Post by James Furnell on Apr 9, 2009 21:11:21 GMT
Full Name: James Paul Furnell
Base Class/Sub Class: Bus / Truck Mechanic
Strengths: [/b] Professionally adept with engines / mechanical parts. James has also trained as a professional lock-smith after his father.
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Physical Description: James has thick dark hair contrasting directly with his pale skin. His skin is darker in places than others mostly due to the layers of oil and grime built up over the years and is starting to look aged. His face is never free of stubble, never clean-shaven.
During his twenties, James looked after his body - he'd spend weeks in the gym, ate right and spent time with the punch bag. When he fathered his first child, the workouts subsided and he fell back on 'working out at home'. His physical appearance is still one of an athlete; above the clothing. Beneath, he's already degrading into a middle-aged man.
Personality: James is 'one of the guys'. He would happily sit in a bar with his friends discussing football and boxing. James is far from aggressive and when the rudementary fight break out during a night at the bar, Furnell was often the negotiator. He is highly loyal to those he cares about and became a wild animal when his children were threatened during the riots.
History: James worked as a mechanic in the bus depot in north Williamsburg. He'd been living in the city all his life, first training as a locksmith in his father's business, but at the last minute opting to buy his own garage (since his interest was in cars), where he was working at the time of the quarantine.
While working in his garage, he met a customer named Beth, whom he subsequently dated, fell in love with and ultimately married. Soon they moved in together into an apartment in the city right next to the park. It was perfect and soon they planned for children; living the 'American Dream'.
When the quarantine kicked in, it was a sunday afternoon - James nor Beth were working. The news came from the mouths of their children as they were awaken by a 'white van, shouting at people'. They discovered that it was one of the electorial vehicles, formally used for advertising a new mayor / police chief - but today it brough news of a 'nationwide' lock down.
It said things like 'Public Safty' and 'Health Complications'. It warned people to stay indoors.
Ofcourse it was the last thing that anyone did - people wanted answers...
The sky was a reflection of Williamsburg; dark and grey. It had a storm brewing within and the only barrier between it's fury and the innocent was degrading time.
James saw something in that sky, it was a sign. He locked the doors and drew the children into the kitchen, as not to overlook the street.
Back to the front window, there were people already heading downtown with expressive anger.
Back to the kitchen, his children were confused - his wife worried about the 'health complications'. What did they mean?
Back to the front window, across the street were a group of teens, clutching signs. It was all so quick - what was going on?! He'd have to find out - he'd have to see for himself, see whether he needed to get his family out. A frown washed over his face and he pulled back the blind to see down into the street. Someone had broken into a car and was currently half-in, half-out.
He knew what was about to happen, sort of a cold sweat before vomiting. Across the street from the house came a loud smash - three men bundled into the electrical store completley unchallenged.
Looters! Nothing had even happened, but already people were looting. The crowds were rushing past his house, like an army of barbarians; he couldn't see where they were going.
God damn, the city would have a riot on it's hands if the government didn't do something quick. Another window smashed somewhere in the street, it shook James up and he thought about the poor owner of the business. Bastards.
His own garage was just blocks away - would looters hit that too? He had power tools, pink slips, cars! Surely they were worth more than the toaster that he'd seen a looter get away with.
James shouted to Beth; 'I have to go out' he told her, 'stay here, lock the doors, I won't be long'. Nothing would happen to them while he was away. Besides, he'd run to the garage, make sure he'd secured the place then get back to his wife and kids as quickly as he could. Without reply, James whipped on his jacket and slammed the front door behind him.
The street was in tatters. There was smoke drifting from somewhere and the crowd happily watched as destruction began to overrun the city. He could hear car alarms, screams, cries, gun fire, sirens...it was chaos.
He set off at a run, down the block. Across the street an elderly man swore at some looters wading through his stuff. He tried to ward them off, but they ignored him. James couldn't look, surely the police would turn up soon. At the next block he heard a sporadic gunfire come from the shop and he stopped to watch, agast at his own city. The men scattered, leaving an empty shop - the old man was no where to be seen. The police would be here soon, he told himself again and continued on down the street.
Hope against hope; leave my garage alone.
Here he was, the final stretch before he'd be able to see the steel shutters of his garage. They'd be locked up and completely untouched - please let them be locked...
At the last corner he took a deep breath, not quite wanting to see his business and he turned the street. There it was, 'Furnell Autorepair' locked up tight and safe. The street was reasonably empty with just a pair of women hastily making banners to fight against the oppression.
He let out a sigh of relief and set about checking the doors - it was fine. Thank God.
With that, he turned and headed home, back through the broken glass, torn-down signs and shattered lives. All this after an hour - unbelievable.
He made it to his front door and wrapped on it with his knuckles with a shout to his wife - the noise was at fever pitch. She peered out cautiously and he could hear it unlock.
--tbc--
Base Class/Sub Class: Bus / Truck Mechanic
Strengths: [/b] Professionally adept with engines / mechanical parts. James has also trained as a professional lock-smith after his father.
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Physical Description: James has thick dark hair contrasting directly with his pale skin. His skin is darker in places than others mostly due to the layers of oil and grime built up over the years and is starting to look aged. His face is never free of stubble, never clean-shaven.
During his twenties, James looked after his body - he'd spend weeks in the gym, ate right and spent time with the punch bag. When he fathered his first child, the workouts subsided and he fell back on 'working out at home'. His physical appearance is still one of an athlete; above the clothing. Beneath, he's already degrading into a middle-aged man.
Personality: James is 'one of the guys'. He would happily sit in a bar with his friends discussing football and boxing. James is far from aggressive and when the rudementary fight break out during a night at the bar, Furnell was often the negotiator. He is highly loyal to those he cares about and became a wild animal when his children were threatened during the riots.
History: James worked as a mechanic in the bus depot in north Williamsburg. He'd been living in the city all his life, first training as a locksmith in his father's business, but at the last minute opting to buy his own garage (since his interest was in cars), where he was working at the time of the quarantine.
While working in his garage, he met a customer named Beth, whom he subsequently dated, fell in love with and ultimately married. Soon they moved in together into an apartment in the city right next to the park. It was perfect and soon they planned for children; living the 'American Dream'.
When the quarantine kicked in, it was a sunday afternoon - James nor Beth were working. The news came from the mouths of their children as they were awaken by a 'white van, shouting at people'. They discovered that it was one of the electorial vehicles, formally used for advertising a new mayor / police chief - but today it brough news of a 'nationwide' lock down.
It said things like 'Public Safty' and 'Health Complications'. It warned people to stay indoors.
Ofcourse it was the last thing that anyone did - people wanted answers...
The sky was a reflection of Williamsburg; dark and grey. It had a storm brewing within and the only barrier between it's fury and the innocent was degrading time.
James saw something in that sky, it was a sign. He locked the doors and drew the children into the kitchen, as not to overlook the street.
Back to the front window, there were people already heading downtown with expressive anger.
Back to the kitchen, his children were confused - his wife worried about the 'health complications'. What did they mean?
Back to the front window, across the street were a group of teens, clutching signs. It was all so quick - what was going on?! He'd have to find out - he'd have to see for himself, see whether he needed to get his family out. A frown washed over his face and he pulled back the blind to see down into the street. Someone had broken into a car and was currently half-in, half-out.
He knew what was about to happen, sort of a cold sweat before vomiting. Across the street from the house came a loud smash - three men bundled into the electrical store completley unchallenged.
Looters! Nothing had even happened, but already people were looting. The crowds were rushing past his house, like an army of barbarians; he couldn't see where they were going.
God damn, the city would have a riot on it's hands if the government didn't do something quick. Another window smashed somewhere in the street, it shook James up and he thought about the poor owner of the business. Bastards.
His own garage was just blocks away - would looters hit that too? He had power tools, pink slips, cars! Surely they were worth more than the toaster that he'd seen a looter get away with.
James shouted to Beth; 'I have to go out' he told her, 'stay here, lock the doors, I won't be long'. Nothing would happen to them while he was away. Besides, he'd run to the garage, make sure he'd secured the place then get back to his wife and kids as quickly as he could. Without reply, James whipped on his jacket and slammed the front door behind him.
The street was in tatters. There was smoke drifting from somewhere and the crowd happily watched as destruction began to overrun the city. He could hear car alarms, screams, cries, gun fire, sirens...it was chaos.
He set off at a run, down the block. Across the street an elderly man swore at some looters wading through his stuff. He tried to ward them off, but they ignored him. James couldn't look, surely the police would turn up soon. At the next block he heard a sporadic gunfire come from the shop and he stopped to watch, agast at his own city. The men scattered, leaving an empty shop - the old man was no where to be seen. The police would be here soon, he told himself again and continued on down the street.
Hope against hope; leave my garage alone.
Here he was, the final stretch before he'd be able to see the steel shutters of his garage. They'd be locked up and completely untouched - please let them be locked...
At the last corner he took a deep breath, not quite wanting to see his business and he turned the street. There it was, 'Furnell Autorepair' locked up tight and safe. The street was reasonably empty with just a pair of women hastily making banners to fight against the oppression.
He let out a sigh of relief and set about checking the doors - it was fine. Thank God.
With that, he turned and headed home, back through the broken glass, torn-down signs and shattered lives. All this after an hour - unbelievable.
He made it to his front door and wrapped on it with his knuckles with a shout to his wife - the noise was at fever pitch. She peered out cautiously and he could hear it unlock.
--tbc--
