kept to himself and the locals didn't really care about him so they kept outside of his sarcastic wordings. That didn't stop them from asking him for jobs, of course it didn't end very well, most tried to kill him as he didn't do jack shit but overall, some walked away angrily and after that, Evan than just scrapped all of the parts and started working again, though him working didn't fit in so he just started listening to music.
With being probably the most hated person in town, he started setting up defenses, such as turrets or even simple wire traps, some times cameras were a good alternatives but the one issue with that is that he needed to be alive or awake. Which was one of his issues, so he decided to make camera turrets, shoots bullets at unsuspecting victims from the ceiling, that was him.
With his final moments of rest, he takes them with love and awakes, to find possibly a dozen people dead at his doorstep.
Extras:
Basic Appearance:
Evan consists of a fit white male who can probably do a marathon, a 1 meter marathon. Dark brown hair sort of curved to the side with a botched hairline and an attitude. Though half the time he's wearing a hat.
