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Bacon (Jeffery Nabdron)

"Let's make it sizzle."

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a character in “The Damned II”, as played by Quantumlegacy

Description

Picture.

Bacon stands at just under six feet tall at five feet and ten inches. He has green-grey eyes and light blonde spiky hair. He usually wears some sort of short sleeve shirt and a pair of bluejeans. If he can get some, since he tends to burn through his clothes faster then most people. He has a earring in his right hear and a few tattoo's on his body.

Power: Bacon can both manipulate and create fire. It's easier for him to take an existing flame and turn it into anything from a source for shooting fireballs to constructing weapons of fire. So long as he can keep concentration he can keep up the fire as long as he wants/can. So far through testing he has come to the conclusion it is harder to maintain a flame or flames from farther distances and he hasn't been able to keep it up past a hundred yards or so, it's hard to test these things. Obviously the more complex the act he is doing the more it is going to take out of him. As said before though he doesn't need a source fire to make fire, so long as there is oxygen there can be fire. Bacon is able to mentally spark a fire from nothing and use it. Though this take more concentration.

Gang: Mayday Bandits

Theme Song: Burnin' For You - Blue Oyster Cult

Personality

In a few words, Bacon is impulsive. In a more in-depth view. Bacon can be rash and easily swayed by his emotions. He tends to do what he thinks is right no matter really what others may tell him. He has little to no morals left and wouldn't think twice about robbing someone, or leaving them behind. He doesn't forgive things well so getting on his badside is never a good idea. He can work in a group well enough but he'll always be a loner at heart.

On the other hand he loves to party and have a good time. It helps keeps his mind off his past and the end of Jeffery. He doesn't fear much of anything except for certain other survivor's he'd met. Having since learned much about himself he enjoys displaying his powers and practicing the craft of it. His outlook on life is strange in the way that he doesn't care about religion or the psycho babble that some people try and tell him. He knows that what is here and now is real and a constant threat. Even though he numb himself through the partying and puts forward a brave face he struggles within as he decides whether he should live or die every day.

Equipment

An engraved lighter.
Sack
Warped Fork

History

Before the infection and realization of what he was, Jeffery Nabdron wasn't very notable. He went to school, got average grades and had no friends. He kept to himself for the most part and managed to get through most of his life just fine. When he was seventeen though things began to change. That was 2004.

He woke up with a headache, something that had been happening everyday for two weeks after his birthday. He went to school angry, something he usually never was. Ended up in a fight with a local bully which is where things got kind of dicey. The kid was beating the shit out of Jeffery and everyone was laughing. He couldn't focus because of the headache and the laughing. He didn't even feel the kid attacking him anymore.

It was just when people were starting to turn away and the teachers could be heard running down the halls that it happened. Jeffery could never explain what happened only that it had happened. He had stood up, everything clearing into focus, and screamed at the kid.

"Don't you fucking walk away from me!" He'd never been this angry before. Bleeding he stepped towards the kid and put his hand out towards him. There was a flash of light, which later turned out to be fire, and everyone nearby but him was on the ground putting themselves out.

That was the first time he tapped into himself. Several kids including the bully, Michel Mitchins, had to go to the hospital with second degree burns. Needless to say his parents pulled him out of school. They ended up having to move after threats of legal action and people calling him freak or threatening to kill them.

It hadn't mattered though, they probably all died anyway. It wasn't long after that the virus showed up in his town. He watched that day as the only people he cared about were torn apart by the old lady who had house sat with him one time.

It was also the second time he used his power. After narrowly escaping he ended up alone. It stayed that way for the better part of seven more years before he ended up in New Raven. He'd learned a lot about himself since then and had changed his name to Bacon. His old identity was sad and boring and he had needed something memorable for the new him. So he chose his favorite food, and he loved his pun lines. "Let's make it sizzle."

It wasn't long till he had made some enemies before eventually making the right friends. He's been in his gang now for a year. It's the longest he's ever stayed in one place. It was probably because there were so many more like him here it had intrigued him and taught him so much more. He's not sure if it's sad that he can say that these last two years have been some of the best of his life since it all began.

So begins...

Bacon (Jeffery Nabdron)'s Story

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Bacon - Near Mayday Bandit Territory

Bacon was almost back to the hideout. He'd kept to the side streets as he knew there were still plenty of rotters running loose through the streets. He'd just recently left a large mob behind after he'd stopped for a moment to eat. He had stopped to use a group of zombies as target practice but ended up getting surrounded. Taking refuge in a boarded up home, he'd eaten and recuperated some before narrowly escaping them breaking in. He paused for a moment at a corner. He heard the unmistakable sound of an engine muffled though it was by distance.

Must be someone new to town he'd seen most of the locals before that weren't already dead and none of them traveled around so loudly. He didn't have time to worry about that though. Things were still bleak back at the base what with the recent shortage in food supplies. Shifting the weight of the pack he started again towards home. He only had a few more minutes travel before he'd be back in Mayday territory once he reached the gas station near here it wouldn't be long before making it home.

Bacon hadn't been in town long himself, only a few years, but he had definitely made a name for himself as a scavenger and as a fierce fight when backed into a corner. He'd managed to land a nice spot with the Mayday Bandits, they were a rowdy bunch but overall good hearted and in the end sometimes that's what matters.



Maystin - Basement of a Diamond Dog Safehouse


The air was thick with dust. This place wasn't used very often and the recent activity in the room had disturbed the thick film of it that had been everywhere. In the center of the room a bruised man was tied down in a metal chair. It was secured into the ground by bolts and the man by chains. He wasn't going anywhere.

"You'll.. never... win." The brown haired victim sputtered between breathes of blood.

"That's where you are wrong. I'm the best at these things and you will be broken." Gerald responded as he pulled at the end of his glove tightening it on his hand. It had loosened during his last round of punishments.

The man was a spy for the Todd Foxes. They'd planted him a few months back trying to sabotage the Diamond Dog's food supplies. As of late things hadn't been going so well for them and food was a shortage in general. The only gang really living it up was the Todd Foxes as they hoarded everything. It had become Maystin's task to not only find out which gang the man was from originally but now squeeze out any information related to the Todd Foxes supply caches around town. They knew most of it was kept in their HQ but they were hoarders and hoarders kept shit everywhere.

"Speak! Or I'll really get angry and you don't really want me to start getting creative." Gerald roared as he hit the man again and again. Silence followed only broken by the harsh breathing and blood filled coughing fits. He'd already done a number on the man to break him in the first place. The loyalty some people had always seemed to find a way to shock him. The concept still alien to him.

His eye twitched as the frustration began to set in. He moved away from the center of the room to a wooden crate nearby. Rummaging within it he began to hum a little diddy. It wasn't long before he procured some rather disturbing looking instruments with a wicked grin. It wasn't long before the room filled with the cries of pain.

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Naomi Phillips


Rubbing her eyes, Naomi awoke from a nap on the sofa in the room she had thus far claimed for herself. If nothing else, living in a hotel had its advantages, there was never a shortage of things to sleep on. She glanced silently at her watch, she had been out for only a few hours at most, but things could go to hell in less. Her backpack was placed back over her shoulder, never going anywhere without it, no exceptions. She tousled her hair and walked through the doorway, closing it softly behind her. There was a lobby of sorts in which the Bandits frequented within the hotel, it was the best place to take a quick head count. If nothing else, then to calm her nerves.

Descending the last flight of stairs, she saw what consisted of her group sitting around. Some where playing cards, others just talking. Scanning the room, a voice spoke up from across one of the tables. "If you're thinkin' it looks a little empty, Bacon went out." It came from someone they affectionally called Tito, a human a few years younger than Naomi. "Alone?" Naomi frowned, she didn't like it when people left by themselves. It wasn't that she thought Bacon personally couldn't take care of himself, just the rival gangs had been more active lately, more aggressive. No doubt due to the food shortage, she just preferred people had better odds when they left, not that it was a rule that was greatly enforced. Tito replied with his usual goofy tone, not even looking away from his poker game, "Yeah, we're all gettin' a little hungry here. I wasn't gonna stop 'im." Naomi rolled her eyes, "How long ago?". "Dunno." He smirked, as if he was amused by the fact that she would even bother to ask. "Alright, alright. I'll take a quick look. Nobody die before I get back, 'kay?" she joked back, the last part directed to the group, although (to no surprise of hers), no one bothered to acknowledge the comment.

Climbing out the closest window, she descended the fire escape and landed with a thud on the ground. Reaching to the skateboard she kept poking out of her pack, she placed it on the ground and sped off in the direction of the old gas station. It was a good vigilance and boundary point for their territory, surrounded by markings she knew all too well. It wasn't far from the hotel, it only took a few minutes by board, and the alley ways were almost void of any life at all. No rats, no nothing. She reached the gas station, climbing and shimming her way to the top, her board back safely in her backpack. Looking around, she saw a figure moving. Close, but not very. She couldn't tell the identify of it, but it was definitely a person, not one of those...things.

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Gerald Maystin - Basement of a Diamond Dog Safehouse

"One. Two. Three. Peel! One two three. Peel!" Gerald was hunched over the man with a pair of pliers peeling the man's finger tips in time with his sing-song words. When he suddenly became aware he was no longer alone in the room. "Seems we have company Trevor. My delicious morsel just you hold that thought."

"Stop!" The voice cried out as he turned to the figure slowly circling around him.

He couldn't make out much besides it was a small female in an ivory colored cloak with jeans. She was obscuring her face with her bits of distinctly brown hair and the cloak. He studied her with his eyes not moving, not breathing as she circled. A silence ensued as the two stared eachother down only to be broken by the dying gurgles of the man. He'd long since taken more punishment then his body could hand and Gerald had only been preparing to indulge himself. He'd already started with the other arm which was missing up to the elbow. Gerald grinned allowing some blood to ooze from his lips as he eyed the girl with the gun. He didn't think he knew her but it was hard to tell with her being masked. Deciding he was intrigued by her guts to even be in Diamond Dog territory let alone interrupting him.

"Do you know who I am? Do you know where you are? To what end do I owe this honor of interruption?" The grin never leaving his face as he watched her for a reaction mentally preparing himself again for her eventual attack. At the same time he'd probe her trying to get a feel for her mind softly pressing against it.

Bacon - Inside Mayday Petrol

He was coming in view of the gas station now. He'd noticed that other then the sound of the motorcycle earlier he hadn't seen anything alive or dead since leaving his last shelter. Stepping up on the curb from the street into the gas station's parking lot he figured he'd check to see if anyone was inside or left any new for him. They had their own system of keeping announcements through a variety seemingly random things set in a certain order.

He crossed the small parking lot heading into the building slowly waiting for an ambush that never came. He was only a few minutes away from the hotel now but he was actually kind of thirsty and he knew that there was a faucet that actually had running clean water in here. He moved through the small mostly barren store towards the one restroom.

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Naomi Phillips


Naomi peered over the edge of the roof, watching the figure grow closer and closer until she was sure it was the guy she was looking for. He hadn't seemed to notice her, though. She smiled, glad things had gone as smoothly as ever. In times like these, ease was a luxury very difficult to find. And better yet, he didn't even seem injured or anything. Comically oblivious of her presence, but none the less unharmed. At least, for what she could see, anyway. Her eyes followed his movements as he crossed practically under her and into the store she was perched upon. No doubt trying for some water, which was almost as rare as ease. Maybe it would just be easier to say that everything beneficial in the slightest was getting a little sparse.

Keeping a grip on the edge with her hands, she pushed her body off the roof, then let herself drop. The drop was only about three feet once she had dangled, but she still stumbled a little bit. Bacon was moving towards the bathroom, but Naomi quickly pushed open the door and announced an enthusiastic, "Boo!" She followed it up with a small laugh, adding with a joking tone, "If I wasn't coming with such good intentions, you'd be in quite the situation, huh?" Another laugh, closing the door behind her.

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Gerald Maystin - Basement of Diamond Dog Safe House

He narrowed his eyes at the woman as she pushed him out and tried to insult him but only for a moment. As she finished her speel he slowly raised his right hand keeping his fingers balled except for the pointer. He then proceeded to wag his finger at her in protest.

"Rowean. I admire your aggressive will but I think you still don't seem to understand. Even if you miraculiously take me out. We are deep in my neck of the woods, girl. How you even managed to wander in this far unharrased is a mystery to me. "

He stopped taking a breath and stepping away from the probably now dead man.

"See the sound of violence is like a beacon to my brethren. With so many of us nearby I don't think it would be pleasant for you though I doubt there'd be much left for them after I was finished with you. I'd still like to have some civility for a time though. You could be interesting Rowean. As I said you've made it this far already."

He watched her still waiting for the moment she made her decision on how this was going to go.

Bacon - Inside Mayday Petrol

He was just about to open the door to the bathroom when he heard something. As he turned though he almost jumped out of his skin and instinctively pulled his lighter from his pocket. He was startled by Naomi as she stepped in shouting trying to scare him. After his intial shock left him he grinned. He was glad to see another person from the gang and she was one of his better friends he'd made since coming here. He had left without really telling anyone where he was going so it only made since of all the people to come looking for him or to run into it'd be her.

"Naomi, you scared the shit out of me! I could have hurt you. I was literally two seconds from putting forth everything to blast whatever you could have been into a smoldering pile of whatever. Come here you bitch."

He was still grinning as he stepped towards her forgetting about his thirst he open his arms to try and embrace her.

"I got food."

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"Naomi, you scared the shit out of me! I could have hurt you. I was literally two seconds from putting forth everything to blast whatever you could have been into a smoldering pile of whatever. Come here you bitch." Naomi smiled, she could tell she caught him completely off guard, he wasn’t kidding when he said he was close to letting her have it. It wasn’t something she’d flinch over, though, not yet.

”The key element there is the two seconds. I’ll worry when you actually do something.” She smirked wide, wrapping her arms lightly in her customary bro-hug. ”I’m glad I scared you, you little shit. Now we’re even. I hope you got enough food in there to make up for it.” She let her arms drop, her joking nature now turning to an inquisiting one. ”Who’s area did you get it from anyway? All ours are tapped.”

A sudden concern started to rise in her, whether or not they needed to be worried of some less than forgiving territory owners becoming aware of their intrusion. Certain areas allowed for more autonomy than others, but she couldn’t attest to their food levels. It was all a numbers game in these times. Food levels, threat levels, troops and members, everything depended on numbers. Unfortunately the Bandits were running a little low in those lately.

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Bacon - Inside Mayday Petrol

When she let him go,. he grinned before turning around and heading towards the bathroom.

"Some of it I pilfered from some Angel's while they lay asleep in the open and the rest of it I found in a couple old abandoned houses just on the outskirts of Bloodhound Territory. So, Let's just say I found it. "

He passed the end of the counter as he finished his confession.

"Just give me a second I really need a drink. "

He stepped through the gap that should have been a door into a small cramped one person restroom. Everything here still worked despite it being covered in a variety of things from blood to graffiti. He wiped the bottom of the faucet head and turned it on. Letting it run a second a spurt of gunk shot out before slowly clean water ran from it. Cupping his hands he pooled some water in it before raising it to his lips.

The water was cold and refreshing after his journey with limited liquids. He'd tried not to use anything he'd collected to have more for the rest of his gang. As he finished drinking he stepped back out into the main area.

"Doing anything special besides lookin' for me? Otherwise I say we head back and share what I got."

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"Some of it I pilfered from some Angel's while they lay asleep in the open and the rest of it I found in a couple old abandoned houses just on the outskirts of Bloodhound Territory. So, Let's just say I found it." She grinned back at Bacon, if they hadn't come by now they obviously hadn't noticed. It wasn't a huge deal, it was just something to keep note of and be wary of.

He turned back around, going to get a drink from the less than clean but none the less workable bathroom. There were only so many sources of water left, and running water was a luxury found only in select few places in their territory.

"Doing anything special besides lookin' for me? Otherwise I say we head back and share what I got." Her eyes pressed closed for longer than the standard blink. "There's been some unwanted….activity at our boarder a little less than a mile from here. I was actually going to go check it out." Her smile had briefly faded, these sorts of problems could mean serious trouble, or they could mean nothing at all, it was always a toss up. Needless to say, she was a bit worried. It hadn't even been a full month since they lost their last member to a Saint.

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Bacon - At Mayday Petrol

Bacon listened as Naomi told him of the activity. It wasn't the first time there had been something going on in their borders. But truthfully activity had been going up in everyone's area because of the recent shortage in mainly food. Which means an increase in the number of scouts gangs would send out to try and scavenge things. As well as a rise in zombie population in the city. Something about this city just keeps drawing them in and Bacon for one was sure that one of the gangs were experimenting on them and maybe even humans. He hadn't the faintest clue of who but every now and then someone would run into one of the rejects. He allowed himself a mental chill before he refocused on Naomi.

"Well, I don't know about you but I don't see why we are just standing here anymore?" Bacon announced playfully as he shifted the weight of the pack and did a quick scan of the inside of the Gas station again. Seeing nothing useful pop out to him he shrugged and without waiting for a response he strolled out into the open and made it to the curb before he stopped. He had just realized that she hadn't told him exactly which direction. Only that it was about a mile from here.

Feeling a bit foolish he scanned the streets and fronts of the buildings nearby looking for any activity at all. Nothing in the streets at all still. It was seriously too quiet for it's own good. As he turned to see if Naomi had exited the building yet though he saw a flicker of motion up in a window of one the buildings across the street. Turning his head he raised a hand above his eyes to shield his vision from the sun. Squinting he scanned the fourth floor where he'd seen it hoping to catch another glimpse.