Poe

Age: 32 Years Old

Origin: Human

Appearance

Standing 6'1 and weighing 180 pounds. Poe's attire is a little.. worn I would say. It was ripped and torn from whatever happened to him. He appears shaken most of time, maybe a little nervousness to him. He always has his trusty shotgun strapped to his back to help him out of the bigger messes that he finds himself in. For the smaller situations at hand, he uses a pistol his keeps hidden in his waistband. His attire looks old and dusty, but for some reason he likes it. He has cuts on his face from whatever it was that happened to him. His hair isn't too long and usually stays put, but sometimes it may look crazy.. Hey! A brush is hard to find in these times!

His tale among tales

What happened to this handsome devil you ask? It wasn't entirely clear to him.. It still isn't, but perhaps the beginning is a good place to start right? His New York lifestyle was dull.. He got up everyday, went to work, came home, occassionally ate when his stomache rumbled at him, perhaps watched some television on the couch, sometimes he'd live dangerously and fall asleep while watching the television on the couch *GASP!* He lived honestly, like I said earlier, a pretty damn boring life. Pretty much kept to himself and only was social at work when he had to be.

He didn't have many friends or family. Just himself really. One night, he got into bed and fell deep into his usual slumber of dreaming about the perfect babe on his arm that he possibly met at a bar much like he always dreamed about. Then he awoke in the middle of nowhere.. A field to be more precise. He wasn't sure what the hell happened at all. He knew that this wasn't New York anymore.His shirt and pants were ripped and he couldn't understand it at all.

Was this real? Was this his life now!? He wandered around aimlessly, eventually finding some of his things. He found his weapon harness, his shotgun, and his pistol.. It still gave him no answers. Maybe some comfort, but what he really wanted was to know where he was at. He doesn't know it yet, but he is now in Haven.. A world completely different than his own. He will encounter many new things and hopefully one day, make his way back to normalcy and maybe even figure out what happened to get him to the strange world he is now in..

Skills

He is pretty handy with a shotgun and pistol considering that he did work at a shooting range.. Did I mention DID? I'd underline it two or three more times if I could.. But Yeah.. No more job right? Greaaat..

He is also a pretty smooth talker when he wants to be, but also a smart-ass.. Is that a skill? hmm..

Weaknesses

He is just a human you know. The normal tricks like stabbing, shooting, burning, drowning, a car, bus, horse maybe? A sword? No.. sword would fall under stabbing so forget I said that. Well.. Slicing? Yeah.. Slicing.. and whatever else your sick little mind can think that can kill a human can indeed kill him. Go figure! How freakin' convenient!

Elements

Shotgun & Pistol mastery

Smooth Talker

Expert in smart-assary (Yep, it's a word.. Sshh.. Don't ruin it by looking it up.. You looked it up didn't you.. Well.. You are no fun, did you know that?)