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Cralix

"I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity"

0 · 96 views · located in Post Apocalyptic Spokane

a character in “Apocalypse: The Survival”, as played by CussingChild

Description

Name:Cralix
Age: 19
Class: Wanderer
Town: (Only as leader) None
Faction: *if applicable, can go with "Self" or "None" None
Appearance: Pictures wanted, description accepted 6 foot 1 inches tall, with wild light grey eyes, and shaggy ash colored hair. Broad shouldered with lean muscle. A scar horizontal across his throat, and various burns across his body. He looks at everyone with indifference and lets it be known that he refuses to be dominated by anyone or anything.
Weapons: If applicable, 3 weapons only, Main, secondary, emergency. I recommend, rifle, pistol, knife of any kind.: Combat knife, Colt 1911, FN Mauser 98
Armor: Worn leather boots, tan and round toed. Worn black jeans, tightly fitted. A dark grey shirt, dirty and bearing a spade white spade symbol on the chest. An open dark grey moleskin work coat. And a black mask that covers the bottom half of his face. Clothe fingerless gloves.
Powers: (ONLY IF YOU ARE A MUTANT)
Personality: Something inside of him broke after the incident, his mind is that of a madman and he looks at things differently, somewhat ingeniously. Confident and determined yet shaded. He's indifferent to countless things. He's indomitable and resiliant, and is naturally gifted in the art of speech and combat though he often keeps to himself and will walk away from fights he deems pointless. He's good for conversation and is known for his boyish charm.
Standing relationships: *if applicable None
Biography: His father was a Marine, Cralix was raised in a Military bunker with somewhere around 20 other people. His upbringing was difficult, his mom having died while giving birth to him. And his father taking out his anger and sadness on him. He was trained with other children to use a gun, it was a favorite pasttime of the communitie and Cralix excelled for his father pushed him far and beyond his limits, perhaps leading to his broken mind. He was taught to read and write and was fond of reading what sparse books lied about the bunker countless times, and had a keen interest in books on the art of speech. His odd ways led to his alienation by the other children and most of the adults of the community. When walking out of the bunker, the group hadn't gotten far before they were ambushed by a group of raiders who shot them down, having few weapons and almost no ammunition, they put up very little resistence and most everyone was dead within minutes of the fight. Cralix had lost his father a year before they left and survived by thievery and seclusion, the rest of the group treating him as a pest. It was this that saved him at just 14, he was a ways behind the group as they were ambushed, he watched them die from behind a scorched wall. He's shaded about his past and refuses to talk about it, shrugging it off and creating colorful lies about it when asked, for kicks or maybe to try and convince himself..
Town history: (only as leader)None
Extra: None.

Personality

He's shaded and indifferent to death. Resilent and indominatable in the face of oppressive foes. He's determined and courageous in the face of undefeatable odds when he sees something as worth fighting for. He's mad in the sense of being mentally ill, but almost unnoticably. He looks at things from all perspectives carefully measuring situations and words. He has a boyish charm about him and is somewhat witty in arguments, quoting forgotten books. He has a soft spot for small children and women, but is ill-tempered over certain topics. He will often face cruel situations with jokes and laughter.

Equipment

He carries his father's old combat knife, and holds it dear to his heart. He picked up a Colt 1911 off the body of a wanderer he found lying face down in his own blood, it looked as if a horrid beast had had at him and various bites had been taken out of him. He had gotten into a shootout with two raiders that were attacking travelers on a road, it lasted into the night, he then silently killed the one standing guard with his knife before stabbing the other in the temple as he slept. He took the FN Mauser 98 off one of the bodys, discarding the .44 snubnosed revolver and going on his way. He wears his fathers old coat and a shirt he found in an old drawer, the jeans he found later. The boots were his fathers. And he took the cloth fingerless gloves off a dead man he found hanging from the foundation of a house in ruins. He carries an old green backpack he found in the bunker. He wears a clothe mask that covers the bottom half of his face he made it himself out of a unrecognizable garb.

History

The same as listed in the Bio.

His father was a Marine, Cralix was raised in a Military bunker with somewhere around 20 other people. His upbringing was difficult, his mom having died while giving birth to him. And his father taking out his anger and sadness on him. He was trained with other children to use a gun, it was a favorite pasttime of the communitie and Cralix excelled for his father pushed him far and beyond his limits, perhaps leading to his broken mind. He was taught to read and write and was fond of reading what sparse books lied about the bunker countless times, and had a keen interest in books on the art of speech. His odd ways led to his alienation by the other children and most of the adults of the community. When walking out of the bunker, the group hadn't gotten far before they were ambushed by a group of raiders who shot them down, having few weapons and almost no ammunition, they put up very little resistence and most everyone was dead within minutes of the fight. Cralix had lost his father a year before they left and survived by thievery and seclusion, the rest of the group treating him as a pest. It was this that saved him at just 14, he was a ways behind the group as they were ambushed, he watched them die from behind a scorched wall. He's shaded about his past and refuses to talk about it, shrugging it off and creating colorful lies about it when asked, for kicks or maybe to try and convince himself..

So begins...

Cralix's Story