Post by ZACHARY MITCHELL STONE. on Jul 24, 2013 11:50:46 GMT -5
ZACHARY MITCHELL STONE
Maybe I'm a different breed Maybe I'm not listening.
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,2px,true] ZACHARY MITCHELL STONE | Z, STONE |
TWENTY-SEVEN | MALE |
OCTOBER SEVENTEENTH | SURVIVOR |
PANSEXUAL | AMERICAN |
SELFISH BAD | JAMES QUAINTANCE |
COMPUTER HACKER | DEALER |
PERSONALITY
Z is selfish, always has been, always will be. He does things only out of self improving, and really doesnt hold much true emotion for anyone else. Zach is incredibly intelligent, but often doesn't apply his intelligence to the right things. Stone is very charming, and isn't too fond of a committed relationship. He is very flirtatious and often lands himself in some complex situations because of it. Z is no stranger to lying either, which often is a result of his selfish nature. He will lie to manipulate, or seduce, and most and you are a fool to believe anything he says. Stone is also an addictive personality,he cant simply try something once, or quite something cold turkey. He tends to be a slave to his vices, and they are the true motivation behind a lot of the evil things he does.
HISTORY
Z brings nothing but trouble to his surroundings. Born to a hooker with a drug problem, Zach really didn’t have much chance. His father was a dead beat who he never had the privilege to lay his fists on. His dad left his pregnant mother exactly where he had found her, on a dirty mattress in an abandoned building. Z luckily was born clean, no disease, and no residual side effects of his mother’s drug use. He spent most of his childhood from one homeless shelter, to a battered woman shelter, to a family member’s couch for much of his young life. His mother slowly got her act together, but never got away from the dark cloud her doctors called depression. Z’s mother was often suicidal, and used her attempts to hurt herself against her son quite often.
When Z was twelve his mother finally succeeded in her attempts to kill herself. Sadly Z was the one to find the bloody lifeless mess that was his mother. She had sought refuge in their large garden tub after a particularly rough week, and knowing her son was at school, took the opportunity to put a cold silver knife to her wrists. By the time Z had made his home his mom was cold and lifeless and bloody water had flooded their bathroom floor. Z could only muster a disappointed sigh at the sight of his mother, before turning the water off and calling the police. His emotionless demeanor began that day, and hasn't faltered since.
As Zach grew into a teen, he became rather distant and withdrawn himself. He never felt accepted or comfortable in his new life with his aunt, not that he made much of an attempt to. Zach sought refuge in knowledge, and excelled through middle and high school as a top ranked student. Although very intelligent, his defiant nature towards authority hindered him immensely. Z soon found himself caught up in a drug addiction of his own when seeking out a way to stay awake for hours working on computer codes, and hacking sequences. Z continued to play a mastermind behind a screen for several years, before being caught by the federal government.
Zach was now 21, and a slave to his country. Z never planned on being anyone’s submissive, but here he was hacking and spying for a country he despised. This went on for several years before he was finally asked to do something worth interest. The only thing Zach hates more than large governments is large corporations, so when asked to do a little spying on Scar he couldn’t refuse. Zach spent the next two years working for them under an assigned alias, a job that brought a great level of stress, and danger to his life. When the outbreak occurred, and the government at fallen, Z bailed as quickly as he could. They had yet to figure out what he had been doing, and now with his only safety net destroyed by a deadly virus he was free once more. He managed to escape Scar with the help of another employee, and even though the knowledge he hold is incredibly valuable to the resistance, he refused to divulge it. Z has sought refuge in his barricaded fortress with a small group of followers. Z now spends his time in the trade industry, supply other outposts and hold ups with random supplies, mood modifiers, fire water, weaponry, and girls. Z has no ambition to be a member of either side, but rather out for himself. He supplies whoever pays him the most, and that’s the way he likes it.
When Z was twelve his mother finally succeeded in her attempts to kill herself. Sadly Z was the one to find the bloody lifeless mess that was his mother. She had sought refuge in their large garden tub after a particularly rough week, and knowing her son was at school, took the opportunity to put a cold silver knife to her wrists. By the time Z had made his home his mom was cold and lifeless and bloody water had flooded their bathroom floor. Z could only muster a disappointed sigh at the sight of his mother, before turning the water off and calling the police. His emotionless demeanor began that day, and hasn't faltered since.
As Zach grew into a teen, he became rather distant and withdrawn himself. He never felt accepted or comfortable in his new life with his aunt, not that he made much of an attempt to. Zach sought refuge in knowledge, and excelled through middle and high school as a top ranked student. Although very intelligent, his defiant nature towards authority hindered him immensely. Z soon found himself caught up in a drug addiction of his own when seeking out a way to stay awake for hours working on computer codes, and hacking sequences. Z continued to play a mastermind behind a screen for several years, before being caught by the federal government.
Zach was now 21, and a slave to his country. Z never planned on being anyone’s submissive, but here he was hacking and spying for a country he despised. This went on for several years before he was finally asked to do something worth interest. The only thing Zach hates more than large governments is large corporations, so when asked to do a little spying on Scar he couldn’t refuse. Zach spent the next two years working for them under an assigned alias, a job that brought a great level of stress, and danger to his life. When the outbreak occurred, and the government at fallen, Z bailed as quickly as he could. They had yet to figure out what he had been doing, and now with his only safety net destroyed by a deadly virus he was free once more. He managed to escape Scar with the help of another employee, and even though the knowledge he hold is incredibly valuable to the resistance, he refused to divulge it. Z has sought refuge in his barricaded fortress with a small group of followers. Z now spends his time in the trade industry, supply other outposts and hold ups with random supplies, mood modifiers, fire water, weaponry, and girls. Z has no ambition to be a member of either side, but rather out for himself. He supplies whoever pays him the most, and that’s the way he likes it.
INVENTORY
Weapons
Glock
Machete
Inventory
Poetry Notebook - Z has a hard time expressing his emotions to another living and breathing soul. Thus he spends his nights alone, scribbling away in a little black notebook. He is viciously protective of it, and if caught reading it, he wont hesitate to cut your throat out. He may be a heartless bastard, but in all truth his heart is laced in every word on every page of that hidden notebook.
OTHER
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OUT OF CHARACTER
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,2px,true] ALICE | 9 YEARS |
24, FEMALE | OTHER CHARACTERS |
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE
Zach had to admit her outward show of aggression made him smile. He liked that she had remained a vicious spit fire. Z liked girls who were bold, temperamental, and best of all intelligent. He liked having deep conversations whether they were mentally based, or emotionally. Z was a very conflicted individual and he liked complexity in the girls he spent any amount of real time with. He couldn't help but to grin at himself as they walked, maybe meeting back up with her hadn't been such a bad idea. And even more so, maybe this was no longer about revenge, but an genuine interest in catching up? Zach was a bit confused by it all, but what he did know was that he was taking home a very attractive woman with him. Attractive in so many senses of the word that he wouldn't even be able to break it all down in his mind. He was attracted to her because of what she had done to him all those years ago, he was attracted to her for her body, her mind also attracted him, but boy oh boy was that temper by far the most appealing. "Cant be too hard on Kyle, he just doesn't trust you. To be honest he doesn't trust most of the girls I'm around, I have a terrible record of getting my heart stomped on." Z replied with a small chuckle. "So what I guess I'm trying to say is don't take his rudeness personal?" he said with a half grin, hoping that his words wouldn't offend her too much, but a little spark would be nice.
"Oh don't flatter yourself minx..." he said coldly trying his best not to let it show that he was just kidding. ... "he's still a bitch." he said with a laugh. His eyes scanning over her features, and taking in all her mannerisms. Z couldn't help it, he was big on body language, and well he was really enjoying some of the characteristics he was reading off her. "You know you are very good at moving your body just a certain way to hold my attention." he said with a smile, letting some of that nerdiness, and awkwardness filter through. Z wasn't ashamed of who he was, rather he just liked playing other people here and there for shits and giggles. He wanted Sel to like him, to think he wasn't such a loser anymore. Because honestly he had felt as though they could have been really good friends back then had she ever given him the time of day. Sure he was busy with his studies, world of warcraft, and pretending to be a wizard every Saturday in the park, but underneath all that nerdiness was a super sweet kid who just needed a bit of direction. When she offered him a smoke he smiled before taking it. He placed the cigarette between his lips, fishing his own lighter out of his back pocket to light it. "Thanks." he said before taking a long drag of the cigarette.
"Only if you promise not to snoop." he said with a smirk. Part of him was kidding, but the other part was being incredibly serious. There were things she wasn't allowed to know, and if she stumbled upon them due to her snooping he would not be a happy camper. Zach opened up the car door, shutting the door once she was securely in. He started the car and began driving off towards his house. Z did live in a nice part of town, but his house would be best described as upper middle class, nothing too extravagant. Z really didn't care what his home looked like, only what it had inside it. Z pulled into his driveway with a grin. "See no giant mansion to overwhelm you, just a nicer house." he said with a laugh climbing out of the car. Z went up to his front door and began punching in a security code to unlock the front door. A code that if Sel was paying attention was exactly 21 numbers and letters. Once the door was unlocked he led her inside, flipping the lights on as he went. The house was simple, nice and neat, but still very much looked like a bachelor pad. He walked into the living room, which contained a large flat screen TV, several game counsels, a computer with three different monitors, and more wires then most peoples brains could comprehend. "Did you want something to drink?" Z asked as he walked over to two large dog crates. .
[/div][/center]"Oh don't flatter yourself minx..." he said coldly trying his best not to let it show that he was just kidding. ... "he's still a bitch." he said with a laugh. His eyes scanning over her features, and taking in all her mannerisms. Z couldn't help it, he was big on body language, and well he was really enjoying some of the characteristics he was reading off her. "You know you are very good at moving your body just a certain way to hold my attention." he said with a smile, letting some of that nerdiness, and awkwardness filter through. Z wasn't ashamed of who he was, rather he just liked playing other people here and there for shits and giggles. He wanted Sel to like him, to think he wasn't such a loser anymore. Because honestly he had felt as though they could have been really good friends back then had she ever given him the time of day. Sure he was busy with his studies, world of warcraft, and pretending to be a wizard every Saturday in the park, but underneath all that nerdiness was a super sweet kid who just needed a bit of direction. When she offered him a smoke he smiled before taking it. He placed the cigarette between his lips, fishing his own lighter out of his back pocket to light it. "Thanks." he said before taking a long drag of the cigarette.
"Only if you promise not to snoop." he said with a smirk. Part of him was kidding, but the other part was being incredibly serious. There were things she wasn't allowed to know, and if she stumbled upon them due to her snooping he would not be a happy camper. Zach opened up the car door, shutting the door once she was securely in. He started the car and began driving off towards his house. Z did live in a nice part of town, but his house would be best described as upper middle class, nothing too extravagant. Z really didn't care what his home looked like, only what it had inside it. Z pulled into his driveway with a grin. "See no giant mansion to overwhelm you, just a nicer house." he said with a laugh climbing out of the car. Z went up to his front door and began punching in a security code to unlock the front door. A code that if Sel was paying attention was exactly 21 numbers and letters. Once the door was unlocked he led her inside, flipping the lights on as he went. The house was simple, nice and neat, but still very much looked like a bachelor pad. He walked into the living room, which contained a large flat screen TV, several game counsels, a computer with three different monitors, and more wires then most peoples brains could comprehend. "Did you want something to drink?" Z asked as he walked over to two large dog crates. .
