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OOC Information:
Name/Alias: Elaine or Eee!
Age: (must be 15 or over) Yes, I'm 30.
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IC Information:
Character Name: Rick Grimes
Character Journal: slimchances_now
Canon: The Walking Dead
Point in Canon: End of Season one, beginning of Season two...Somewhere between 'TS-19' and 'What Lies Ahead'
Age: Unspecified, believed to be in his early or late 30's for the sake of argument I'm going to go with 35 just because it's easier.
Birthday: Uncertain.
Appearance:
Caucasian male, approximately 5' 10" tall and about 170lbs give or take. He's should probably be a bit heavier, but he was wounded in the line of duty, he is in a coma when the apocalypse occurs. He's lean, tall, with an athletic build. Handsome with a strong jawline, green eyes and brown hair. He was a sheriff's deputy from King County, Georgia prior to the outbreak and normally wears his department issue cowboy style hat and uniform.
Abilities: His position with the Sheriff's department means he'd been trained to use a gun. He has first aid training. Basic psychology, and in general the bare minimum in criminal justice training. No magical abilities or anything outside the limitations of a 'normal' human. He can use a variety of weapons, but his side arm is Colt .357 revolver with a six inch barrel. (In the TV series.)
Personality: Rick is a 'good ol'boy'. He's intelligent, calm, a great father (Son Carl age 8 years old.) and friend. He has flaws. While he is not a man of faith he is a man of vision. His vision for the most part looks at situations as either black or white and tends to lean heavily on his own personal morals, letting them influence his decisions; which do not often end up being the right decisions.
Rick depends heavily on the opinions of his best friend and wife. While he may depend on these opinions, often asking them what he should do, that doesn't necessarily mean that he always does what they say. He knows what has to be done, what should be done and how to do what needs to be done, but he needs conformation from those that matter the most to him to make sure he's making the right decisions.
He's willing to take on new members to their group, the more people to help the better; even if the burden of keeping them safe weighs heavily on him. He believes that life is a gift worth cherishing and because of that he isn't afraid to make the hard decisions. He tends to lay the majority of that responsibility on himself. Possibly a throw back from his days as a Deputy, or may just be his personality, but Rick feels that it is his job to take care of everyone. He's the leader, even if not entirely by choice, and since everyone looks to him, does what he can to make the best decisions for the entire group, even if these decisions involve risks to himself or the others. Because in his mind the risks are worth the reward if there is even the slightest chance for survival.
Strengths: He's a natural leader with a strong sense of duty and obligation, his fellow survivors easily turn to him for guidance and instruction in the time of crisis. He's confident, even though he often doubts himself, he doesn't let the others see that. He and Shane have been partners for quite some time, which allows them to know each other fairly well, but there is a sense of comfort there that could be considered a weakness, since he often takes the ease with which they get along for granted.
Weaknesses: His overwhelming sense of right and wrong, and need to protect the weak often creates more trouble than it's worth as it tends to put him at odds with his wife, Lori. He is a man, and at times, like anyone in his situation, feels the weight of responsibility. Even if taking on the task of looking out for the other survivors wasn't entirely by choice, he feels it is his duty to do so. It's that sense of duty that is probably both his biggest strength and his biggest weakness.
History: Rick's Walking Dead Wiki page
First Person Sample:
Hey Lori? Do y'think we can have fried eggs for breakfast?
[Rick murmurs sleepily as he rolls on to his back his eyes blinking open. Oh right. No eggs fried or otherwise, the days of fancy breakfasts have been long over. He reaches over for his wife finding her place in the-- ] Wait...
[Rick sits up and he looks around the room in confusion. The light on the ceiling. That's one of the first thing that strikes him as odd, (besides the obvious lack of his wife in the bed next to him). It is the fact that the bulb is actually putting out light that's so strange. The electricity had been out for...shit he can't even remember how long now. Then the bed...the comfortable warm bed. He almost doesn't want to move, his tired aching body even protests a bit as he sits up to look around.]
Where in the Hell? [It's not the CDC he knows that much, he watched it blow up and burn down. So... if it's not there then where?]
Lori? Baby...
[He slips off the bed and pads across the floor he's barefoot. The ground under his feet is clean and cool. It reminds him of home, and for a second, he almost thinks he might be back at his place, in Georgia, for a second he almost thinks that everything back to normal.
But that relieved feeling only lasts a second. This isn't his house. Lori isn't here, there are no sounds of the downstairs television or breakfast being made. Or Carl....
No, Rick isn't home, this is someplace else entirely. Someplace he isn't sure he wants to be.]
Lori? Carl?
Third Person Sample: (Ugh... Okay.../puts on big girl pants and gets to work.)
The Walker surprised him, he wasn't expecting it to be out there in the woods. He should have known better, but after not seeing any for so long he'd grown a bit complacent. A bit too at ease. He was lucky he spotted it before it spotted him, and that it was occupied eating--well it looked like maybe at one time it was a rabbit? Or something of the sort. He moved quietly stepping up behind the thing that at one time had been a man, but now was nothing more than a hollow evil thing. It helps to not think about who they were. Who they would have been. Whether they had families.. Even so, at the moment he brings the rock down on the 'things' head those very thoughts assault his mind and nearly cause his hand to waver at the last moment. The former Deputy grits his teeth and brings the rock down again, this time the sound of the the 'things' skull breaking is audible and it collapses grunting and groaning on the ground in front of him. No time to waste, he stands over it and bashes it over the head once, twice, three times more until it lays lifeless and quiet. The place that used to be it's head a battered mess of broken flesh, and bone.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry this happened to you." He whispers in a quiet voice. Normally the plea for 'forgiveness' is unspoken, but the brutality of this particular attack in his mind warranted a verbal apology. Rick drops the rock and wipes his hands on the front of his, at one time plain white t-shirt, not it's more a messy grey and splattered with blood. Time to move on. He needs to get back to the others.
Links: The Walking Dead IMDB page.