NAME AND AGE: Shaun Johnson & 29
GENDER/PRONOUNS:Male, He/Him
ORIGIN: Chicago, Illinois
OCCUPATION:Pro-fighter /
FACECLAIM: Michael B. Jordan, Anthony Mackie, Alfred Enoch.
QUOTE: “Have nothing, get it all, but too much of it then lose it again.”
STATUS: Available
You grew up in Chicago to a single mother who had five other children; you were one of the middle kids and knew not to demand your mother’s attention. But that didn’t stop you from being a pain in the ass in school, getting into trouble more often than not. By high school you were known as a trouble maker and got into fights, mostly protecting one of your younger siblings than just for a fight in itself. But when your mother was diagnosed with cancer you took it harder than your other siblings, the three that were older than you were already gone and had their own lives away from Chicago and it was up to you to take care of your family. Doing so was easier said than done, you was a senior in high school and started failing everything—got in more and more fights to where you were coming home black and blue every night.
Then one day you ran into a group of people you didn’t want to and by the end of it, you were one of them, you’d joined a gang and later that week had your ass kicked to the point you were put in the hospital but after that, you dove deep into the gang. It became a mess and you were no longer the sweet goofy boy that your family once knew, you were darker, rougher around the edges and stayed out at night at all hours. You’d dropped out of high school with only a few more classes to take.
Things got worse and one day, during a rather hefty heist, you witnessed a murder, it was worse than just being at the wrong place at the wrong time—one of the other members who you had thought to be your friend killed a man just to get to some money in a safe. And after that everything went downhill; your mother died shortly after and the police started to investigate the murder and the clues led them to you. It was a dark time for you and everything you’d done seemed to come into perspective, you were a mess and perhaps this was the chance you needed to get out of the situation you were in.
Taking the plea you were given you promised to be a witness against the man who committed the murder, in return your family, your younger siblings, were sent away to stay with family in another state while you were put into the witness protection system. So you were moved to Philadelphia where you picked up a job at the local gym, highlighting on your fighting skills, and determined to teach kids that were growing up like you how not to make the same mistakes you did.
Things had been getting worse on the news but it wasn’t anything you weren’t used to, after all, you lived in Chicago and had seen how the world could get. These things that kept happening were not all that big of a surprise to you—in the beginning. When the kids weren’t asking about how to stop something that was significantly larger and stronger than them. That’s when you started getting worried.
As per to your witness protection contract you didn’t have many friends, just the kids you taught at the local boxing and fighting gym. They were your friends, more than that they were like the family you’d lost. And as the news picked up on the worst part of things you finally made a choice. Boxing yourself and a few of the kids you taught in the gym after looting began you did your best to be a leader; to make up where you failed for your family.
It wasn’t long before chaos broke out and no place was safe, despite your desperate efforts to keep the gym barricaded more of those things came and eventually someone got bitten and that was where everything changed. This was no longer just a gang war, what you had been telling yourself this whole time to keep your calm, this was real life and it was only going to get worse.
For a long time you traveled with the families you helped get out of Philly but that didn’t last long either. Soon your group was overrun by more infected and then as a final blow some bandits; when it was your life or to join the group you did what came natural. You joined the gang, something you’d put in your past. This group of men lasted a while, using others’ weakness’ for their gain, another thing you thought you’d put behind you but it came so easily for you. So much so that you once again found yourself in a repeat of history, only this time it was a mother and her two pre-teen girls. You fought against what the others wanted to do, but if you hadn’t of left everyone would have died, yourself included. Your only friend within the group, Kelci, joined you.
Thankfully, it wasn’t long before you were found by someone who was out looking for supplies, they told of where they came from and welcomed you to the place. It was called Hellscape and you weren’t sure whether it was a play on words or if you really were escaping hell.
Kelci: She reminds you of your younger sister, the same temperament and mannerisms, they bonded within the group and when things went to shit it was Kelci that you saved and moved on with. By this point you consider her family; whether or not she knows it is a different story. She’s like a calming salve to your nerves and in a world like this, that is something to hold onto closer than any kind of weapon.
Rico: Tempers never mesh well with one another, you always were known for your habit of getting into fights when you were younger. You didn’t think you’d end up doing just that during the end of the world, especially with a man who was all talk. You don’t like one another, perhaps it is because they are similar with their pain or because every fucking time Rico opens his mouth you just want to close it with your fists.
Samantha: She’s different, not just because of what she’s been through but as a person. Being used to surrounding yourself with people who were much like you, Samantha is almost like a breath of fresh air. Although you cannot put your finger on the reason why, you enjoy her company, whether or not she enjoys yours is a different story.
