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Just so you get the idea here is one I did all those years back.
Remember it’s not a competition or an open invitation to snipe at other peoples ideas just a bit of harmless fun for everyone.
You never know one of the DL writers may be looking and come asking to use your idea?
Donald McLeod
Sex: Male
Age: 33
Height: 6’ 5”
Weight: 245 lbs
Hair: Fair (Worn Long)
Eyes: Brown
Distinguishing Features: None
Place of Birth: Dunvegan Castle, Isle of Skye, Scotland
Known Relatives: Dougal McLeod –Father (Alive), Flora McLeod (Nee Harris) –Mother (Alive), Hamish McLeod –Brother (Died at birth), Morag McLeod –Sister (Alive).
Favorite Quote: Ye no trust a Campbell
Clothing: McLeod Tartan Kilt, British Army Khaki shirt, black Para boots
Preferred Weapons: Claymore, Sgian Dubh, Enfield SA-80, Webley .455 revolver
Commonly Carried Equipment: Backpack, Spare Ammo, Book ‘The Word of God’, Compass, Pocket Rad Counter, Hunting equipment (Snares etc.), Remains of the ‘Faerie Flag’, Weapon cleaning Kit.
Special Skills: Hunting, Survival Techniques, Clan History, Close quarters Combat, First Aid
Home History: The Isle of Skye, located off the north west coast of Scotland, was mostly untouched by the global catastrophe of 2001. However in the years after the war the Nuclear Winter that followed and the heavy fallout from the mainland killed almost seventy five percent of all life on the small island. Those that survived faced freezing temperatures and starvation almost daily and if it were not for the family that lived in the castle all would have been lost.
The Chief of the Clan McLeod and his family lived out the worst years in the Luxury of there castle, food was plentiful thanks to the huge amounts of supplies stored in a secret Army supply depot built within the Cuillin Mountains not far from there home. These mountains were owned by the Family, but leased to the British Army in 2000 in order to raise funds for the restoration of the castle at Dunvegan.
As time passed the Island and its survivors slowly returned to a way of life similar to that in the Highlands during the 14th and 15th Centaury. The freezing winds that blew in from the North (sometimes cold enough to freeze a man caught out in the open in minutes) and the mutant Seabirds that attacked anything on sight made the hard life that much harder.
Life History: Donald as direct Heir to the family title longed for the time when he would be able to take control and bring change to the way of life dealt to those that live outside the Castle. On many an occasion he has sneaked into the depot unbeknown to his father in order to hand out extra rations to those who were sick, or with small children.
It was during one of these forays into a new area of the complex that Donald stumbled upon the Gateway located deep within the complex. Not knowing what it was or infact what any of the computer hardware was he entered the Mat-Trans and awoke elsewhere.
Afraid, confused and alone he stumbled into a new world, the ‘magic room’ did not send him to sleep when he entered it again, so he was trapped in his nightmare that would not end.
He is forced now to wander the Deathlands with a hope of someday finding the means to return him back to the life he knew and the people he wants to save.
Five years on from the start of the nightmare he has adapted and survived all that Deathlands could throw at him, and is still searching for another ‘magic room’.
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