Gregory Allen Boling
36
Male
Bridgeport, CT
Status: Living
36
Male
Bridgeport, CT
Status: Living
||Gregory Allen Boling||
{ Nicknames }
||Greg (Common; Friends, Family)||
||Mr. Boling (Common; Students; Underlings)||
|| Gee (Uncommon; Wife)
{ Gender }
||Male; Masculine||
{ Nationality||Ethnicity }
||American; Caucasian||
{ Sexuality }
|| Heterosexual ||
{ Relationship Status }
||Married; Happily; 15 years||
{ Occupation }
||Part-Time Tutor; Full-time Gradeschool Teacher||
A change is coming....
There are screams in the air,
Gunshots flying everywhere.
Who He Is
"Try not to become a man of success, but rather try to become a man of value."
-Albert Einstein
-Albert Einstein
Once happy, once cheerful, once a man who would joke the day away or smile....now, broken. A victim to the loss of the world, his entire world. Gregory had values, morals, he was a well liked individual with a godly background. Spiritual in more ways than one, with a wife and daughter who looked up to him for what he knew. He was strong, but he was not strong enough. As the man he was, he had been happy. He had shared his talents with the world, and he had taught the young minds of the future. But as of late his personality has been far less than savory. As he clings desperately to the last affects of his old life.
He never lied before; he lies now.
He had never stolen before; he steals now.
He had never killed before; he has killed too many now.
He never lied before; he lies now.
He had never stolen before; he steals now.
He had never killed before; he has killed too many now.
Currently his personality consists of a heavy mixture of before and after. What little cheer he has left reserved for his daughter - he no longer jokes the day away. in his eyes the world is retched, and to survive he must rapidly adapt to it. Something that he has never been good at before. He shoulders responsibilities far too large, forcing himself into the role of a protector; he couldn't even protect his wife. He cries, in the night when the nightmares attack, and in the day he marches on grim faced toward the horizon. He carries with him the weight of death. His daughter, pushed away, everyone else an enemy.
And despite it all, hes still good ol' Greg. Too trusting, too helpful, too weak to survive in this world. He has developed a sort of PTSD, and perhaps even some mild depression from the events that transpired on the day of the outbreak. His plans are to take his daughter to the Boston QZ, and if hes alive still figure it out from there. He is wildly unsure of himself, and of what he can do to survive. He is severely under-equipped for the apocalypse, and he knows it. He puts up a strong front, lets others see him for someone he is not. He pretends to be a charmer, anything to get close and steal the very clothes off someones back. He takes things more seriously, never looking back in fear of the eventual breakdown.
Nightmares, nightly, he tries to ignore them. Denies the delusions in the daytime until he can almost convince himself its alright - he wants it to be alright, can't stand another minute of it. But he continues, trudging forward, a soldier's mentality edging him on.
History, Before
"You always find something worth fighting for."
Born in Bridgeport, he lived there his entire life. Grew up a popular kid with plenty of friends, there wasn't much bad in his life. His parents were happily married, no family deaths, he was completely normal. It was not destined to last of course, as life is not that fair to most people. Especially ones born to the middle-lower class line. In high school he met his girlfriend, and later wife Amanda. They married right out of highschool after news came of Amandas teen pregnancy. They were bound to have a child, and while everyone around them had said it would never last for various reasons he was willing to prove them wrong.
He loved Amanda, and he was sure that Amanda loved him. And he knew that no matter what he would love his child - he had that natural fatherly personality about him. He had thought about kids, maybe not so early, but he had known all along he wanted a life like his parents. They were happy, so why couldn't he be? And it turns out he could be happy, in fact, he was happy for years after as well. Sure, there were rough spots. Amandas post partum. The Purple crying phase. A string of fights later on. But those were all normal married couple things.
It wasn't until the day he lost his wife that he realized just how fragile their lives had been.....
[Reveal of outbreak day intended to be placed in posts, and updated as we go.]
He loved Amanda, and he was sure that Amanda loved him. And he knew that no matter what he would love his child - he had that natural fatherly personality about him. He had thought about kids, maybe not so early, but he had known all along he wanted a life like his parents. They were happy, so why couldn't he be? And it turns out he could be happy, in fact, he was happy for years after as well. Sure, there were rough spots. Amandas post partum. The Purple crying phase. A string of fights later on. But those were all normal married couple things.
It wasn't until the day he lost his wife that he realized just how fragile their lives had been.....
[Reveal of outbreak day intended to be placed in posts, and updated as we go.]
Physical
Gregory is nothing special really, an average looking man. Long wispy brown hair fading to gray in places, tanned skin, and a sort of gaunt look to him, a trait of old age that affects all of the men in his family at some point or another. He is tall and lean, not exactly muscular but he is stronger than most. He has a scar across his left cheek, its been there since he was a kid, so he doesn't quite remember how he obtained it. His eyes are dull brown with green flecks, making them more hazel looking than just brown. One of the most noticable features is that his teeth are misaligned, noticable when he smiles, and that his mouth is slightly crooked as if having been dislocated and never fixed. His eyes are big, expressive, but also sort of droopy. He doesn't look quite so refined as he acts.
His clothing style used to consist of suits relative to his work, but have since changed to clothes that benefit him in survival. Nothing loose that could catch, and nohing too tight that would restrict. Regular jeans and well made boots he finds work the best in a tough situation, and as for shirts he usually just puts on a t-shirt with a jacket layered over to ensure the fabric doesn't snag on anything. He does carry a large backpack, but it is mostly empty of anything useful save for a canteen, and a journal.
His clothing style used to consist of suits relative to his work, but have since changed to clothes that benefit him in survival. Nothing loose that could catch, and nohing too tight that would restrict. Regular jeans and well made boots he finds work the best in a tough situation, and as for shirts he usually just puts on a t-shirt with a jacket layered over to ensure the fabric doesn't snag on anything. He does carry a large backpack, but it is mostly empty of anything useful save for a canteen, and a journal.