[Full Name]
John Nicola Lowardi
[Nickname]
Jack or Nicola or Nikolai
[Age]
Thirty
[Gender]
"Really?" Male.
[Hometown]
Austin, Texas
[Former Occupation]
Bartender and Co-Owner of Ten Down: Bar n' Grill
[Appearance]
(FC: Joel Heyman)
Bartender and Co-Owner of Ten Down: Bar n' Grill
[Appearance]
(FC: Joel Heyman)
When not on the job of being a 10/7 bartender at his best friend's restaurant, he's practically always in pajamas, wearing fleece plaid pants and either a sweater or loose cotton t-shirt. The outbreak caught him on one of the days he had just finished one of his morning shifts at the bar and he currently is wearing a vest over a white dress shirt and black slacks. He has recently changed his slacks to loose sweatpants and a hoodie he had nabbed from a newspaper stand.
[Personality]
{listener} - {street smart} - {logical} - {casual}
{listener} - {street smart} - {logical} - {casual}
Working at a bar for two decades has put Jack on a dry wit streak, he's open to conversation, and he knows how to respond, often putting in his two cents on topics he knows about, and staying silent and gathering knowledge when on about topics he's not too familiar with. He's an honest guy, but don't put it past him to tell multiple white lies just to get on someone's good side. He doesn't seek confrontation, and tends to be a bystander until fists start flying. It's his usual skills in the bar that gets him around, he studies people, essentially, and tries to avoid harmful subjects altogether, picking up on gossip or small tips that barflies tend to let loose in their drunken state. He's easy to talk to, and is open to talking to new people, and proves to be an intelligent conversationalist about basic things like people problems, but start mentioning politics or today's economy, and he immediately shuts up and lets you do the talking.
Another side of John is that he's actually fairly easy to convince to your side, as long as you present a good argument. He knows what people are talking about considering most people he talks to tend to be either drunk or full of conspiracies. He has enough common sense to let him survive in the worse off streets where his apartment was, and knows how to pick a lock or two from getting locked out of his apartment or his friend's bar.
In the past, or, at least when John was still in college, he was studying to become an engineer or physicist, but had become too deep in debt to continue with the enormous tuition fees. he fell into working odd jobs, and utilized his leftover studies to dismantle and fix electronic equipment such as keypads or laptops.
- [Equipment]
- Hoodie & sweatpants (alongside underwear and necessary garments)
- Jansport backpack (solid grey)
- sawed off shotgun (attained from bar)
- Fifteen (15) shotgun shells
- Hunting knife (attained from corpse)
- Two (2) flasks of vodka
- Duct tape ("Hey, it fixes everything")
- Pair of worn grey plaid Converse
[Outbreak]
"Are you seriously just getting that?" The cashier raised an eyebrow at the meager rations of two packs of bacon, three potatoes and a banana. John shrugged and paid for the foods, ignoring the rolling of eyes and whispers of "That guy's gonna go first.". Sure enough, once he reached the door of his apartment, a neighbor ran out, coming at John tooth and claw, crazed and with something John likened to rabies. He readily loaded the shotgun and pointed it at the middle-aged woman,
"I-I don't want to hurt you, but I will shoot." He warned. The announcement didn't deter the woman as she continued making her way to John, and just as he warned, he shot the woman point-blank in the temple, seconds before she would have reached him.
"Well. I guess it's time I found out what this is about." He gathered whatever he deemed necessary, mostly little tokens his conspiracy filled "friends" left for him as a "tip", and snuck to the nearest police department, only to find it empty of both police officers and weaponry.
"Well. Now what?"
