Post by Russell Joshephine on Mar 21, 2015 19:16:31 GMT
RUSSELL JOSEPHINE
"Nothing's changed, the world is just the same as it was before.
"Nothing's changed, the world is just the same as it was before.
"Never made it as a wise man, I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing.
Tired of living like a blind man, I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling.
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
And I've been wrong, I've been down
Been to the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream,"Are we having fun yet?"
Yeah, yeah, yeah
No, no
Of what I really am
And I've been wrong, I've been down
Been to the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
No, no
Yeah, yeah, yeah
No, no
This is how you remind me, of what I really am.
THE BASICS
NAME: Russell Josephine
AGE: 40
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5'7
WEIGHT: 158 lbs
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual (Straight)
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Tall and slightly on the plush side, gruff looking with a partial goatee. Surfer cut,dirty blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes.
WHO ARE YOU?
FIVE LIKES: Women, Drinking, Guns, Taking Charge, Having Control
FIVE DISLIKES: Kids, Not having Control, Being Disrespected, Being Disobeyed, Snitches
PERSONALITY: Your typical lazy, condescending, pigheaded asshole. He wasn't always like this...but in a world like this people change. He has control-issues and likes to take charge. Disloyal, cheating, humorous, handsome, (Your not so charming, prince.) Temperamental, distrustworthy, quick to resort to violence.
FAMILY:
Cara Josephine (Mother) [Deceased]
Marcus Russell Josephine (Father) [Deceased]
Marcus Josephine (Brother) [Unknown]
Jessica Roseline Josephine (Spouse) [Deceased]
GROUP: Woodbury
HISTORY: I was a nice guy once, had a pretty wife, a good job, remembered birthdays and anniversaries...
Shit like that, but I'm getting a little off track. Let me explain my story from the beginning before I get ahead of myself.
My name is Russell Josephine and I was born in Atlanta Georgia, I had a beautiful mother, who loved me very much, a dad to go fishing with with and a brother. My life was decent, I had nothing really to worry about.
Until my parents died in a car crash, and me and my brother were shipped off to a foster-home. Being stuck in a hellhole like that, changes you. Most of the folks you come across only care about the fuckin money. Damned greedy bastards...
They usually don't bother even trying to be parents, stick you in room. Feedin ya nothing but scraps and bones, sticking ya in a cage like some fucking animal. Oh and that's only if your lucky.
And if your not, well...you end up auctioned out for sex-trafficking or being beat within an inch of your very lifetime. Or sometimes if your really unlucky, you end up dead. That wouldn't happen, you say? Pull your head out your ass! Everyone has a price, even the dipshit social-workers. It usually doesn't take much for them to overlook certain things. And sometimes accidents happen. Yeah, ha. Accidents.
I spent six years in places like that, as soon as I turned 18 I got the hell outta there. Only the lord knows what became of my brother. I never saw him again after we were split.
I suppose you could say I turned to the dark side of life after that. I stole to make ends-meat, slept in the gutters, did whatever it took to make it. Than I met the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my entire life.
Jessica Roseliene Anderson
She changed me, made me the man I am today. A get-it-done, kind of woman. With caramel eyes that could melt any mans heart to the floor. Locks of sunshine and gold. And a rump that resembled two very ripe watermelons. Who couldn't love a woman like that? No one, that's who.
After three years of cheesy pickup lines, tears, begging, and many, many times of being rejected. I finally married Jessica Ander- I mean Jessica Josephine. Everything was perfect, I had a decent office-job a beautiful wife. Than shit hit the fan, it was two days before our honeymoon to Hawaii when the virus spread. That day I lost everything I held dear to me. And I had absolutely no control over anything. I was forced to watch as my life peeled away like paint off a wall, slowly withering into nothing.
I spent the next few months jumping from group to group, making damn sure that I had control this time. I did a lot of things I regret out there. A lot of things people wouldn't normally have the guts to do. But I did what it took to survive. After my last group feel apart I stumbled upon Woodbury. A little shithole town located smack dab in the middle of Meriwether County, Georgia.
I stayed there for a while, and got close with the head-honcho of the place. Truthfully I couldn't give two shits for Woodbury or anyone in it. But being there was the right survival-choice at the time. Since I was close with the boss I went up in ranks. Eventually the ol Governor made me second-in-command. How hard could it be? I had a few issues with the civilians but I took care of it. Maybe I went a little overboard, maybe not. Who gives a rats ass, it got done.
I had my boys, dumb-fellas they were they'd do pretty much anything you asked em to. Life was good again, I had respect, a nice chair, obedient soldiers at my command and I could do pretty much whatever the hell I wanted.
Until Miss bitch had to open her mouth and tattle-tale to her boyfriend. Bridget Calynn was her name, Bridget Calynn, CAL(YUH)NAN. What the fuck kind of last name is CAL(YUH)NAN anyway?
My paradise was again ripped away from my arms, withered and laying in pieces on the ground. Governor made damn sure I got downsized to nothing. Old bastard kicked me off my thrown without even hesitating. After all I did for that town, I protected them, kept things in once piece. And what do I get? Knocked to the ground again, forced to kiss the feet of that malevolent, bullheaded, double-crossing bitch.
She'll get what's comin to her. I'll make damned sure of that.
My name is Russell Josephine and I am a survivor.
"Payback's a bitch, ain't it Captain?"
"Payback's a bitch, ain't it Captain?"
"Payback's a bitch, ain't it Captain?"
"Yes, yes it is."
WHAT IS YOUR CHARACTER CARRYING?:
- 1. Cigarettes
- 2. A box of matches
- 3. Picture of Jessica
- 4. WW1 Trench knife
- 5. G18 Machine Pistol
- 6. Picture of his birth-family
- 7. Pocket-Chain
- 8. Aluminum Baseball Bat ("For Defense")
- 9. 12oz Stainless-Steel Flask
- 10. Black Bug-Out Survival Backpack
YOUR WHO'S WHO NAME: (Shade Archer, Bridget Calynn, Melody Angelynn Blue)
