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Fitch Aber

"A man that is all about winning never really changes. Let it be on the lacrosse field were he is shooting a goal, or in a zombie apocalypse were he is killing zombies to survive. A winner always wins.

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a character in “Blindsight”, as played by loowman141414


Name: Fitch Aber
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Archetype: Lucky Student

Personality: Fitch is a lacrosse midfielder. Fitch is an Aber. Fitch is a Winner. He took this concept of being a winner always; the go to man that everyone looked to for a win, and moved this to the zombie apocalypse. He does not want to die and he will not die, because he must survive in order for him to be the winner; to be the one that survives this entire hell hole that Paramore has caused. His main goal though is to make Paramore lose; that is why he agreed to help A. To ensure that Paradome loses, and that they do not win over him. Fitch is a Winner, and that is what a Aber does best.

With that concept of being a winner always; not matter what, comes with a cocky attitude. He puts himself in the line of danger always, because he believes that he is better than anyone else and that they need him to survive. That without him everyone has no chance of beating this apocalypse and see that outside world and fall of the great Paradome company.

Three Skill Sets:
Melee Weapons: At the young age of ten he was strapped up into protective gear and given a lacrosse stick to play with. His constant years of practicing, going to summer camps, and joining fall and winter teams he has become deadly with a lacrosse stick by the time he was a Freshmen. Through all four years of college he was playing on Varsity as a Midfielder using both evasion and brute strength to get possession of the ball and evading his way into the hole to take the shot. Once he graduated high school, he was given a full boat scholarship to Cornell as being one of the most highly skilled college lacrosse player. These past thirteen years of lacrosse has given him a highly skilled ability with melee weapons.

Athletic Prowess: This athletic prowess from many years of training and practicing his skills in the highly body straining game of lacrosse has cause him to become a man of perfect finesse. His strength that is needed to crush an opponent, the endurance that is needed to keep Fitch running up and down a field of one hundred yards, and the speed needed for him to beat his man and evade the defense is unmatched by most men.

Marksmanship: The most strangest aspect of this young man is his prowess with a rifle. He comes from the forested north that is known as the State of Vermont. His father were one of those redneck men who spent their afternoons sitting in a tree stand with a beer and a rifle. So of course Fitch joined his father up in that tree stand as soon as he came of age. Now he finds this skill a precious one that has kept him alive when he had a gun with ammo; however, that has not happen lately since ammo has become a precious resource in this apocalypse.

History Since December 21st 2012: It was the worst and most luckiest moment of his life when he met face to face with the horror of the zombie blight for the first time. It was 4 pm and there was only a hour left a practice before they would go to their dorm rooms and study for the upcoming college classes the next day. Fitch was running head on towards one of his defenders for a drill, he fakes to the right, but quickly turns to the left switching his stick to his left hand. Suddenly, unlike all the other times he did that dodge the defender was waiting for him and hit him straight on. For the first time in his college career he was sacked, and it was quite a disheartening thing to experience.

He spun on his back to turn this embarrassing situation into a joke when he saw a sickly man tackle the defender to the ground, the defender let out a blood-curling scream as the man tore into his neck. Fitch just stared at the sickly man as it tore into his friend with similar screams erupting when they were attack by equally sickly people; however, eventually the beast turned its glossy eyes towards him. The sick man pounced at Fitch and he did the only thing he could think of: He kicked the man in his face.

The creature crumbled back and gave him enough time to pick up his lacrosse stick and stand on his two feet. The sickly man instantly jumps up onto its two feet and attacks Fitch, he swung his arm back and struck the man in his head. The thing instantly crumbled to the ground died. Soon he lost himself in desperate swinging his stick as he kept the waves of sickly people back.

Some how out of the twenty-four lacrosse players he was the only one left after the last sickly creature died, and this has happen to him ever since that fateful day. Whenever he found a survivors they always ended up being overrun, and mostly just sheer luck he was always the last one that was not turn into a zombie or killed. Now he puts himself in danger whenever he can, hoping that he won't be left alone to fend for himself again.

So begins...

Fitch Aber's Story


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A wrote frantically as his mind tried to process everything he was discovering. It was unbelievable, unthinkable but in all honesty, it made sense in some sick way. Paradome couldn't be the monolithic corporation it was today without harboring untold secrets and the like. A clenched his fists, his train of thought momentarily lost as he internally punished himself for helping Paradome. But then he breathed deeply and reasoned within for what seemed like the hundredth time "Paradome has everyone fooled." He sighed angrily.

A shook his head and removed his glasses, bringing his thumb and index finger to the bridge of his nose as a headache began to set in, then fear, then anger again, then a sense of hopelessness. A had to right these wrongs, he did the snooping, he found out what they were up to, and he took it upon himself to stop them. Paradome will pay that is A's mantra for now. Feeling the momentary headache subside, A put his glasses back on and continued his search back into Paradome's hidden files.

It was only ten minutes later A was able to crack back into Paradome's systems but what he found horrified him. Absolutely nothing was there. Their entire system was wiped, everything from the scandalous to the mundane was wiped clean and A could only guess moved to a different server. "Fuck you." he grunted at his screen as he frantically began to put all his skills to use looking for what he needed to publicly out Paradome... An hour went by and nothing.

A was losing hope. He had literally discovered the biggest global scandal the world would likely ever see and everything he had to stop what was happening was suddenly gone. They must have found out someone was in their system. A panicked for a moment, would they find out who hacked them? But then he calmed down, probably not... A had stolen Paradome's founder's identification so his hacking couldn't be traced back to anyone but the man who knew all about what was happening... It wouldn't be long before Mr. Wh--e changed his details. That meant A was going to need to move fast right now to find the information he needs before his simple identification theft is ripped for underneath him and he'll have to start breaking into their systems more carefully.

Days passed and A had lost his easy access to Paradome's inside. His demotion also meant his access through the entire corporation was reduced to not much more than the ability to open locked doors. Unfortunately for Paradome A had already found ways to bypass their securities and he was still searching their servers and databases for all the information he'd found, but nothing was coming up yet.

It wasn't until two weeks after A learned the truth that he found at least a little of what he was looking for. It was the solid information he needed, but it was, for lack of better words, a sort of map that would lead him to the truth again... A was left stranded and even more stunted than he was before when he learned where the truth was sitting... All he needed, every bit of information A needed to bring Paradome down was stored onto other devices, devices however that were stuck within the American Quarantine zone.

A cursed a loud at the sudden realisation that all hope was lost. He had no physical way of getting what he needed, and if he couldn't get the external drives and data Paradome had within the quarantine zone, they were going to get away with it. But it was only a few hours after A had begun to lose hope when he hatched another plan...

Logging back onto Paradome's surveillance network A was able to use the CCTV camera's that were dispersed among the streets and insides of the buildings all through the quarantine zone. From there A found and tracked various survivors who had managed to remain alive over the past three months. He worked fast, using cross-referencing networks, identification databases and more, A was able to contact and learn the names of all the survivors he'd managed to successfully contact. There were enough of them to ensure A that together he and the survivors could stop Paradome and he could rescue them.

Within the american quarantine zone A was able to find survivors scattered throughout the two zone areas, 1 & 2. He contacted those stranded in the city of Lassidus, briefly telling them of the evil Paradome was committing and somehow convinced each individual there to make their way to the police station in downtown Lassidus. Unfortunately for them getting there was going to be a little dicey... From his surveillance camera's A could see the streets littered with the wandering, mindless bodies of infected. Once alive, they now teetered between rotting and starvation.

A instructed the city survivors to move during the day, as the infected seemed to be put off by direct sunlight. He watched apprehensively as the survivors in the city made it to the police station... Once they made it to their destination he let them meet briefly before he piggybacked the phone line to the foyer in the police station and made the call that would pit these survivors against the horrors of Paradome's power, but hopefully start them on their journey to salvation.