Edward Collins - Ungulate

by **Edward Collins** Mon May 26, 2014 1:23 pm

Edward Allistair Collins

Nicknames · Edward | Eddie
Age · 27
Gender · Male
Race · Anthro
Species · Buck
Sexual Orientation · Homosexual
Occupation · Performing Arts Teacher | Manager - Elektric Chair

Appearance

Edward is an all white buck with blazing green eyes. He has white antlers, and unlike in the wild, he keeps them all year long. His features are mostly white or grey. He is handsome and very fit for his older age than most of those attending the school. He can be seen smoking from his pipe out in the yard at the college.

Personality

He is very kind and straight forward with what he wants in life. He teaches his class as if he were the most strict being in the whole campus. But he does care about them greatly. He has been in love with males since he was a young boy. He never really liked females, in the special way, though he does keep them as friends. He loves to have his nose nuzzled in-between the pages of a book. He tries to keep to himself most days, but there are times he will open up when the world feels like it is coming down too hard on him. Edward is very friendly outside of the classroom, and will often hold study groups to help students with their studies.

History

When Edward was a young boy, his father was a wonderful doctor. He spent most of his life, attending F.U.R. and got his doctorate. Of course the intelligent doctor wished for his own son to attend the school and pursue a medical degree, as he had done. But in science classes as a young boy, Edward found his true inspiration was within the stage. He wanted to perform to show he could be something different than what the world thought he was. He wore glasses and for this he was teased and prodded. When he reached his teen years, his father paid for him to get corrective lens surgery. This eliminated the need for glasses, and improved his vision ten fold. Kids no longer teased him as much. When he was going through high school, he wanted to perform. His true inspiration was on the stage. His father forced him to take Science classes, to follow his lead. But Edward auditioned for play after play, and each time he made the cast. Normally he held the lead positions.

When he was off to college, his father offered him a full ride to F.U.R. as long as he went for a medical degree. Edward was too full of pride to accept the money, and he truly wanted to pursue his life as an actor. His college professor was a great aid to him, encouraging him to go forward and be what he wanted to be. In his eyes, Professor Simon Stone, was one of the best he had ever met. Almost like a father figure to the young buck. Edward promised he would teach at F.U.R. if the position was ever available. After graduating with honors for a Bachelor's in Arts, he tried to be out on his own. He landed a couple jobs here and there, but nothing to really get his name out there. When news that his professor fell ill and could no longer hold the position, Edward went back to F.U.R. and applied. He got the job and spent the last few years casting out beautiful plays, hosting improvisational nights, and whatever he truly wanted to do.

Roleplay Sample

From My Thread On Dreamworld - "To The Death"

Eight years ago, the world was a beautiful place. Trees and flowers lived happily in the yards and town cities with the humans. Lush green was everywhere. People lived carefree and easy lives. The only thing which stopped it all, was one small outbreak, which quickly took over the world. At the first signs of outbreak, the government was scared and unaware what to do. So they sent int heir troops to combat the vile creatures which plagued the land. Many soldiers died, trying to fight the aggressors, who only wished to consume their bodies. Tyson had joined the corp at 18, fresh out of high school, and in his two years with the corp, he was a strong asset. He helped learn the way to kill them, teaching it to his troops across the globe. But the war raged on and the numbers of the undead increased. The military began to fall back, after their brothers in arms turned from the gruesome battle.

Tyson fought as long as he could, but soon retreated to a village some settlers had created. It was a world from the outside, they had people posted at every point, ready and waiting for the undead to scourge their lands. In a couple months time, no outbreak had occurred in the tiny city, leaving the people to finally feel safe and at peace. With the loss of his rifle and pistol, the now 28 year old man, wielded a crossbow. It was easy for him to make arrows as well as retrieve them from the dead corpses.

But in the peace of the land, there were some who wished to take out their frustration and loss on those who patrolled the forests. So Tyson was tasked with gathering a team, teaching them the military ways of fighting, as well as some he had picked up along the way. "Don't waste your ammo, shoot for the head," he said with his Carolina accent, and his thick southern drawl. As he led the group, some died and turned, but were put down before anymore could change. Tyson had done the honors when others could not take the life of their undead friend. They could not separate the life from what was to what is. Tyson soon found himself on these hunts alone. But honestly, he liked it better this way. There was nobody to slow him down.

As he moved from the trees, he noticed a small town up ahead. He had been there before, but there had never been so many zombies gathering around it. Something must have been going on. Taking out his dagger, he killed a couple zombies who lingered on the outside. As their bodies fell, he moved slowly forward. Eying a ladder from a one story building, he climbed up it, dagger pressed tightly in his teeth. As he made it to the rooftop, he walked towards the edge. It was there he saw the person against the wall and the zombies coming in closer and closer. From this distance, Tyson could not tell if the human was male or female, but either way, they needed saving.

Grabbing his crossbow from his back, he aimed it towards the closest zombie and fired it right into the skull. The arrowhead went straight through and got stuck in the eyeball. As the zombie fell to the ground, a string of arrows attacked the ones around him until Tyson knew he could take the rest on hand to hand. Sliding down the drain pipe, he made his way towards the horde. Slicing and dicing as he moved closer to the human. He picked up his arrows and tucked them back into his quiver as he moved to the boy. "Come with me, I'll get you to a safe place from here." He said as he held out his hand.

Out Of Character Information

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