Post by Jeffrey Grimes on Nov 8, 2016 1:12:59 GMT
JEFFREY SAMUEL GRIMES
"Of course you should be afraid of the dark, you know what’s out there."
"Whew! You’re cold as ice, officer friendly.”
Full name • Jeffrey Samuel Grimes
Nicknames • Jeff
Age • Thirty Seven
Birthday • March 20th
Gender • Male
Sexuality • Heterosexual
Former Occupation • Martial Arts Instructor
Alexandria Role: N/A
face claim • Jensen Ackles
"Oh, Reverend Shane's preaching to you now, boy."
History: Before the apocalypse began, Jeffrey was a normal man. Born and raised in King County, he grew up alongside his brother Rick, who he shared a strong bond with. While his childhood was mostly happy, it was somewhat unhappy due to the fact he was bullied a lot. Rick stood up for him whenever he was bullied, but as he got older, he stood up for himself more often, with the bullying having made him tougher. The bullying was also the main reason that his love and respect of martial arts grew, with him having taken up Taekwondo so that he could defend himself, without having to rely on his brother too much. By the time he was eighteen, he had left King County, going to the University of Kansas on a scholarship, and he would keep in contact with Rick during his years at college. While he mostly kept to himself in college, he did do a good amount of socialising, and it was during college that he moved from studying Taekwondo to Jiu Jitsu, having been turned to it by a friend.
After graduating college with his bachelors in business management, he found employment for the next eight years in a comfortable office job. However, Jeffrey was never fully happy in the office job, with his only outlet being the fact he helped out, and studied at a local martial arts school. It was at this place that he felt truly comfortable, and because of this and his love of martial arts, he eventually left his office job and worked full time as an instructor. His degree and prior office also meant that he would be able to help manage the place, which was invaluable for the manager. And so, for seven years, Jeffrey helped teach the martial arts at the school, and helped manage it. However, things would change when his brother was shot, and only a short while later, the dead began to walk, and the apocalypse began.
When the apocalypse began, Jeffrey was at home, relaxing before his shift at the school. The Walkers prevented him from making it there, and he barely made it out of his apartment before the building was swarmed. It was after this that he made it to his car, and hit the open road, hoping to make it to King County, to find his family and make sure that Rick was okay. But, this never happened, primarily due to walkers and people preventing him from getting back to Georgia. As the weeks passed, he was forced to make hard decisions to staying alive, with the first and hardest one being his first human kill: a man who was already dying of a bite. He asked Jeffrey to put him out of his misery, and while he was extremely reluctant to, he did so to spare the man more pain. This event caused him to become more hardened then he had previously been, and slowly started his descent into a more ruthless, cold and brutal individual. It was during the early months of the apocalypse that he also learned how to shoot, becoming a proficient marksman in a matter of months, though his hand to hand experience would still be more considerable.
In the ensuing months since his first kill, Jeffrey continued to keep travelling, though he no longer had King County in mind as a destination. For the most part, he wandered aimlessly, never staying in one place for too long to avoid running into any herds, but this didn’t stop him running into other survivors, with the majority of survivors that he encountered being hostile. There were only a few that were still good people, and they were the few to earn Jeff’s trust since the apocalypse truly began, but every one of these people met gruesome ends, and it caused him to become more hardened and cold, especially with the fact that his kill count has now reached the mid twenties.
In the last few weeks, Jeffrey has ended up in the state of Virginia, though he hasn’t seen any people since arriving. And for now, he continues to move from place to place, hoping to find a sanctuary, but slowly losing hope that such a place even exists. As well as this, while he's forced himself to accept the possibility, he's still holding out hope that his family is still alive, even though he has no way of knowing. The main reason he's trying to hold on to both of these hopes are because, if he loses all hope, he knows he could become much worse than the walkers.
Personality: Before the apocalypse, Jeffrey was a kind, compassionate and caring man. Because of his childhood bullying, he was always someone to look after those that couldn’t look after themselves, and he would always help someone out when they needed it, showing a somewhat selfless demeanour. He was always loyal to his friends and loved ones, being willing to drop everything to help them, and he had a good sense of humour, frequently making jokes to try and keep his friends at ease if they were uneasy. He was also somewhat charismatic, as while his humour helped, he had a bit of a knack for keeping people in good spirits if they were upset or unhappy, something that his friends were fond of.
However, after everything that he has seen and done, as well as all of the death and mayhem that surrounds him, Jeffrey has become a much more hardened, cold and ruthless person. His sense of humour is almost non-existent, and he has developed massive trust issues due to primarily running into hostile survivors. While he was initially extremely hesitant to kill, he is now able to kill without batting an eye, though that doesn’t mean that he’s grown to enjoy it, he just sees it as a necessity of the world that he lives in. Even though he finds it hard to trust, he is still a loyal person to those that have earned his trust, and he will do what he can to protect them. While his charisma, compassion and caring side are still present, he rarely shows them, due to the fact that letting his guard down could get him killed.
"I hereby declare we have spaghetti Tuesdays every Wednesday"
Keeping his hatchet drawn, Jackson slowly walked down the street, glancing at the abandoned cars as he walked past them. Even though there were very few walkers on the streets of Richmond, especially when compared to the streets of New York, he couldn’t take any chances. Turning his head in the direction of the tell-tale groaning that indicated that the walkers were close, he let his hand rest on his Glock. He had learnt a while ago that, even if there was a sizeable herd close by, he could take care of it with just his melee weapon. He just had to make sure that he only took care of the herd one walker at a time.
Looking around, Jackson’s gaze lay upon a pharmacy. Yes, he had no clue what was in the pharmacy, but it was still much safer than the open ground that the Walkers would have access to. Walking as quickly as possible to the pharmacy, he pushed the doors open, and quickly stepped behind them before they could close. Even with his Hatchet raised, and his other hand on his Glock, he did not feel at ease. Maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t felt at ease in over two years, or the fact that even places that seemed safe, were never safe. Drawing his Glock from its holster, he kept his finger close to, but off the trigger. He was hoping that he wouldn’t have to pull the trigger, but if he did…..He was hoping that the person that he killed, if he ever had to, was bad. Just because, he was sure that he would have trouble killing someone who was even halfway decent.
Pivoting in the spot, Jackson found himself raising his hatchet to nothing but a relatively clear glass window. But in that window, he saw something that shocked him. While he had never been one to care about his appearance, he was shocked about the appearance that he had saw in the window, mainly due to the fact he had stopped checking his appearance in over a year. His hair was longer than he remembered it, reaching just down his neck, and the stubble that he had once taken care to shave, was now closer to a full beard then it ever had been. Almost falling down beside an aisle, Jackson asked louder than he should have “What the hell has happened to me?” While he did not expect an answer, he wouldn't have been shocked if even the echo of his voice answered him.
"The whole world's having a tough time"
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