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NAME; Damien Ian Fereza, known to close friends as Pack.

AGE; It's hard to tell under his hood and cloak, but he is thirty-two.

SEX; Male.

APPEARANCE; Pack appears to be a dirty, sleazy homeless man to those who have never once met him in their lives. However, upon even striking simple conversation, one will realize that Pack is quite a gentleman, and not quite as bad as he seems. Pack wears a hooded, grey trench-coat that has seen better days. It has pockets this way and that, and has plenty of dirt, as well as blood, caked into the fabric. The dark grey colour has faded after years of continuous wear and tear. The hood that is always up and over Pack's face hides all but his usually grinning mouth. Underneath the coat, a dark black shirt is visible, which appears to be much newer than the coat. His pants are a regular pair of blue jeans, that seem a bit too baggy for hi light frame. Although he is a relatively small man, the many bags that are all over his person make his body appear bulbous and hunched over inside of his coat, making him seem almost surreal at first glance. The layers in his clothing have definitely helped him keep safe when near the infected. His boots are also relatively new, and are steel toed. Using pieces of scrap metal that he had previously been carrying for no reason, he turned his boots into a pair of cleats in order to kick at the infected's legs, and leave them in their tracks with ripped open legs.

Physically, underneath all of his clothing and dirt, Pack is a generically built character, other than his eyes. He stands at 5'8" and weighs about 147 lbs. He isn't well toned muscularly, other than his legs that have toned out from carrying many pounds of weight for years. He is very pale skinned, as his skin rarely sees any daylight, and he has a constant five o'clock shadow on his chin. His lips are often seen pursed into a grin, even under these dire circumstances. His face is long rather than wide, with a well structured cheek bone that gives him an almost comical look. He has short, brown hair, and fairly small ears. However, his eyes are strange to most people. The color in his eyes are very grey, and his pupils are often very small when he pulls his hood down, due to the fact that they are used to the cloaking darkness of the hood he wears. His demeanor is paranoid at best, and most people have spotted him walking slowly at night, often checking his pockets repeatedly to make sure that none of his belongings have been stolen or misplaced. Pack's voice is quiet, and fairly high pitched, and does not match the way he looks to other people.

BRIEF BACKSTORY; Pack rat. Homeless Pack Rat is what most people would call mister Fereza. To those who glanced at him from afar, he was the kind of guy you would avoid asking for directions, or keep away from at night. However, to the very few people who know him, Pack is simply a kindhearted man with a bad reputation. Pack has been living alone since he was seventeen, when his father and mother died while on a flight to Norway. No tragic plane crash, no crazed Terrorist with a plot for mass destruction and chaos: but two simultaneous heart attacks. One caused by a too high diet of slat and fats, the other caused by the trauma created by the first heart attack. They were pronounced dead within' twenty minutes. Ever since, Damien had begun keeping all objects he had come across into his possession, fearing that losing any of it would result in his forgetting his old life. Damien got his parents cars, house, pools, hotels, everything. But to Damien, this was no solace. He sold it all. He actually attempted to give it all away for free, but those he tried felt too bad for him, and always insisted on paying. By the end of his selling, Damien ended up with roughly fifty-two million dollars. And he gave it all away to charity programs. He knew money would never buy back his parents, but he hoped that his money contributions would allow another parentless child or teen to have a new home.

For fifteen years, Damien spent his time alone on the streets, only talking to familiar faces and family when he saw them. He had collected countless objects over the years, and kept every single thing that came to him. Pawning off items at several shops was his only source of income, and often times he had plenty to eat and drink. Damien eventually began to be known by those around him as Pack, seeing as he was a nice enough man to those he knew, and how Rat just seemed too mean to call any human being. He never accepted rides or change, never accepted a place to stay, even for a night, and he never once had a single regret in his life, other than not being able to trade his for his parents.

When reports of cannibalism began to break out into cities, Pack often cast them aside without a worry. However, when a man attempted to bite through Pack's coat, he knew he had been a fool not to believe. Luckily, his coat was so thick that it would more than likely take three or four of them to take him down alone. His thick leather trench coat provided just enough cover from scratches, bites, and occasional vomit, that he escaped with a small group of the homeless and made it to a shelter. Here, he gets a few looks of disapproval, but is relatively left alone to himself and his things. He has been roaming the shelter at night lately, just to make sure no one stole his things. He loved his things.

PREVIOUS PROFESSION; Pack Rat. Not quite a profession in it's own, but this allows him to have vast knowledge of city backstreets and roads. His internal map is phenomenal, and if someone makes friends with him, he will often trade goods for things he finds worth it. No money. He has a feeling that money will be worthless, soon.

OTHER; Nothing much else to say, other than I cannot wait to get into this roleplay!

So begins...

Damien Fereza's Story

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#2012-10-02 23:29:33, as written by danm36

Marcus watched as the infected woman shambling towards the man. He aimed at her head, his angle just giving enough clearance between her and the man's head, and just before he release a shot a girl, from the looks of it, bolted out of the bus and took out the infected. It took him a couple of seconds to see she was wielding a sizeable knife. "Looks like there may be more on the bus" he quietly commented back to the group. It was only then did he realise another noise, a quite murmuring that grew steadily in volume. I took him but a moment to realise that it was that Kat, in her drug induced state, had begun to 'sing'

It didn't take long for her to reach a dangerous volume either, causing Marcus to sprint over and clam his hand over her mouse. "Be...! Quiet...!" he hissed, "We don't want to wake up the beasts!" Turning to Christian he asked "How much of this stuff did you give her, cause this could be dangerous for everyone's health..." he trailed off as he saw the man and the girl standing, somewhat bewildered, in the doorway.

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#2012-10-03 05:58:48, as written by macheteshark

Cameron Hart

As Cameron opened the door and let Lulu past him and into the building. He quickly glanced around the street as he backed into the building and closed the door mumbling "that was easy" as he turned around. He immediately stopped talking and his smirked dropped to a half angry half surprised look when he saw the group before him and Lulu. "What the-?" he asked but was interrupted by the doped out ramblings of some chick half sat up on a bench. She introduced a number of them and then kept mumbling, what Cameron could only deduce was a sorry?.

Cameron looked around the room and saw blood flecked and splattered unceremoniously around the place. He looked to Lulu, "Ignore them" he said curtly, "You go look for you know what... and if they give you trouble, call out ok? I'm gonna look for for what I came for." Cameron nodded then turned to the group, "We ain't causin' trouble and we just wanna be on our way." he said as he pushed past Marcus and began his ascent up the stairs.

Cameron knew exactly where he wanted to go, he'd had it figured out long before the outbreak but didn't have time to make it here between the whole city going to shit and him getting out of jail. He reached the top landing and made his way down the hall and turned into the room he wanted when he suddenly recoiled and stepped back. "Oh jesus.." he hissed looking at the massive mound of flesh and filth. The stench filled his nostrils and he covered his face with his sleeve dry-wrenching. The room was painted with dribbling blood and the beast lay on the floor with it's face? laying sort of upwards. It had a bullet hole in its head and Cameron thanked his lucky stars it did. He was a big man but that thing was horrific.

Cameron turned the filing cabinet in the room and yanked hard on its handle breaking its lock and allowing him to sift through the classified information he was after. "Bingo!" he shouted when he found what he wanted, "You sonofabitch! I got ya now!" he said with a short chuckle. Cameron turned and made his way back down the stairs and called out to Lulu, "Hey, Lu? You got the goods?" he asked calling across the foyer. He caught the eye of a young woman as he did, she didn't look too pleased.

Hannah Blackstone

Hannah's eyes widened as Marcus informed the group about a bus and a man. Then they grew wider when she mentioned a woman. Her heartbeat raised at the thought of more survivors out there. "Humanity is still living" she whispered quietly to herself, relieved that they weren't the only ones who were surviving. She watched Kat sing to herself herself and grew uneasy as the woman's voice began to raise in tone. Then stepped in when Marcus clasped his hand across her mouth, "You can't just do that!" she hissed pulling his hand away then looking to Christian then to Pack as if to say, Tell him off too. But before Hannah could implement her stern stare properly the door opened a young woman and tall man walked in.

Hannah gulped nervously seeing the man, he was rather big and had defined muscles. But she smiled seeing the woman, or more accurately, girl before her. The man must be some sort a decent if a girl that looks so timid is with him, Hannah reasoned with herself. The man looked at the group then spoke to the girl . Hannah was about to introduce herself but the man spoke before anyone could say hellos. He spoke abruptly and informed them they wouldn't be in any danger from the two. He said something to the girl about getting something then made his way up the stairs without so much as hello.

Hannah was taken aback at his rudeness and grew irritated when he came blundering down the stairs and pushed past them shouting for the girl, Lu?". Hannah took his shouting as a cue to speak up, "Hey!" she hissed quietly, "Keep your damn voice down.. there are things in here!" she walked up to him trying to make herself as big as possible but when she was less then two feet away it became apparent her stature was comical next to his. "Who do you think you are anyway? Being so rude to us!" Hannah tried to lock eyes with him, but failed then looked around the group for support.

Cameron Hart

Cameron reeled on his feet when the woman shushed him. He stood firm and gave her a glare when she stormed up to him but cracked a sarcastic smile when she scolded him further, but heeded her warning about 'things' being in the police station. He looked behind him to see if he could see Lulu but didn't have any such luck, she's ok he reasoned internally, just struggling to get the guns. Cameron then turned back to Hannah and scoffed a little, "keep your fucking singer quiet then and we'll be quiet too" he said hissing with a loud whisper.

Cameron looked down at her then to the group and caught Christian's eyes, glared wildly then looked to Marcus and Rikter, "What're you lot staring at huh?" he asked gruffly. "Look, I ain't tryin' to be rude... But we gotta be on out way... there's a fire coming and I suggest you piss off too". Cameron looked behind his shoulder and called out as quietly as possible to Lulu "Lulu! Hurry up! We gotta go!". Suddenly a thud echoed through the station and Cameron went silent, readying himself for anything that might happen.

A few seconds passed and Cameron relaxed, something was moving about somewhere but it must have stopped for the time being. He connected eyes with Hannah, then surveyed the group and caught the eye of Carrie, the woman seemed familiar to him, "Look... We just want a gun or two and I had somethin' else I had to get.. we're leavin' in a mo and you can go about doing whatever it is you're doing." Cameron looked back behind himself again, "Lulu!" he hissed, "Hurry the fuck up, we gotta go!".

Cameron looked out the window for a second and his eyes were met with the bright orange glow of the ever nearing fire, "Jesus christ Lulu!" he shouted, "WE GOTTA GO!". Suddenly the thud filled the foyer again, this time though accompanied by a short a growl down the far end of a nearby hallway. "Fuck me" Cameron hissed.

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#2012-10-04 23:01:01, as written by danm36

The beasts had escaped.

"We have to go now!" he announced to nobody in particular. The man and girl who had entered earlier had already sprinted off, leaving them to deal with the monstrosities. "Don't think we need to be quiet any more..." he muttered, slipping off his rifle. The thing could probably smash you to pieces and was a chemical weapon. Lovely. Hannah was busy hefting Kat, while Christian's crowbar probably couldn't make a dent. Pack and Rikter, though, he had no judgement of. Had he seen Rikter fighting with Carrie at the zoo? At any rate he took aim at the things head and, before it released it's contents again, fired.

*ping*

The bullet had ricocheted off its skull and firmly implanted itself in a nearby light fitting. "Shit...". Taking aim again he loosed off another shot, only for a friend of its to burst through a wall causing the round to enter the beast's shoulder. This, at least, distracted it for long enough to get a shot directly through its eye socket. "It's down! GO!" he cried. The other one seemed to be preoccupied by the large man who had entered earlier, and wasn't paying them much attention. It took him but a glance in a roof to see they weren't safe.

"Jesus..."

In an open doorway in plain sight were six, maybe eight of the things that seemed to be stirring from a deep slumber. "We have to get to the bus now!"

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Damien Fereza

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a character in “I Am Still Alive.”, originally authored by Sadist_Orba, as played by RolePlayGateway

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