Personality: âIt couldâve
The events ensuing after the outbreak left Techâs mind fractured. Itâs sometimes difficult to picture what heâs actually thinking, if heâs even thinking at all. Jittery would be a good word, though itâs often not nerves that give him pause more like the thoughts are leaking out as he tries to grasp whatâs going on. Whatever it is he doesnât seem to be burdened by the social conflicts he may have once shouldered and though most other tasks may elude him the one thing that keeps him focused is creating & maintaining, not that there is too much to occupy him when survival is a struggle. It might seem wrong to a previous population, but cannibalism to Tech came to be a slight bonus to the worlds end, when he can find âunspoiledâ people.
Likes:
Joy rides
Goggles
Human flesh
Mechanical things
Groups
Direction
Staring
Dislikes:
Fire "Its a need/hate thing"
The touched
Isolation
Birds âToo bonyâ
Recreational technology
Strengths: The inability to remember his past hasnât inhibited his previous talents, he seems to fluidly switch from the mess of a human he is to the engineering manic he may once have proudly been. Itâs the only real thing that survived the pandemic, and is most likely the only reason he wasnât excluded and killed long ago.
Weaknesses: To Tech, fire takes on a whole sentience of its own. He canât remember anything of what transpired but the event still has great hold over him. At sight he will bolt, dropping or leaving anything/anyone. Small fires don't pose him great pause as long as they are controlled, he dislikes it but it is important and his fear has lead to little understanding of it's nature. Large fires at close proximity will paralyse him, possibly even finish what it failed to do before. Being a cannibal, though may be considered normal by the warped populous, still leaves him on the outside of the remnant civilisation. His motives thus remain questionable and his trust is yours, at your peril.
History: There isn't a previous history for Tech, he suffered a tremendous injury in a building fire that started when "touched" carriers invaded his work. Before then Tech had been an engineer however he can no longer remember that to be able to profess. Added to the list of lost to Tech are his family and friends; the liberation of such attributes blind self-preservation and diminished morals.
Tech was pulled from the burning wreckage by who he assumed was a colleague, though there wasn't any evidence to support this. The presumed colleague spoke to Tech as if they knew each other and discussed the deteriorating state of the town. It didn't take the colleague long to realise Tech had been damaged more ways than just bruised ribs and a banged head. He hoisted Tech up and they went to seek aid. When the first visible person was in sight the colleague dropped Tech down asking him to hold on. Tech watched as his former colleague was touched by the stranger. The colleagues mannerisms changed within seconds and he bolted towards Tech as the stranger collapsed. There was a rifle shot and Tech saw his friend fall; two men appeared in a pickup, saving Tech.
Much time from then on was fitting in with the others and their numbers bolstered. Together they raided houses for supplies. Tech seemed extremely versed with mechanics, disabling mansion security systems with ease, mending the various vehicles acquired, and thus "Tech" was born. One raid turned for the worst when they were attacked by "touched" victims, Tech's growing insanity pushed him to grab a guitar of all things and repeatedly smash one person to death which turned out to be one of the bandits. Tech has since added knives to the end of the remnants of the guitar neck, often trailing it along road as he walks. Not weeks later had they run short on food growing ever more desperate. The bandit gang praised their luck when they came across a survivor. Nat shot the survivor and they all enjoyed their first Human ham.
The bandit crew and Tech discovered stairs descending down in one mansion and found catacombs leading out towards the next town and they counted their blessings after finding a large group of survivors down there. It has been their lair and home since.
Family: He doesnât have a clue.
I am a circus freak
Caught in a cage, caught in a cage
Staring without a blink
Swallow me whole, swallow me whole
I am a circus freak
Cut out my heart, cut out my heart
Loveless and watch me bleed
Tear me apart, tear my apart
Yeah!
I've lost myself in make-believe
I don't wanna go, I don't want to go, make me
Over and over I've deceived
I don't wanna go, I don't want to go
You want the form? I can't conform
Cause I can't take any more of your tainted bliss cause
I've lost myself in make-believe
You can't break me
I am a circus freak
So many scars, so many scars
I'm just the common creep
Something to watch, something to watch
Oh, you know you can't break me
I've lost myself in make-believe
I don't wanna go, I don't want to go, make me
Over and over I've deceived
I don't wanna go, I don't want to go
You want the form? I can't conform
Cause I can't take any more of your tainted bliss cause
I've lost myself in make-believe
You can't break me
"Crumble and crumble
Step up for the one and it's own lonely
Circus freak!"
[x2]
You'll never break me
You'll never change me, no
La, da, da, da, da
La, da, da, da
I've waited 10 long years just to look in the mirror
And to find just what I'm staring at
I've waited 10 long years just to tell you I'm fearless
You don't understand, I've become who I am!
Oh!
You know you can't break me
I've lost myself in make-believe
I don't wanna go, I don't want to go, make me
Over and over I've deceived
I don't wanna go, I don't want to go
You want the form? I can't conform
Cause I can't take any more of your tainted bliss cause
I've lost myself in make-believe
You can't break me
Sample Post:
That greasy haired goon shot him. So why didnât I care? It seemed like something should be wrong with this picture, but none of it seemed to bother me. Heck, I didnât remember him anyway. My head hurts. Blood dripped down from the poorly dressed wound on my head. Interesting. I zoned out for a short while⊠or was it a long while? I donât know, but the greasy one is shouting in my direction. The chubby one, driving, threw open the pickups door, guess that was an invitation. Stay or go then? Canât say thereâs a lot going on here. I got walked over not looking back at the corpses, and got in.
It felt like it was in bad condition, my prognosis, itâs life hadnât long to go at this rate. Strange, whereâd that come from? The truck stopped outside a pretty looking suburban house. I think they were saying something about supplies, but something else was irritating me. Hopping out I made for the garage.
âGood thinking, cover all basesâ, the greasy one said I think they chubby one was calling him Nat or something My pace increased and grabbed a few pieces and tools, the others starting to draw confusion on their faces.
The chubby one Biscuit? chimed in, âWhat are you doing?â I found the hood of the truck and started the melody. âHey! Hey! Not my ride!â Biscuit was angry, and Nat was only just catching up with the peculiar scene.
Ahh, now this, this was right. Everything fits. It was like my hands knew how to cure the sick machine. A gun cocked. âStep away from the truck Mrâ, Nat stared at me.
Itâs all fine, it was done. âTry it nowâ, encouraged shakily Strange, I canât seem to stop twitching. Biscuit turned the key cautiously not sure what to expect. Purrr, ahh. It was a beautiful sound.I bounced back into the passenger seat Live long my steed
âGuess we found yer use thenâ, smiled Nat âwe got us a Techâ hmm, Tech