I don't suppose you have room for one more?Name:
Joshua Tyler TrumanAge:
Upright, Walking North-by-NorthwestNoteworthy Skills:Food preparation:
Give the man a microwave and he'll cook you a mean TV dinner? Medical training:
"I knew I should have gone to medical school." Combat training:
Back in undergrad, he spent a couple of semesters in a shotokan karate club? He never made it past a white belt, but a few of the stances and techniques are still vaguely part of his muscle memory. Survival skills:
Used to hit the gym a couple times a week before the crisis? He always liked the punching bag, but he's not actually hit anyone in a decade.
Oh! He's got this one! He's seen at least four full episodes of Bear Grylls's Man vs. Wild. If he ever has to eat a bug or a snake, he's pretty sure he knows how. OK: Does he actually have
any useful skills?:
Define useful? But he does have a background in mediating, negotiation, counselling, and criminal justice.Personality:
Joshua Tyler Truman's always gone by "Tyler"--"Ty" to his friends. No reason really, he just always has. In terms of his external personality, he's a generally nice guy who will usually go out of his way to make things better. But not always.
Ty ("we're friends now, right?") has always had a dulled fight-or-flight reaction. He doesn't really know how to panic, and doesn't get stressed out by the little things. This isn't by virtue of any training, mind you, it's just the way his brain's made up. Some armchair psychologists might even be tempted to label him a psychopath because of it, but he does feel fear, anxiety, and worry. They're just flatter than how other people feel them. This has served him well in his legal career, and during the crisis as well. It might well be the only thing that's allowed this atypical survivor to survive as long as he has: He doesn't
panic, and isn't really driven insane by the consequences of making tough decisions.
But he also lacks violent tendencies. So far he's survived by outrunning and outmaneuvering threats, and by hiding. His zombie kill count is still zero, a month into the crisis, mostly for lack of trying. He doesn't want to die, so he tries pretty hard not to get close to them.What is the worst thing you have done during this crisis, and what have you gained from it?:
On the way north, Ty plundered an abandoned gas station. It had mostly been picked over already, but the scraps he found there make up the majority of his present supplies. That's it. That's the worst thing he's done so far. Incredibly boring, right? But when your response is to just avoid conflict, you do alright avoiding drama as well.
Still, as a legal professional it did feel kind of wrong to commit such wanton robbery. He didn't even leave money behind on the counter.
On a more serious note, he has left behind survivors, and has not really gone out of his way to try to rescue anyone. He doesn't personally consider this a "bad thing," though, and feels no real guilt over it. It's not his responsibility to save the world, right? And if he'd gone back for people, he'd have simply joined them in the feeding trough.What is the kindest thing you have done during this crisis, and what did it cost you?:
The kindest thing that Ty's done so far was to adopt a stray dog, a pitbull he's taken to calling "Samson." While he's fully aware that Samson's probably not long for this world, he's happy to have a companion for as long as the dog sticks with him. A few morsels of food is a small price to pay in exchange for the company, the morale boost, and the early zombie detection system that is Samson, at least in Ty's opinion. Besides, if Bear Grylls has taught him anything at all in four episodes of high-quality television, it's that human beings can eat anything. Maybe even zombies?
Ty's not going to try eating zombies though. That sounds like a really good way to get the disease--or a
Aside from this solitary act of animal rescue, Ty's not really done anything especially kind or generous. The few survivors he came across before his car ran out of gas were also in cars, and they didn't stop their engines to talk to one another.History:
The Big Apple. A corner office. Six figure salary. These were the things that Tyler's parents imagined when they sent him to law school, after a generally acceptable undergraduate education in criminal justice. But after flunking the New York State Bar Exam twice now, Ty had settled into a position as a legal assistant at a law firm in Albany. He was going to take the Bar again next year, but he didn't have high hopes. It wasn't that he lacks ambition, really, it's just that he lacks the ambition to be a lawyer. His father insisted though, and what else could he do? It sounded like a stable career, and he'd make a lot of money. Who needs happiness when you've got stability and material wealth, right? There's always Netflix to distract you from a job you hate, or so was Ty's philosophy until right up to the crisis.
Now he doesn't even have
a TV, let alone Netflix!
Lacking the genre blindness so common in zombie survival scenarios, Ty realized that he had to head north. If he went in the direction of New York City all he'd find was way too many zombies. Canada. That's where he had to go. A country known primarily for its politeness and its lack of population density. Grabbing a few things from his apartment, he hit the roads as soon as he lost faith in local law enforcement and the national guard. Barriers were avoided, and soon he was on the open road. With. A lot of other people.
Fortunately, Ty had four-wheel drive, and he took to off-roads once it became clear that the main streets and highways were too congested with stalled and zombified vehicles for actual mobility. Unfortunately, this is hard on an SUV, and ate up a lot of gas. Twice he almost emptied out before managing to siphon replacement fuel from abandoned cars or gas stations. Third time unlucky, though. A couple of miles outside of Parkview his SUV hit empty. Gathering what supplies he could carry on his person, he and Samson disembarked, and put foot to pavement--leaving the rest of his supplies locked in the car for safekeeping. They would walk into the town, a speck still some ways in the distance, and see about getting more fuel. It wouldn't be more than a pit stop, right?Inventory:
Men's Leather Messenger Bag (so stylish!)
- Rations (2x Trail Mix [one bag half empty], 8x Candy Bars, 22x Beef Jerky Sticks, 3x Doritos)
- Drinks (2x Gatorades [full], 1x Water Bottle [half empty], 1x Crown Royal Canadian Whiskey [about one-third gone])
- 2x Canned Dog Food
- 1x Kibbles-'n-Bits Dry Dog Food Bag [half empty]
- 1x Dog Bowl
- 1x Gentlemen's Magazine (for the articles, obviously)
- 3x EpiPens (if Ty gets stung by a bee, anaphylaxis will hit him so hard that zombies will quickly be the least of his worries)
- 1x Car Air Freshener? What? Why? Tyler.
- 2x Dish Rags
- 1x Band-Aid Box (full)
- 1x Handheld Flashlight
- 8x Double-AA Batteries
- 4x Watch Batteries
- 1x Portable Speaker
- 1x Baseball Cap, Beige (stolen from plundered gas station, text says "Keep On Truckin," picture of a semi-truck)
- 1x Long-Sleeved Button-Up Dress Shirt, Blue (wrinkled, dirty)
- 1x Necktie, Slate-and-Gray Striped (wrinkled, dirty)
- 1x Khaki-Style Dress Pants, Slate (wrinkled, dirty)
- 1x Blazer-Style Suit Jacket, Slate (wrinkled, dirty)
- 1x Boxer Shorts, Yellow-and-White Striped (c-clean enough, all things considered)
- 1x Leather Belt, Brown
- 1x Leatherman Multitool and Holding Case
- 1x Leather Wallet, Black
- 1x Generic MP3 player, White, with plug-in earphones (Ty couldn't afford Apple)
- 1x Wristwatch (with timer, stopwatch, and alarm features)
- $64 (one $20 bill, three $10 bills, one $5 bill, nine $1 bills)
- 1x Credit Card, Visa Platinum
- 1x Bank Card, Bank of America
- 1x American Red Cross Donor Card, Blood Type: O+!
- 1x State of New York Driver's License (Ugh, That Picture)
- 4x Business Cards (Dugger, Jeffers & Bass)
- 1x Parking Card
- 1x Condom, Wrapped ("How long has this been in here?" Probably not safe for use)
- 1x Medical Insurance Card
- 1x Axe Handle, Wooden (the plundered gas station manager's apparent security system, found behind the cash register)
- 1x Useless Cell Phone (projectile)
- Heavy Stones, As Present in the Environment (who needs bullets when you can just hurl broken pieces of brick and concrete?)
Men's Leather Messenger Bag
Epinephrine Autoinjectors (EpiPens)
Stolen Baseball Cap
Wooden Axe Handle
I am not a rapi-poster and I sometimes flake out here on Elliquiy, especially if I get busy in real life or bored. I want you to be aware of this before accepting me into your game. To mitigate this, I'm here giving the GMs permission to NPC this character to move scenes forward if I am too slow to respond, and to kill off the character via surprise zombies, bee stings, or freak explosions if I disappear or bow out.