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Troy O'Donnell

"Like my father always said, it's never too late to kick someone's arse."

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a character in “The Walking Dead: Episode 1: Bad to Worse”, originally authored by Seveneleven, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

AGE: 30

PERSONALITY: Troy is a proud and rugged Irishman that does what he can to survive. Tough and hardened he doesn't like to take crap from anyone and is very stubborn. Now he isn't a bad person he's just a little tense considering all things. He is a hard worker and can carry his own weight around. Although he may seem harsh and unruly he was much more sociable person before the infection began. Always hanging out with good friends and enjoying good beer. Just like moving to America from Ireland, going from a civil world to a chaotic one was a big change. Troy was never a big fan of change and often wishes he was back home in Ireland. Since the infection Troy has become more suspicious towards others making it difficult to earn his trust. If he feels your are a problem then he isn't afraid to confront someone about it. This often gives off the impression that he's both rude and brutish. Past his gruff exterior you can see the old him which was often a very cheery and rambunctious man. Now it's very rare to see him in a good mood as is with most people.

BACKGROUND: Troy was born in Ireland and grew up in the Irish countryside. When his family moved to America it was a huge change for Troy as he left the world he once knew. Troy has been in and out of trouble in reaction to this. Arrested for brawling and disorderly conduct. He was just seen as a miscreant for a penchant for drinking and fighting. Treated as very stereotypical, Troy was a very much different person at home. He both honored and respected his mother and father. Especially his father since he was apart of the IRA. Troy wanted to be apart of the Irish Republican Army but his father didn't want his son to live in a state of constant warfare. Even growing up out of the cities in Northern Ireland, the warfare still reached their doorstep. Whether it was too late for Troy or not, he still found himself in conflict. His father died and left him with his knife. Troy would grow up, actually graduating from high school. He entered college but became a drop-out. As of now the infection spread which, basically ruined his plans of returning to college, for his mother's sake, and now only wishes to find her.


APPEARANCE: Troy stands in at 5'11" and weighs about 180lbs. His hair is mainly curly and is reddish-blonde. He often wears his hair in an odd dreadlock type fashion. His eyes are dark and he is fair in skin. He has a medium build thanks to his days in underground fights.

Equipment

His Father's Knife

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So begins...

Troy O'Donnell's Story

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Troy sat on a crate by one of the tents. Constantly fiddling with his father's trench knife. He flipped it about, unafraid of missing it and it cutting him in anyway. He would also stab it, in to the crate or into the dirt, thinking of the monsters when doing it. Troy spun the blade into the ground catching it and then spinning it again. He created a small circular trench by repeatedly performing this action. Troy became hopelessly bored and the wailing of the monsters from behind the fence did little to change it. In fact it just made him more anxious to do something, how long do they expect them to wait? Troy was never a patient man, hell the patience he's showing now is unlike him. It wasn't for the man arguing with the suits then he would have done it himself.

The guy wasn't the only one givin'em hell. A young woman decided to enter the fray and boy the fire. She even pulled an knife on them. While it didn't change their minds it made Troy laugh, it's something he would have done himself. They decided to gang up on the girl only to be called off by an elderly man. Troy supposes he ain't that old but certainly more older than any of the people here. Troy couldn't help but eavesdrop and noticed the woman is in fact another Irish native! What a funny coincidence. Troy thought he be the only Irishman here. From what Troy could gather her accent was quite strong, suggesting she must have just left Ireland not too long ago. Definitely not as long as Troy. While he was born in Ireland and did spent most of his childhood there, he did move to America when he was about become a teenager. All the reason so his father could avoid having him be involved in the IRA. Every time he thought of his father he looked at his knife. Troy sighed as he sheathed the knife. He supposes he should be thankful, his father didn't have to live to see this.

In his restlessness, Troy stood up and walked around the camp. He walked about rather imposingly, warning that if any of these eejits want to try that shit with him, they'll get their own. From what Troy could tell from this group of people they're tough and rowdy. Qualities now, that are looking pretty good unlike before the outbreak. Troy wondered how much longer they'll have to wait. His walk brought him to one of the gates where a Walker was staring him down. "Who are you, gawkin' at huh?" Troy aggressively spoke. The Walker replied with some grunts. "Wha'?" "Yer gonna 'ave to speak up more." Troy tauntingly placed his ear near the fence. This served to rile up the Walker. Troy placed his head away and unsheathed his knife. "Oh! You want some of me?" Troy spoke as he stabbed the creature in the face. The knife dugged deep enough to kill the beast as Troy pulled out the knife and the body fell. "That'll teach ya not to mess wit me." Troy said as he cleaned his knife.

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Character Portrait: Troy O'Donnell Character Portrait: Katherine 'Kate Harris Character Portrait: Sam Bryant
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#, as written by Sinkai
Aislin's ears perked. Just a few yards away a man was speaking in an accent quite like her own. She smiled, he was definitely someone she would make a point to talk to. It was nice hearing the voice from her homeland, it comforted her despite the situation... The situation that was just about to get worse. The next thing Aislin heard was a copter. Her heartrate increased momentarily, images of rescue flashing through her mind, before she noticed it's awkward jerking patterns. It swayed in the air, almost as if it was attached to a string and being swung around. Within the blink of an eye she was staring at a screeching chunk of metal crashing through whatever was in its way. The next horror was the pilot: that poor soul. She watched the fragments of what once was a man stagger around before finally collapsing in a pool of his own blood. Taking a deep breath, she turned away from the sight, figuring that the girl and the man who ran to him would make sure he didn't come back.

The next thing on her mind was a seemingly straight cut man. His hair had been spiked and his facial hair was shaved and appeared professional. The next thing out of his mouth was about the ambulance, and all of her focus was on him. This is it. This is our way out. Aislin started towards the man, stopping a few feet away to his side, waiting until after the pair had asked to go.

"I'd accompany you too, if ya'd have me. I can be of use medically if ya' need any assistance-I know a thing or two about Biology." She smirked, she was proud of her educational background. All through her schooling, she had worked as hard as she could, desperately trying to gain scholarships to afford coming to America. Some great thing that did. Regardless, she liked feeling useful, and would perform anything asked of her with little to no hesitation.

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Character Portrait: Aislin Doran Character Portrait: Troy O'Donnell Character Portrait: Katherine 'Kate Harris Character Portrait: Matt Hendricks Character Portrait: Christopher Parkings Character Portrait: Sam Bryant Character Portrait: Dutch Kingsman
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After Troy sheathed the knife he heard the man that argued with the suits, asked if anyone has a plan. Sure, Troy had a plan, but one that didn't include avoiding the monsters. Troy would rather be gung-ho and take as many of 'em as one can to escape. Seeing their work on the outside, well even if they all have a fighting spirit they would end up getting munched on. That was when another young guy came forth with a bag and mentioned he can take us in the Ambulance. Troy looked over to see the one that came in from earlier. This guy must be one of them medics or something. Troy made his way toward the group but stopped short on the sound of a helicopter. Troy quickly spun around to see what could have been their salvation, turned out to be another nightmare.

In came the copter like a bat out of hell and it crashed into the EVAC center. "Of all the fuckin' things!" Troy shouts as he watched the crash. Then was followed by a what looked like half a man, stumbling out and dying. "Shit!" Troy shouted again and walked up to the group. As he walked up two more people appeared, a man and a woman. It seems they want to catch the next bus out of here. If the the ambulance was their best shot out of here, then Troy is sure as hell he wants to go. "Wha' in the hell is goin' on 'ere!?" Troy shouted making his presence known. As he heard the others speaking of how much room they could hold, Troy didn't want to miss his spot. "Oi! I'll be takin' that one way trip outta 'ere too!" Troy boisterously called out after Aislin spoke. "I ain't goin' to be these fuckers next meal!" Troy spoke as he gave them a look of determination. He isn't going to be left behind, he's going whether they like it or not.

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Character Portrait: Aislin Doran Character Portrait: Troy O'Donnell Character Portrait: Katherine 'Kate Harris Character Portrait: Matt Hendricks Character Portrait: Christopher Parkings Character Portrait: Sam Bryant Character Portrait: Red Flowers Character Portrait: Dutch Kingsman
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"He's drunk...at least I hope..." Sam thought as the man who had been antagonizing the geeks along the fence strolled over and started shouting at them. His accent was pretty strong but he made his intention pretty clear. As did the other girl with the eye makeup and slightly easier accent next to the older gent. The other woman seemed a bit older than himself, as well as the man with her. They looked oddly familiar, like he'd seen them somewhere before. Maybe the hospital during one of his runs?

"It's fine, It's fine." Sam said. By his count, that was seven people, eight if the girl nearby with the blue bandana around her wrist came as well. "It will be a bit cramped, but the bed was taken out when we got here so there's room. He took up Cane's kit again and strode to the back of the ambulance and opened the doors. His kit lay on the floor to the right, where he left it. He placed Cane's bag on top of his. "Someone can sit on that, nothing inside will break." There was also a long bench on the right side that could sit three comfortably, four in this case, with a cargo net lining the wall behind the passenger seat to hold onto. A large cabinet was built into the bench where various supplies were kept. More cabinets scaled the wall to the right side as well as another seat where a technician such as himself, or paramedic would sit to tend to the patient.

Sam reached up into the cabinets on the left and pulled two plastic morgue drapes free to lay down over the coagulated blood and muck left behind from the animated man. It was too apparent on the large space in the absence of the stretcher that normally occupied it. "That should do it. Anybody else?" He turned back to Christopher. "I'll drive, I take it you're up front with me?"

OOC: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b0/Ambulance_5.jpg <-----Minus the bed of course.

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Troy wasn't surprised the dead decided to pick now to get the drop on them. They're only chance of survival seemed hopeless, but Troy wasn't one just to go down quietly. Grabbing his bag he packed up earlier, he unsheated his trench knife and began to make a mad dash for the van. It was still they're best bet of escape whether Walkers stood in their path or not. Troy ran by the others and looked for the guy with the bag (Sam Bryant) and ran up to him. "Oi! Friend!" Troy called out to him. "Yer the one who knows how to drive this thing and yer comin' with me." Troy spoke as he placed his hand on his shoulder. "Come on we're gonna die if we don't move it!" Troy exclaimed as he looked ahead. Walkers closing in fast and Troy wasn't sure if he could handle them all. "I hope you got a weapon with yeh, otherwise it don't look good." Troy spoke keeping a firm hand on the guy.

Troy immediately let him go of him, when a Walker lunged from his side. Taking the knife he made a quick swipe as he pierced the side of it's head. He withdrew the blade as the sack of flesh dropped. Troy noticed more coming and grew frustrated. "We gotta go now!" "Either yer comin' or give me the fuckin keys!" Troy demanded. Troy wasn't going to wait around much longer. Time was definitely not on their sides.

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Character Portrait: Aislin Doran Character Portrait: Troy O'Donnell Character Portrait: Katherine 'Kate Harris Character Portrait: Matt Hendricks Character Portrait: Christopher Parkings Character Portrait: Sam Bryant Character Portrait: Red Flowers Character Portrait: Dutch Kingsman
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Sam didn't have any other belongings besides the kit and everything in the Ambulance and was still fairly close to it when the gate came crashing down. Most of the others had been trapped on the other side of the fence and where the geeks were flooding in. He decided to get to the van before too many were on him when a firm grip grabbed a hold of his clothing and pulled him off balance. As he twisted and pulled against the grip, he heard a rough accent yelling at him. Troy finally let go of him and kept yelling at Sam to come on or give him the keys. "Just get in the damn van already!" Sam yelled back.

Sam jumped in the driver's seat and started the Ambulance as Troy kept his guttural yelling. "Shut up already!" He snapped. There was no way Sam was just going to floor it and take off without the others, but there was a horde of geeks and a gate in his way. "Ah Fuck it!" Sam put the pedal to the floor and shifted the gear to drive. The van stuttered a second as it crashed over the fence and the few geeks clawing behind it. They bumped and banged over undead bodies as Sam tried to avoid hitting too many at once.

He drove past the survivors to allow them access to the back of the van and stopped as close as he could to them without hitting anyone. He left the Ambulance running and opened the doors to the back. "Hurry up! Get in!" He yelled over the sounds of destruction.

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#, as written by Sinkai
Of course, the second things start ta' look up the bloody wall crashes in. Lovely.

Aislin tightened the straps on her pack as fast as she could before reaching for her AK 47 automatic knife. It wasn't a very long knife, so she'd have to work twice as fast to avoid direct infection via a nasty bite. Not to mention it would hurt like a bitch, and the chances escaping after one grabbed me are little to nothing. Plus, I'd be shot after that bite, no doubt about it. Then again, the adrenaline in my bag has the potential to- Aislin's thoughts were stopped short as she became aware she was face to face with a repulsive blood-spewing zombie. She wanted to freeze, petrified with fear. But she didn't have time for that. Her body instantly went into survival mode. Twisting her torso to the side so she was facing down, she lifted her leg and shoved hard, sending the undead abomination back away from her face, out of her danger zone. Immediately memories of all her kickboxing classes flooded her memory, and then all contemplation of the situation left her head. There was no thought process. Her instincts took over.

Flicking the knife in her hand out, she dove forward, running low to the ground until she was upon the walker she kicked down. Within an instant the knife was lodged into his eye socket, and she pulled it back just as quickly as she had been upon him. Next thing Aislin attempted was to swing her right leg up, following an invisible arch as her left hand planted on the ground to steady herself. Sure, she sort of hit one walker in the jaw, but the next one was a larger man. Her foot hit his stomach, stopping her motion instantly. Rebounding off his body, she lost her balance and fell back on her elbows. The fat fleshy being started towards her, scratching her leg in the process of pulling her body towards his mouth. After releasing a short scream, Aislin's other foot made contact with his face. A satisfying crunch signified she had hit him hard enough to break his nose, perhaps even splitting his vomer. She didn't waste time. She rolled back up onto her feet, dashing towards the ambulance that seemed to appear out of nowhere. Dodging zombies left and right, she finally made it to the vehicle and grabbed the woman's hand, hoisting herself into the back.