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Player
Name: Tracy
Age: over 18
Contact: AIM: SayNoToZombies, Gmail/Gdocs: Scriblix
Timezone GMT

Character
Original name: Sean McDermott
Tribal name: Mick
Tribe: Algoma
Role: Second in command

Age/DOB: 33 13/04/1982
Sexuality: Straight
Family: Parents, both dead (natural causes).
Younger sister, Caoimhe, unknown status.

Physical description: Sean is 5'9, and in pretty good condition. He's not the strongest, most well-built guy out there, and he's shorter than most, but he can hold his own. If he didn't go running as often as he does, he'd have a tendency towards being heavy-set, like his father was. He has scruffy dark brown hair that has no particular style, and greenish-blue eyes that are already surrounded by crows-feet and laughter lines – he needs glasses but refuses to wear them if he's not working, so he squints quite a lot. He doesn't always remember to stay clean-shaven.
He likes comfortable clothes. Jeans, tee-shirts, hoodies or checked shirts, and his well-worn boots.

Distinguishing marks: Tattoos. He has a quarter-sleeve on his right arm, a lovely freehand celtic cross on his shoulder and various celtic-style animals surrounding it. That one was planned. He has a couple of random Kanji on his inner left forearm, and they were not planned. They were a drunken mistake while on holiday with a couple of mates in Ibiza. He still has no idea what they mean, 16 years later, and he doesn't care enough to find out so he makes shit up if people ask him.
Scars. He had his appendix out when he was 12, and his right forearm has a large sprawling scar that goes from his elbow almost right down to his wrist from when he was 14 and his younger sister slammed a glass door in his face during a fight. He brought his arm up to protect himself and it got cut to shreds.

Personality: Sean's a people person. He's always chatting to the people he meets, naturally friendly but also a hangover from his job pre-pulse where he'd talk to patients to try and keep them calm. He's a cheeky bugger, mainly. If he likes a person, he'll poke fun and tease them, although it's never malicious, and if he does upset someone, he's quick to apologise. If he doesn't like someone, he'll ignore them, and if they push it, he'll snap and yell. His temper's like lightening; burns bright and fast, and then he's left to see what damage he's got to clean up this time. He knows what happens when he loses his temper, and actively works to try and control it, but sometimes he just can't help but lose the rag at someone.

Skills and Training: Sean's a paramedic, with 12 years experience. Although he may not have access to all the drugs and equipment that he's used to, he’s still more than capable of keeping someone alive.
He grew up on a farm, he's used to dealing with livestock and the day-to-day workings of a farm, and can pitch in wherever needed.
He learnt to barter while he was wandering, trading his skills as a paramedic and/or farm-worker for supplies or somewhere to sleep, and he's good at it.

Strengths and weaknesses:
Strengths
• He is a trained paramedic
• Finds it very easy to talk to people, no matter what the situation (party, treating a patient, calming someone down etc)
• He’s pretty unshockable; he's seen a lot of awful and/or weird shit in his time as a paramedic, and taken most of it in his stride
• Willing to turn his hand to any task if it’ll get a job done.

Weaknesses
• He has a rotten temper when it's roused.
• Terrified of snakes.
• Very reluctant to use his gun – he's treated more than enough people for bullet wounds, he doesn't want to be responsible for doing that sort of damage to another person.
• He's longsighted, bad enough that he should wear his glasses all the time. But he doesn't, because he's stupid like that.

Items carried: Almost everything Sean owns fits inside his tattered old backpack, which he has yet to part with. His few changes of clothes, his glasses, a small toiletries kit that he restocks when and as he can, a larger first-aid kit that he makes sure to restock as often as possible and is always within easy reach, plus a few wee personal bits and bobs like his passport and his old wallet that has a photo of him, Caoimhe and their mum and da. He's got a handgun too, although he hates it. He does see the necessity for it, though.

History: Sean grew up in Northern Ireland with his mum, dad and wee sister. His dad was a farmer, his mum helped with the farm and ran a farm shop as well, and Sean helped with both the farming and running the shop as he grew up to get pocket money. From an early age, he wanted to be a doctor or a nurse or something involved with helping people get better, but when he collapsed in school with acute appendicitis and was rushed to hospital by ambulance, he knew what it was he wanted to be. He was going to be a paramedic.

He joined St. Johns, gaining basic first aid skills there and volunteering to work at all kinds of events like concerts, football matches, rugby matches and the like, and when he left school with excellent A-levels, he applied for a job with the Ambulance Service. After a couple of years training, he graduated and went on the road. He had many girlfriends during this time, but never anything long-term – the longest relationship he's ever had was five months – and somehow he managed to talk most of the girls into still being friends with him.

On the day of the Pulse, Sean was on holiday. His parents had both died a few years previously, his da of a heart attack and his mum with breast cancer, and since Sean had no intentions of ever becoming a farmer again, Caoimhe's husband, Rob, took over the farm. Sean and Rob didn't see eye to eye on most things, and never had, so Christmas wasn't exactly a family thing for him. It was holiday time. He'd managed to get leave sorted so that he wasn't on duty over Christmas or New Year, too, although he owed so many people all kinds of favours for that stroke of luck. He flew into LAX on the 20th December, with two full weeks of exploring ahead of him.

And then the Pulse hit.

Sean wandered the States for a while, providing medical assistance where he could, or doing the odd farming work if required, in return for supplies or a place to sleep for the night. He eventually made it to Stone Gap and fell in with the Algoma tribe, which was kind of ironic given that he'd previously sworn that he'd never be a farmer again. His natural inclination to make sure things got done soon meant that he kind of accidentally fell into being Buck's second-in-command and once things settled down, it was heavily implied that he should continue in that role for the time being.

Writing Sample: He could just about make out a house. About a mile ahead, just by the treeline, looked like, so he hitched his backpack up higher on his shoulders, ignored his sore feet for a bit longer and kept walking. It was already dusk, and he'd spent a few too many nights sleeping under the stars recently. A chance at sleeping in a house seemed too good to miss, and it wasn't like he had nothing to offer whoever was inside.

There were already a couple of lights on, he could just about make them out - candles or oil, or even something hooked up to a shitty old generator, he couldn't tell - so he quickened his pace and soon enough, he was standing at the front door and knocking. Standing back from the door after that, he kept his hands in front of him and tried to look as nonthreatening as possible. The door opened slowly and a guy about his own age stood there, saying nothing.

"Alright, mate?" Sean began - all his years stateside hadn't even dented his accent - and he smiled at the man. "I was wondering if you'd be interested in a bit of trading? I'd be looking for a spot on your floor for the night, nothing much, and in return I'm a paramedic, or I was, and I grew up on a farm back in Ireland, so I'm pretty good at turning my hand to any sort of work like that you might have that's needing doing. Would you be interested at all?"

The door opened wider as the other man nodded, talking about his son having an infected cut on his leg from trying to fix a fence. Within a few minutes Sean was inside, digging through his pack for his medical supplies and asking his new host if he could heat up some saltwater. Two jobs in return for food and lodging for the night. Not bad going.

Character Journal:_mick_
Played by: Sam Worthington
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