Post by Ren on May 17, 2009 12:41:54 GMT -5
Name: Conyer Sharp
Age: 16
Gender: Male
History:
Conyer was born an average child, to two average parents, on an average day at Culver Union Hospital in Crawfordsville, Indiana. His childhood was also just as average, excelling in multiple classes at Mollie B. Hoover Elementary School and finally skipping his fifth grade year, going straight into middle school at Joseph B. Tuttle Middle as he turned 10 years old. He kept his head down through middle school, and finally, as the infection started to spread, was pulled out of school and home schooled by his mother, Teresa.
At the height of the infection, his father, Harold, gave up on keeping his family safe, locking both Conyer and his mother in their basement with a supply of food and water to last them a few months, before disappearing to find help. Through everything that happened, Conyer never gave up on his studies, continuing to excel in his work and finally reaching his senior year three months early. That year is when things took a turn for the worst.
As Conyer and Teresa were reading through the final lesson of the day, that fateful day of August 7, a familiar face wandered lifelessly through the upstairs rooms. Perhaps it was instinct that lead the living corpse of Harold Sharp back to his own house after those months of mindlessness, or even force of habit. Whatever it was, Harold, the corpse of Harold, now hungered and smelled what was soon to be his grandest meal. As the lumbering figure made his way through the house, slowly inching toward the single entrance to the basement, Teresa closed the final textbook, laying it on a small table with the rest of them, and reaching to turn out the light.
The next moments of Conyer's life remain a blur to him, unwilling to remember the carnage he witnessed in the dim light coming from the top of the stairs. Instead, the scene after is what stays heavy in his mind, flashing bright crimson behind his eyelids every time he blinks. The scene of his father, limp on the floor, teeth still embedded in his mother's now lifeless neck, her trachea detached and her head falling at a broken angle. Conyer stood over the two figures, the bottoms of his previously spotless khaki pants now absorbing the crimson liquid sprayed at his feet. In his hands, he held his father's shovel.
The next few days were a series of options. Conyer wanted to stay at the house, safe, warm, and comforting, but the presence of the two lifeless bodies as well as the fear that a third would care to join made him uncomfortable and restless. He sat for most of the three days against a wall, staring at what had been his parents and awaiting the movement he knew would come eventually. Finally, after three days of waiting, he stood, eating the last of the food in the room, and taking the shovel with him as well as any money he found in the house. With hesitant steps, he not only made his way out the door, but to the train station, where he bought a train ticket, not knowing where he'd end up, and boarded the Amtrak Train 51 at 7:28 am, heading west.
Appearance:
As you can see above, he's blond with light brown eyes, standing at about 5'7" tall and quite thin. He never goes anywhere without a tie and jacket, and, of course, his glasses (he'd be blind without them), always ready for that incoming interview, just in case. He carries his large black messenger bag with him everywhere, protectively holding his most prized possession, his laptop computer (a Falcon FragBook DRX with 8 gigs of DDR and 3 hard drives adding up to 768 gigs of memory, with a few of his own modifications).
Personality:
Your typical high school nerd, he's never so much as seen a fight, much less been in one. He keeps to himself most of the time, ready to help with a good re-wiring of some sort of electronic device. He's always had a huge interest in electronics and is always happy to find out how something works, sometimes getting engrossed in his wires and circuits for hours. He claims that his passion and knowledge of electronics was a gift, his mother would have said that it was otherwise. He never once neglected his studies, though he also purposely made his studies centered around his beloved electronics, excelling in school from an early age and flying through his classes as quickly as his fingers flew across a keyboard. He'd never say that his knowledge was in any way abnormal, it still takes him a few times to hot wire a car, or make certain devices work, but he learns quickly and can make any thing work, if given the time.
Age: 16
Gender: Male
History:
Conyer was born an average child, to two average parents, on an average day at Culver Union Hospital in Crawfordsville, Indiana. His childhood was also just as average, excelling in multiple classes at Mollie B. Hoover Elementary School and finally skipping his fifth grade year, going straight into middle school at Joseph B. Tuttle Middle as he turned 10 years old. He kept his head down through middle school, and finally, as the infection started to spread, was pulled out of school and home schooled by his mother, Teresa.
At the height of the infection, his father, Harold, gave up on keeping his family safe, locking both Conyer and his mother in their basement with a supply of food and water to last them a few months, before disappearing to find help. Through everything that happened, Conyer never gave up on his studies, continuing to excel in his work and finally reaching his senior year three months early. That year is when things took a turn for the worst.
As Conyer and Teresa were reading through the final lesson of the day, that fateful day of August 7, a familiar face wandered lifelessly through the upstairs rooms. Perhaps it was instinct that lead the living corpse of Harold Sharp back to his own house after those months of mindlessness, or even force of habit. Whatever it was, Harold, the corpse of Harold, now hungered and smelled what was soon to be his grandest meal. As the lumbering figure made his way through the house, slowly inching toward the single entrance to the basement, Teresa closed the final textbook, laying it on a small table with the rest of them, and reaching to turn out the light.
The next moments of Conyer's life remain a blur to him, unwilling to remember the carnage he witnessed in the dim light coming from the top of the stairs. Instead, the scene after is what stays heavy in his mind, flashing bright crimson behind his eyelids every time he blinks. The scene of his father, limp on the floor, teeth still embedded in his mother's now lifeless neck, her trachea detached and her head falling at a broken angle. Conyer stood over the two figures, the bottoms of his previously spotless khaki pants now absorbing the crimson liquid sprayed at his feet. In his hands, he held his father's shovel.
The next few days were a series of options. Conyer wanted to stay at the house, safe, warm, and comforting, but the presence of the two lifeless bodies as well as the fear that a third would care to join made him uncomfortable and restless. He sat for most of the three days against a wall, staring at what had been his parents and awaiting the movement he knew would come eventually. Finally, after three days of waiting, he stood, eating the last of the food in the room, and taking the shovel with him as well as any money he found in the house. With hesitant steps, he not only made his way out the door, but to the train station, where he bought a train ticket, not knowing where he'd end up, and boarded the Amtrak Train 51 at 7:28 am, heading west.
Appearance:
As you can see above, he's blond with light brown eyes, standing at about 5'7" tall and quite thin. He never goes anywhere without a tie and jacket, and, of course, his glasses (he'd be blind without them), always ready for that incoming interview, just in case. He carries his large black messenger bag with him everywhere, protectively holding his most prized possession, his laptop computer (a Falcon FragBook DRX with 8 gigs of DDR and 3 hard drives adding up to 768 gigs of memory, with a few of his own modifications).
Personality:
Your typical high school nerd, he's never so much as seen a fight, much less been in one. He keeps to himself most of the time, ready to help with a good re-wiring of some sort of electronic device. He's always had a huge interest in electronics and is always happy to find out how something works, sometimes getting engrossed in his wires and circuits for hours. He claims that his passion and knowledge of electronics was a gift, his mother would have said that it was otherwise. He never once neglected his studies, though he also purposely made his studies centered around his beloved electronics, excelling in school from an early age and flying through his classes as quickly as his fingers flew across a keyboard. He'd never say that his knowledge was in any way abnormal, it still takes him a few times to hot wire a car, or make certain devices work, but he learns quickly and can make any thing work, if given the time.