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mungojerrie) wrote2012-11-28 08:15 pm
mungojerrie) wrote2012-11-28 08:15 pm
ELLIS
Personality:
Ellis is cheerful, outgoing, and makes a point of being that one guy who is everyone's friend. Growing up in the southern United States, he's been instilled with a sense of respect and politeness. He addresses strangers as 'sir' and 'ma'am' completely non-ironically, and maintains a 'good ol' boy' sense of chivalry; he will happily hold open doors, pull out chairs, and believes in showing the utmost respect to both women and elders. He is the kind of guy who wouldn't think twice about picking up a hitchhiker or pulling over to give a stranger's car a jump.
That isn't to say that Ellis is nothing but a polite little church mouse. While definitely kind-hearted, he is loud, impulsive, and somewhat foul-mouthed. At one point in the game, he and the group that he is traveling with encounters Kiddieland, child's section of an amusement park that they have to travel through. Ellis reacts with exuberant enthusiasm, leading one of his zombie fighting partners, Nick, to comment that Ellis is like 'a four year old with knowledge of every curse word in the English language.' Out of the group of the four survivors, Ellis definitely reacts to the undead apocalypse with the most positivity. It's not that he's happy that the world is falling ill to the 'green flu' and turning most people into flesh-hungry zombies, but he can't deny the fact that beating up zombies with cricket bats is fun as hell.
He really cares about his comrades, but has a pretty bad habit of talking their ears off. It comes from a combination of his overt, southern friendliness and his almost childish enthusiasm for everything, but nearly anything can trigger him into telling one of his ridiculous and almost unbelievable stories about his home life (and his buddy, Keith, who always seems to be getting into impossible trouble and situations.) They cut him off almost every time he launches into a story; he tends to just sort of shrug and move on. Light-hearted and generally playful, he isn't a complete idiot, and is not blind to the fact that the other survivors in his group are sometimes a little short or cranky with him. It just doesn't bother him.
Ellis is a good kid at heart with a passion for life, but being still in his early twenties, he still carries a sense of self-immortality that makes him a little - or a lot - reckless. He'll go to the ends of the Earth for his pals, though, because, hey: beating the shit out of a zombie to get it off someone's back is the definition of friendship, right?
Background:
Ellis was born and raised in southern Georgia by his single mother. Clever, but never overly interested in academics, he dropped out of school at sixteen and landed a job at a local auto-shop, showing a real proficiency with cars. He spent the better part of the next six years hanging around that garage with his buddies and getting into all sorts of trouble with them (doing things like wrestling alligators, impulsively deciding to use lawn mowers as bumper cars, and creating makeshift fireworks with gasoline.)
Life was great until it started to get a little boring -- and then, just like that, people all over the country started falling ill to the "green flu," the term given by the government and CEDA to what the rest of the world referred to as "the beginning of the zombie apocalypse." The government began airlifting the people who hadn't fallen ill out of the city (his mother and best friend Keith included), but Ellis was left behind as he scouted the city for survivors in his truck.
Armed with a pistol and an ax, he met up with three other survivors in the city and began working together - fighting hoards of zombies on the way - to a government evacuation point to be pulled from the city. I'm going to be pulling him from the end of The Passing, right after meeting and leaving the survivors from the first Left4Dead game. At this point, Ellis is immune but has no idea why, and he also knows that the other survivors that he has come across refuse to trust the US Government promising evacuation and salvation from the hoards of zombies, but maintains his own faith that he is on his way to safety.
Abilities/Additional Notes:
Ellis will be bringing a pistol and about twelve bullets (that he'll probably waste pretty quickly on rabbits) and an ax with him into Adstring. He's a pretty good shot, knows a lot about the care and maintenance of firearms, and decent with a first-aid kit, but those are about the extent of his "special" abilities.
Sample Journal Post:
Man, what the hell is this? Some sort of iPhone? [Not that Ellis has ever seen an iPhone in person before. The commercials have looked cool as hell, though. He holds the PCD up to his face, wrinkling his nose at the blinking light and mashing a few of the buttons. He is covered in green slime, face spattered with dirt, and as he tilts his head at the screen, a clear shot is given to the ax strapped to his back.]
Huh. Guess it don't work.
[And he slides the PCD into one of the pockets of his coveralls, humming pleasantly under his breath. The video jostles; he's on the move.]
Hell-llooo? Ro, Nick? Coach? This ain't funny, guys. Come on.
[There's playful frustration in his voice. If one listens really closely, he or she might be able to pick out worry, but it's so faint that it might as well not be there at all.]
Come on, guys. There could be a hunter around here or something, and I'm almost out of ammo. Don't make me deal with all this zombie bullshit by myself!
Sample RP:
Ellis huffed slightly as he crouched behind the counter in the gun store, going through what must have been the owner's personal affects. "But, see," he continued, "I really don't know if I should take the shotgun or the machine gun. I mean, I like the power in the shotgun - you don't really get that same kinda satisfaction with the machine gun - but I dunno. It's not as effective for mowin' the bitches down, you know?"
Nick growled slightly as he pocked some ammo, only half-listening. "We're not on a Sunday shopping trip, Ellis. Hurry it up."
Ellis rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "Whatever, Nick. It's not like you're done either," he retorted before his expression lit up in victory and he lurched forward, grabbing an unopened bag of beef jerky from the drawer full of the store owner's things. "Jackpot," he muttered, standing up and tearing the top off of the bag. About a fourth of the jerky went into his mouth immediately and he strolled out from behind the counter, looking entirely too satisfied with himself as he went to inspect some of the guns mounted on the wall behind a shattered glass display. It was pretty depressing to think about this place; it looked like it had been a pretty successful little gun shop before the undead had started roaming the city.
'Man,' he thought, leaning against the counter he'd been going through seconds before. 'Startin' to feel like zombies ruin everything.'
"This is pretty good, you know," he said through a mouth full of jerky.
Rochelle groaned, glancing up at Ellis from where she was adjusting her laser sight. "How still have an appetite while covered in zombie guts I'll never know," she admitted, crinkling her nose in disgust.
Ellis simply shrugged. But that did remind him.. "Man, now that you mention guts - I ever tell you about the time me and my buddy Keith tried to field dress a deer in the back of his mom's trailer? Can't remember why we thought it was a good idea at the time, but we thought she was gonna be gone for the whole week --"
He was cut off by the sound of a gun cocking, and Coach gave him a long-suffering look. "We ain't got time for that, boy," he interrupted. "Now let's get outta here before the groanin' dead realize where we are."
Ellis is cheerful, outgoing, and makes a point of being that one guy who is everyone's friend. Growing up in the southern United States, he's been instilled with a sense of respect and politeness. He addresses strangers as 'sir' and 'ma'am' completely non-ironically, and maintains a 'good ol' boy' sense of chivalry; he will happily hold open doors, pull out chairs, and believes in showing the utmost respect to both women and elders. He is the kind of guy who wouldn't think twice about picking up a hitchhiker or pulling over to give a stranger's car a jump.
That isn't to say that Ellis is nothing but a polite little church mouse. While definitely kind-hearted, he is loud, impulsive, and somewhat foul-mouthed. At one point in the game, he and the group that he is traveling with encounters Kiddieland, child's section of an amusement park that they have to travel through. Ellis reacts with exuberant enthusiasm, leading one of his zombie fighting partners, Nick, to comment that Ellis is like 'a four year old with knowledge of every curse word in the English language.' Out of the group of the four survivors, Ellis definitely reacts to the undead apocalypse with the most positivity. It's not that he's happy that the world is falling ill to the 'green flu' and turning most people into flesh-hungry zombies, but he can't deny the fact that beating up zombies with cricket bats is fun as hell.
He really cares about his comrades, but has a pretty bad habit of talking their ears off. It comes from a combination of his overt, southern friendliness and his almost childish enthusiasm for everything, but nearly anything can trigger him into telling one of his ridiculous and almost unbelievable stories about his home life (and his buddy, Keith, who always seems to be getting into impossible trouble and situations.) They cut him off almost every time he launches into a story; he tends to just sort of shrug and move on. Light-hearted and generally playful, he isn't a complete idiot, and is not blind to the fact that the other survivors in his group are sometimes a little short or cranky with him. It just doesn't bother him.
Ellis is a good kid at heart with a passion for life, but being still in his early twenties, he still carries a sense of self-immortality that makes him a little - or a lot - reckless. He'll go to the ends of the Earth for his pals, though, because, hey: beating the shit out of a zombie to get it off someone's back is the definition of friendship, right?
Background:
Ellis was born and raised in southern Georgia by his single mother. Clever, but never overly interested in academics, he dropped out of school at sixteen and landed a job at a local auto-shop, showing a real proficiency with cars. He spent the better part of the next six years hanging around that garage with his buddies and getting into all sorts of trouble with them (doing things like wrestling alligators, impulsively deciding to use lawn mowers as bumper cars, and creating makeshift fireworks with gasoline.)
Life was great until it started to get a little boring -- and then, just like that, people all over the country started falling ill to the "green flu," the term given by the government and CEDA to what the rest of the world referred to as "the beginning of the zombie apocalypse." The government began airlifting the people who hadn't fallen ill out of the city (his mother and best friend Keith included), but Ellis was left behind as he scouted the city for survivors in his truck.
Armed with a pistol and an ax, he met up with three other survivors in the city and began working together - fighting hoards of zombies on the way - to a government evacuation point to be pulled from the city. I'm going to be pulling him from the end of The Passing, right after meeting and leaving the survivors from the first Left4Dead game. At this point, Ellis is immune but has no idea why, and he also knows that the other survivors that he has come across refuse to trust the US Government promising evacuation and salvation from the hoards of zombies, but maintains his own faith that he is on his way to safety.
Abilities/Additional Notes:
Ellis will be bringing a pistol and about twelve bullets (that he'll probably waste pretty quickly on rabbits) and an ax with him into Adstring. He's a pretty good shot, knows a lot about the care and maintenance of firearms, and decent with a first-aid kit, but those are about the extent of his "special" abilities.
Sample Journal Post:
Man, what the hell is this? Some sort of iPhone? [Not that Ellis has ever seen an iPhone in person before. The commercials have looked cool as hell, though. He holds the PCD up to his face, wrinkling his nose at the blinking light and mashing a few of the buttons. He is covered in green slime, face spattered with dirt, and as he tilts his head at the screen, a clear shot is given to the ax strapped to his back.]
Huh. Guess it don't work.
[And he slides the PCD into one of the pockets of his coveralls, humming pleasantly under his breath. The video jostles; he's on the move.]
Hell-llooo? Ro, Nick? Coach? This ain't funny, guys. Come on.
[There's playful frustration in his voice. If one listens really closely, he or she might be able to pick out worry, but it's so faint that it might as well not be there at all.]
Come on, guys. There could be a hunter around here or something, and I'm almost out of ammo. Don't make me deal with all this zombie bullshit by myself!
Sample RP:
Ellis huffed slightly as he crouched behind the counter in the gun store, going through what must have been the owner's personal affects. "But, see," he continued, "I really don't know if I should take the shotgun or the machine gun. I mean, I like the power in the shotgun - you don't really get that same kinda satisfaction with the machine gun - but I dunno. It's not as effective for mowin' the bitches down, you know?"
Nick growled slightly as he pocked some ammo, only half-listening. "We're not on a Sunday shopping trip, Ellis. Hurry it up."
Ellis rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "Whatever, Nick. It's not like you're done either," he retorted before his expression lit up in victory and he lurched forward, grabbing an unopened bag of beef jerky from the drawer full of the store owner's things. "Jackpot," he muttered, standing up and tearing the top off of the bag. About a fourth of the jerky went into his mouth immediately and he strolled out from behind the counter, looking entirely too satisfied with himself as he went to inspect some of the guns mounted on the wall behind a shattered glass display. It was pretty depressing to think about this place; it looked like it had been a pretty successful little gun shop before the undead had started roaming the city.
'Man,' he thought, leaning against the counter he'd been going through seconds before. 'Startin' to feel like zombies ruin everything.'
"This is pretty good, you know," he said through a mouth full of jerky.
Rochelle groaned, glancing up at Ellis from where she was adjusting her laser sight. "How still have an appetite while covered in zombie guts I'll never know," she admitted, crinkling her nose in disgust.
Ellis simply shrugged. But that did remind him.. "Man, now that you mention guts - I ever tell you about the time me and my buddy Keith tried to field dress a deer in the back of his mom's trailer? Can't remember why we thought it was a good idea at the time, but we thought she was gonna be gone for the whole week --"
He was cut off by the sound of a gun cocking, and Coach gave him a long-suffering look. "We ain't got time for that, boy," he interrupted. "Now let's get outta here before the groanin' dead realize where we are."