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Stan Tweener
Character information
  1. Mental
  2. Morale
  3. Date of birth
    1975-01-01 (44 years old)
  4. Place of birth
  5. Nationality
  6. Ethnicity
  7. Languages
  8. Family
  9. Religion


  1. Height
    180 cm
  2. Weight
    68 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Lawful Neutral
  7. Occupation


I would like to RP Stan Tweener, a teacher of mathematics and a lover of boats.

Waking up to the sound of birds was the usual in this neighbourhood, smelling freshly ground coffee from my new electric timed peculator (my lovely wife had bought me before she went off to visit her parents) would start the day with the buss I needed being a teacher of maths meant coffee was my drug, yes, I think I am addicted. The morning was Monday, first day of the working week for me, I awoke to the sound of my alarm as usual but something was different, the birds, the smell, I thought nothing more of it and just carried onto the bathroom. The sound of the razor grinding away as I shaved was comforting, maybe the lack of other sounds made this so and that's when I heard the shreeking, I dropped the razor still buzzing away in the sink and ran to the landing thinking it was inside, it wasn't, I could now hear car alarms, not 1 but many, I rushed to the window and what I saw, I could not explain at that moment what I saw, what i did though I do remember.

Checking from the upper windows \i started to plan my escape, I could see most of the carnage was in the streets, so I grabbed my packed bag from the closet (the army never leaves you) and headed to the rear of the house. I knew from what I had seen there would only be one option, get in a boat and get the hell away from what I am about to explain.

I saw it clear as day, a man running through the street with his arm ripped of, chased by other humans, covered in blood, I could swear one had this guys arm in his mouth. I knew from the news something was happening in other parts of the world but I wasn't interested as it didn't effect me directly although people where talking about living dead, Z's, zombies or whatever you want to call it but I didn't care too much, especially knowing that I was trained well enough to defend myself and Rita was safe on her parents estate, whats the worst, I would turn...

I found my way to the cities marina, knowing the streets well I made it there without much fuss. The marina wasn't as full as usual, I guessed others had had the same idea. I decided I would gain access to a medium size boat as the open sea would be treacherous for anything smaller, finding the one I wanted I ran back to the boat house, I knew every second was more important, I grabbed the keys for the Gillet and ran back, this is when I saw it, a horde moving towards my position, they ha seen me, I could feel my heart start to race and my lips dry as the fear tried to encapsulate me. "Don't panic", I told myself as I removed the moorings, I turned the key, hoping the owner had kept it well maintained, "YES" I shouted, pushing the accelerator forward to gain momentum.

I had been at sea for 3 days and had not seen much activity from the coast until an event caught my eye, in the distance I could see what looked like a person running from house to house, on the odd occasion being chased by what looked like another human. I was initially scared for this persons life so I took my boat closer, during the rest of that day I saw no more activity, but as night crept in I saw what looked like the same person running along the shore towards the harbour, they were clear as could be with a small lamp pushed out in front of them. As they approached the harbour I could see another figure in the light of an overhanging lamp, it was motionless but as the person with the lamp closed nearer it started to jerk, moving in a really awkward fashion. The next events I cannot forget as I saw the lamp wielder run straight into the jerker and what I saw was horrific. I dropped my binos on the deck and rushed to start the engine, the beast roared into action and I made my way towards the shore. I had to leave the vessel prematurely after snagging on some rocks, not sure if it was damaged, I was to worried about what I had just witnessed, so I heaved out into the ocean and swam the rest of the way, clearly the reports of no one living here was not true and I wanted to find out for myself, if this person was alive maybe they could shed some light on what was really happening here.

I approached the area where I had witnessed the horrific attack to find nothing, only a pool of blood. I was speechless, had I been seeing things? Surely not, I had a little sea sickness but nothing too heavy as to cause such hallucinations, as I bent down to observe the scene closer I saw a shadow rush by me and next the sound of gun shots, very close, so close I heard the crack of the bullet wiz past my head. I attempted to get up and run back to the beach but it was too late, my way was blocked by what looked like a pack of monsters from some horror film but they were human, how, why... I woke up to light streaming through leafy ceiling, laying on my back with a smouldering fire by my side, I attempted to get up but my head was hurting, I was dehydrated and hungry... What had happened, where was I, I must get up and find a way out of here. I must find the answer to the cause of this and find a way out of here...


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