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Trey Robertson

~ Survival, It Isn't About Who You Are, But What You Do. ~

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a character in “Viral Outbreak”, as played by LogantheCope

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{ "Survival of the fittest...what a stupid saying." }



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|{Full Name}|
Jordan Trey Robertson

|{Nickname}|
Trey

|{Age}|
26

|{Sexuality}|
Heterosexual

|{Weapon}|
Crowbar

|{Location}|
Local Hospital

|{Occupation}|
Medical Intern




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|{Hobbies || Talents}|
Jack Of Trades; Hes always been pretty good at just a little bit of everything, however he isn't good enough that he can call those individual things talents or skills.

Intelligent; Hes always been someone who would study just to learn, and thus has amassed a rather large amount of knowledge.

Reading ; Its kind of a lame hobby, but Trey loves to read. Usually hes got his nose buried in some obscure medical journals, but sometimes he likes to stray into the land of fiction.

Persuasive; A talent picked up from his childhood, hes always had a knack for getting people to do what he wants with just a little nudge.

|{Fears || Weaknesses}|
Dying/Losing His Family; A fear he believes everyone can relate to.

Large Dogs; He was attacked by a Bull Mastiff as a kid, and has been weary of dogs ever since.

The Dark; Another irrational fear, he doesn't mind it as long as theres a little bit of light, but if its full dark he freaks out.

Drowning; Its pretty irrational, and hes been lucky enough to have avoided any near drowning experiences throughout his life.

Physically Lacking; He was lucky enough to be born with a thirst for knowledge...but unfortunately was not born with any sort of athletic interest.




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|{Appearance}|
Trey is a tall, and very slim man with barely any muscle. He stands at 5'9" and his slim figure often makes it easy to compare him to a pole. Though the comparison usually falls flat once he slouches - which is something he does often when in the presence of anyone shorter than him. He doesn't have many spectacular features that set him apart from anyone else. No tattoos, piercings, or scars that would make him in the least bit seem less stuffy. His clothes are perhaps the only thing that reflect his age, as he is used to wearing plaid shirts and jeans over anything else.
|{Personality}|
{Logical, Neurotic, Cheerful, Honest, Bland}

The kind of guy who is always smiling, or making some witty joke. He may seem like a lonely nerd from the outside looking in but Trey is perfectly content with his life the way it is. In fact he can be kind of Neurotic in the sense that anything to do with a change in his daily routine causes him to panic. To do almost anything he has to make an elaborate plan in his head, and gets a little bit carried away with the ridiculous things he comes up with. Despite his cheerful and affable nature it can be noted that Trey is a rather Bland person. Perhaps not boring for the first couple of conversations, but after so long his presence can become something of an annoyance. If not for his overly analytical ways then for his lack of interesting things to say regarding his life. He has a little bit of a problem when it comes to other people and making small talk with them. He isn't socially awkward or anything, he simply has a tendency to seem unrelatable towards others and often times boring.



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|{History}|

Treys life has been rather uneventful, from growing up in a two bedroom apartment with his single mother to his first few years of school nothing large had ever happened in his life. He was that kid who despite having father issues never really made that big a deal out of not having a paternal figure in his life. His mother was enough for him, and shared with him all the knowledge he would need in life. During his younger years he made plenty of friends, got good grades, and made honor roll nearly every year. He spent his high school years studying all he could, and eventually settled on going to a medical oriented collage. Though it was hard at first he got the hang of it quickly, and after several long years scored an intern position at a local hospital. Hes held this position for a good couple of months so far, and has been working to the full of his extent. His mother has been a constant presence through out his life, a working woman who sought to give her son a far better life than she had ever lived.

Because Trey has spent the majority of his time working towards making a career he has had little time to make any serious relationships with people. He has plenty of friends, but has never stuck around in a relationship long enough to have made any romantic interests.




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|{Face Claim}|
Alfred Enoch
|{Dialogue Color}|
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|{Roleplayer}

LogantheCope

So begins...

Trey Robertson's Story

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Character Portrait: Declan Quinn Character Portrait: Dr. Belle Attie Character Portrait: Lukas Caedon Character Portrait: Milah Balasubramanian Character Portrait: Myra Lysander Character Portrait: Trey Robertson
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Time: Midday
Virus Status: 7 Weeks Active
Current Location: Driving down an empty highway
Personal Status: Healthy/Alone





With road stretched out for miles ahead of him, Declan could only hope for empty roads. He knew that the chances of having roads stretch out for miles without a Zygr'n in sight was something just short of a dream. The fact of the matter was that more often than not, one couldn't turn a corner without seeing at least a small group of them, let alone one of them. Declan had been driving on this stretch of road for a while now, encountering a group of the dead every couple of miles. Rather than driving by them, Declan finds it almost necessary to pull his Jeep over on the side of the road and grab the shotgun out of the back of his car. He'll brazenly walk over to the lot of them and take the shotgun to each of their heads. He makes sure to stand at a distance from them with a simple face mask over his nose and mouth. Dec has no idea how these stupid shits work. He knows as much as much as how to kill them - he learned that you have to get rid of the head otherwise you'll just be dead people food - and that if you get scratched or bit by one, you're essentially screwed.

With his Jeep filled with as many of the the materials he could find ranging from guns and ammo, and any nonperishable foods he could scavenge along the way at any of the houses he found his way into, Declan made his way to the city. Essentially he knew it was a bad idea but he was running out of materials that were really necessary, weapons and gasoline. He needed to get into an ammunition store to see if he could find anything that could help and he needed to find a gas station. Along with the material stuck in the back of his Jeep, was a radio that Declan used to try to radio to anyone who could hear. Declan kept it on often just in case but he usually only just heard static come from the device. Declan clicked it off - he was getting sick of listening to the white noise - not there was anything else to listen to, ever since the outbreak nearly everything electronic stopped working.

Declan rode to the entrance of the city, stopping as he reached the sign that read "Welcome to Chicago." Declan put the car in park and stepped out, walking around his car. He stopped to look at the sign for a quick second, ran his hand through his hair and sighed, blowing air out of his mouth loudly. "Here we go." He walked to the trunk of his car and pulled out an utility built, within the belt was a handgun, a walkie talkie, a few smoke bombs and his knife. He buckled it around his waist and got back into the driver seat of the jeep. He took the car out of park and accelerated towards the inside of the city.

Reaching the inside of the city, Declan parked his car within an alley. He turned the car off and put the keys in his utility belt. He started walking towards the inner parts of the city. He needed to get his materials as quickly as possible and then he needed to get the hell out of dodge. He walked down a street filled with dead bodies, some missing heads, all around the streets. Cars were stopped and open, debris from the looting all over the place. With each step Declan took was a crunching of glass under him, Dec walked carefully to not draw any unwanted attention to himself. Dec drew his glock from his belt and aimed it out in front of him. He needed to be ready for anything that came his way. The man peered out in front of him and noticed a police station ahead of him across the street. He quickly made his way towards the station, hoping that he'd be able to get the weapons he needed from there.

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Character Portrait: Declan Quinn Character Portrait: Dr. Belle Attie Character Portrait: Lukas Caedon Character Portrait: Milah Balasubramanian Character Portrait: Myra Lysander Character Portrait: Trey Robertson
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Dr Belle Attie. She didn't really have a field of medicine she preferred. She was into it all. She just worked where needed. She since the disease had been working non stop on finding a cure. Some and most other doctors with their family trying to be home and spend time with their families.

Unlike everyone else she was alone most of her life anyone. Her mother dead. Her father living with another family so that didn't matter. Though she had bought food and journals to write down what happens each time. She found it was a lot of extra work but it was worth it so the future people might read it or need it.

Belle went down the stairs of the hospital and she went into the on-call room. She had been making that into a bedroom sorts and made a bunk bed with a rack of fresh clothing for her. Mainly her lab coat and scrubs. Since she practically lived in wearing those kind of clothes anyway.

She changed into her outfit and put her gun in the back of her pants.

She wanted to save lives. But she needed to save her own because maybe out in the world there were other doctors trying to save people from the virus too but she felt alone in the matter. She felt like she was the only one who cared about her job and about doing the right thing.

She walked down the halls to an office with a microscope and looked into it looking at the mechanism that she had collected of the virus. "This is going to be a long day!"