Hope I can still join. It's an interesting choice of future setting, and I like the choice of what happens to humanity in 2012. It's an all-around great concept. So I'll post my character using the first template and await its acceptance or denial. And when we begin as well. Also, as one of the other characters present was born during the aftermath and is 35, and the other was born in 1982 and is 30, I'd like a clarification on what year it is if no-one would mind. That is why my birthdate is lacking a year.
Name: Parson Jean Williamson (Par, Jean, or William. He has also been called Mr. Suit because of him wearing such well-maintained suits to do odd jobs now and then. This latter name hasn't been used often, but has spread fairly quick somehow, and he's becoming more easily recognizable because of it.)
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 194 lbs.
Birthdate: August 15th, ----
Hair: Very short and a brownish-red
Birthplace: What was once Cincinnati, Ohio
Other facial features/appearance details: He almost always wears sunglasses, unless "hunting." He has a long scar down the left side of his face, and if he's shirtless, you can see his other scar which runs the length of his chest and is from a surgery when he was a youth.
Dress (Style, colors): He normally wears old rags and clothes found from scavenging so that he blends in. Rarely, however, he will wear one of his three dress suits. Especially when doing important tasks.
Description of Home: He used to live in a small house on the outskirts of cincinnati, but as of late he uses a deluxe-sized tent he looted from a Dick's Sporting Goods when the chaos first started.
Best Friend: His best friend, a man named Tobias McLeann, was killed during the last-ditch rebuilding efforts of a few remaining encampments that tried to band together.
Other friends: He has no more true friends, but he does have quite a few people who owe him a favor or two scattered about because of services he has provided.
Picture (if you have one):
(With the facial scar of course.)
Weapons: He has two pistols and a sword. The first pistol is a .44 Magnum revolver with a cherrywood handle inlade with gold scrollwork that his father gave him shortly before he died. He only has 15 rounds left for it, so he makes it his last-resort gun, and it's the gun he wants to die holding. His second gun is a standard-issue police 9mm that uses 15-round clips he looted from the body of a man who died in an attack after looting the original owner for it. He's managed to find quite a few good clips for it over time, and has 9 full clips along with a mostly full clip already loaded. His sword is an old claymore that was created by a company that was destroyed along with most of humanity: Cold Steel. He takes excellent care of it, second only to his revolver, and carries it inside of a modified rifle case.
Equipment: An old suitcase with his three suits, the tent and as many anitbiotics and other medicines as he could scavenge stuffed in one of its pockets, the rifle case with his sword, and a small cooler filled with small cans of food lashed to the pull-out handle of his suitcase.
History: Born in what was the northeast United States, Parson was raised to fight, but to fight smart. He was taught hand-to-hand and some basic knife techniques from his father, as well as how to shoot the revolver. Later on in his life, Parson and his family escaped to a small encampment on the coast of North Carolina. There, his family met a young man named Tobias McLeann. Tobias had been in one of the militias roaming about but decided on trying to settle down and help rebuild, and he the young Parson quickly became good friends. Tobias taught him everything he knew about guns and some techniques he picked up for using bladed weapons like swords. He gave Parson his claymore for his 16th birthday, along with three well-maintained suits that he had been saving. A few years down the road, Parson's family, along with Tobias, were killed when the "hellspawn" attacked their encampment. It had only been two months since two of the other local encampments banded with theirs to try and rebuild some semblance of society. Parson has been on the road ever since, trying not to stay in one place very long, but helping with important jobs that the dwindling encampments may have no capable hands to complete.
Group/Job: He's more of a vagabond than anything else, but at his core, he's a fighter who doesn't like to lose. Especially when it comes to defending others. He's also a bit of a handyman. He doesn't have much of the book smarts of a lot of the jobs, but he's gained experience through watching and doing many things.
Let me know how this looks by the way.