Hey folks, okay, so I have something, tell me how terrible an idea this is!<br/><br/><br/><br/>M.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Character Profile ...<div class="floatright">(http://www.zen90682.zen.co.uk/johnd.jpg)</div>Name: John Donnelan<br/>Age: 32<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Sexuality: Fast Jet Fighter Pilot (Fighter variant Tornado)<br/>Occupation: RAF officer (1st Lieutenant)<br/><br/><br/>Height:- 6'1"<br/>Weight:- 170 lbs<br/>Build:- Slim athletic<br/>Hair:- Dark Brown, short cropped<br/>Eyes:- Dark blue with grey circles round the iris's and orange flecks.<br/><br/><br/>Personality: Deep down inside John is a very nice bloke. However he hides behind a winning smile, and snappy banter. This wall was developed mainly to cope with the day to day business of life in the Royal Air Force.<br/><br/>Background: John grew up on the south coast of England in the county of Sussex. He grew up as one of a pair of non-identical twins. His parents separated soon after his birth, and the twins were brought up by their mother, the father returning to his native Canada. One small consolation from this was dual citizenship. John did very well at school, joining the local Air Cadets in high school, and followed his dream to fly on into further education at university and then on into officer training. At his passing out parade John held the sword as best cadet in his class, disappointed only when a burly sergeant swiped them from him again as soon as he was out of sight of the public once more to replace it with only a piece of paper and a handshake.<br/><br/>Quickly finding himself posted to a fighter training wing John met his co-pilot/navigator Frank, whom he flew with right up until the end. They worked very well together, and quickly qualified to live flight, then gunnery training. The cycle of training and leave went on and on, as the pair passed every stage. Finally soon after qualifying for active flight duty they were sent, for the third time, to the states, this time to take part in the Top Gun program running at Nellis just outside of Las Vegas. It was during the second day they had been there, and they pair had barely left their hotel room, when the state of emergency broke out. Frank and John soon found they were, more or less, forgotten by their own people during the ensuing panic. Orders they were expecting to arrive at any moment never came.<br/><br/>Life carried on, pretty much as normal for two days, room service arrived when they were called, and the television gave regular reports on the situation. The officers spent much of the time eating, drinking, and smoking together in one room or the other, till the situation was brought home to them in gory detail. The hotel was rapidly overrun by a veritable army of the dead, and it was only by sheer luck that John managed to escape with his life. His long-time friend Frank did not.<br/><br/>The drive to the base in the rented car was a nightmare. Secluded in the self contained world of the hotel John had not realised that things had degraded so far so quickly. The base was a total shambles, the living were holding out against the dead, but the chain of command had suffered greatly. Yet John found himself being ordered onto an RAF Hercules transport aircraft bound for Cold Lake base in Alberta Canada.<br/><br/>Due to mechanical problems they found themselves forced down on a small local airstrip up in the Rockies. The aircraft wouldn't make it off of the ground again without at least thirty hours of engine maintenance and a complete draining and cleaning of the fuel lines. The few RAF Regiment infantrymen they had with them, who had put out a perimeter as soon as the Herc had stopped started reporting in on the com net. The dead had seen them land and were on their way in strength.<br/><br/>John was very lucky to survive the following few hours. Somehow he made it out of there alive when so many others fell.<br/><br/>By the time he felt he had lost his pursuit and had holed up in the tower of an old church he had the clothes he was stood up in, his Walther, one spare magazine for it with only two rounds in it and a full one in the weapon. The only food and water he had were what he had found in the building he was hiding in.<br/><br/>He stayed in the church for four days, waiting for the number of dead to diminish before moving out again. Staying on foot or on a bicycle he had acquired. It was quieter that way and the dead seemed to have excellent hearing but poor vision for the most part. Engines were, it seemed, a bad idea.<br/><br/>After a few days in the country living off stores from farmhouses he found himself cycling towards the town of Wellington.<br/><br/>Skills/talents: John is skilled in flying and basic maintenance of all manner of fixed wing aircraft. His main skills lie in small fast jets. He has extensive survival and escape and evasion training, as well as training in unarmed combat and small arms use. He can drive wheeled vehicles, and ride motorcycles.<br/><br/>Strengths/Weaknesses: John is mentally, and physically very strong. He had to be to achieve what he did in the RAF, however he does hide his true feelings a little too much. He stores up too much of his feeling and emotion. This has a tendency to build up to the point where it explodes.<br/>