Rockwell Malone

[Overhand]

❁ Rockwell Victor Malone ❁
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•Eternally Wandering•

❧Outer Musings

Name: Rockwell Victor Malone
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Appearance: Time has not been kind to Rockwell’s looks. At the age of 32, he already has more scars than he’s had birthdays. The most visible of these is a scar running from under the outer corner of his left eye reaching down to the left side of his chin. His brown hair is always unkempt and usually dirty. His features were sharp and angular as a younger man, but have softened with time and exposure. Standing in at 5’9 and about 175 lbs, Rockwell has a rather unremarkable build. A hooded gas mask (covers his head and neck), a heavy coat, a sweater, wool gloves, sturdy pants and worn boots make up Rockwell’s wardrobe. He also carries around his pack, which contains everything he needs to survive in the wastes (food, water, medical supplies, ammo, extra clothes, goods, etc.). The only thing that Rockwell truly cares about is an old Russian-made assault rifle, manufactured before the nuclear crisis. The fire arm has saved his life on many occasions and when dealing with cannibalistic psychos, it never hurts to be armed.

❧Inner Musings

Likes Fresh water, walking, dogs, hot meals, solitaire, smokes:
Dislikes Raiders, thieves, dusk, radiation poisoning, mutants, booze:
Personality: Rockwell is a man who keeps to himself most of the time, not by choice, but by circumstance. In a world where someone would shoot you for your clothes as soon as look at you, open feelings aren’t really high up on the priority list. This often makes Rockwell come across as apathetic towards others. Rockwell is not a “happy” person. The lightest his mood will get is “content”. He will complain and grumble about just about everything. His name, the weather, people he’s met, generally anything can aggravate Mr. Malone. Underneath the wall of apathy lies a man who just wants to live a life, rather than live day to day. Rockwell has a self trained hostility to anything that isn’t human. Mutant, alien, monstrosity, abomination, creepy crawly, it doesn’t matter to Rockwell; if it isn’t human, it shouldn’t be alive.

Luck is not a virtue that Rockwell possesses. The man is convinced that some force out in the universe is deliberately trying to make his life more of a living hell than what it would normally be. He might eat radiated food that he was sure was clean or he might stumble into a raider camp looking for water. There is no end to the situations that life has stuck Rockwell with. For this sole reason, Rockwell Malone is a superstitious man. He tries at all times to avoid anything that could possibly bring misfortune upon him. Rockwell is a man of simple tastes. All he needs to be content is a safe place to lay his head, clean food and water, and maybe the occasional cigarette.

❧Musings of the Past

History: Rockwell was born into a world filled with horrors that no human should have ever witnessed, but there it was. His father was killed before he was born and his mother left him as soon as he could provide for himself. Rockwell wandered the wastes, occasionally finding someone to tag along with, but never for very long. 20 years soon passed and Rockwell still found himself in this hellhole of a life. It wasn’t until the anomalies began to appear that things began to get interesting. These “anomalies” were created from tears in the fabric of reality, a side effect of the nuclear apocalypse. If one were to come into contact with one, the results would be unfathomable. It could imbue the person with incredible power or alternatively, blow them to bits. Rockwell came upon one of these whilst being chased down by a squad of raiders and took a gamble. His legs carried him to the strange floating light and propelled him to the unknown. Once he touched the light, everything faded away and he began falling. He didn’t know how long he was falling, but he did figure out when he had found the ground. He had just traded his dying planet for a dead one
Home world: An alternate version of Earth that was nearly destroyed by global nuclear war. Years after the cataclysmic event, humanity began to crawl out from the foxholes it had dug itself and re-entered the world they had destroyed. What awaited them was the essence of nightmare. Freakish monsters, blood thirsty mutants and murderous raiders had taken over the wastelands and the “cities” that civilization had left when it fled.

❧Out-of-Character

OOC Name: Emmit
How you got here: Linked through RPG-D
Contact: MSN ([e-mail]), PM
Other characters: N/A

[Nephry]

Approved! He's probably the only human character thus far that could survive in the dead world for more than a few days. xD