Name: Sean Piker
Sean is tall, slim, and in shape. His skin is mildly tan year round, he has dark brown hair, brown, wild, deep-set eyes, and a slouched posture. His nose looks like someone pinched it on the bridge when he was a baby, upon which sets a pair of rectangular glasses, transitions, of course.
Personality: Sean is an average teenage guy . . . except for one aspect of his psyche, or more really, he is mildly schizophrenic. When around other people, he hears voices and whispers, most of which are cursing him and insulting him, though they usually aren’t fully audible, but merely murmurs in the back of his mind. They tend to become louder in more strenuous situations. When the voices start to get louder, he begins seeing ghostly images in the corners of his eyes and becomes increasingly paranoid. Other than that, he’s relatively normal, though more on the nerdy side. He is usually sarcastic and fairly light hearted.
Former Employment: Unemployed/Student
Hobbies: Warhammer 40, Video Games, drawing, writing, fighting, etc.
History: A resident of Sacramento, California, Sean was dragged to smoggy, smoke laced Las Vegas by his parents to see the air show, which he ended up not going to, choosing to stay in his hotel room instead. Now it seemed like an even better plan than it had been originally!
Bravery: Normally, 8. Not so much for an abundance of courage, but for a lack of fear, being de-sensitized by the media and video games, also aided by several minor delusions of grandeur that came with his affliction. If he is in a large group of people who are all talking or shouting orders, especially if they are doing so at him, the voices will come and he will have a mental breakdown, generally incapacitating him until he becomes unconscious or can fight his way into control. He is starting to learn how to fight his affliction, but it’s still very hard for him to overcome.
[*]Coming from a family with quite a few military personnel, Sean knows how to shoot a gun, and has a Desert Eagle, which had initially been his dad’s. He has 2 full clips.
[*]Sean, being a schizophrenic gamer, isn’t wholly sane, and enjoys fighting. He likes the feeling of hitting things and much prefers the intimacy of melee combat over fire fights. He carries a combat knife, a large meat cleaver(commandeered from the kitchen), and a two-handed sledge-hammer.
[*]Has a 3g cell phone with a good camera.
[*]$150 in $10 bills in his wallet, as well as his ID and car keys.
'Samus. That's the only name you'll hear. Samus. It means the end and the death. Samus. I am Samus. Samus is all around you. Samus is the man beside you. Samus will gnaw upon your bones. Look out! Samus is here.' - Horus Rising by Dan Abnett
I can see clearly now the rain is gone! I can see all obsta-- *runs into a pole*