Otmar Inka

Full Name: Otmar Lee Inka
Nicknames: Tends to tell people that he`s "Oat" or "Ink".
Canon or Original: Original
Sexuality: Heterosexual

APPEARANCE

Face Claim: I`ll claim it after I finish this~ and finish editing it s30.photobucket.com/user/Dragonluvr9517/media/1093a2ea-e8f6-43cd-9434-e3ee82743aa8_zpsfbcj7mny.jpg.html?state=copy&sp=false.
Hair Colour: Dark brown, almost black and slightly curly.
Eye Colour: Icy blue.
Height: 5ft. 11in.
Weight: 146 lbs.
Distinguishing Features: Face
Overall Appearance: Fitting his icey and amber eye(s), Otmar tends to walk calmly. Getting where he needs to go with his long legs and a straight back. A runner, he`s strong and it shows. Albeit he is more of a wanderer. Sticking closer to the forests and less traveled routes instead of taking cities or roads. Usually resulting in him emerging from the undergrowth with twigs, leaves, and dust or mud. Yet he seems to wear those seemingly dirt things quite proudly, reminding one of a wolf emerging from the woods. Seemingly handsome, the most common thing others see him do is either run his hands through his hair, or dust himself off. If faced with an obstacle like a large pack of walkers, he will observe the situation before simply walking off the other way. Acting like he doesn't care when in all reality he`s terrified. Making faces behind peoples backs when he doesn't have a poker face on, joking around even though its the end of the world, and managing to stay pretty clean in the process. Though in this endeavor he tends to, well, "acquisition" better clothes from stores, homes, and dead bodies. Ending up with odd trinkets here and there that are carried in his large backpack. Old and dingy, its the only thing that's out of place compared to his rather nice clothes. Especially when even his weapons, random knick knacks, and odd ends are kept in pristine condition.

Items: Pack, Mark I Trench Knife, Crowbar, supplies.

PERSONALITY

Likes: Close combat (even though its more dangerous), keeping tidy, collecting, wide open spaces, isolation, familiar things, his backpack and leather jacket, knives, fresh water, bracelets, cats, oats.
Dislikes: Guns, "Zombies" (he calls them "Ghouls"), no one "sharing" with him.
Strengths: Agile, knows how to handle walkers and the such quite well, loner, learns about an area quickly, makes stashes and spreads them throughout town/woods/wherever he is currently.
Weaknesses: Lack of trust, dislike of guns, fakes being tough (that could lead to some hairy situations), tritanopia (blue-yellow color blindness), things that remind him of his sister.
Overall personality: A free roamer, Otmar is a young man in his 20`s wandering the land. Picking up small trinkets along the way, each he treasures and takes good care of. Each shiny and looking as if it were new, and usually in working condition as he trudges through less traveled roads. Honestly, he`s too afraid to go near large groups of people, but would otherwise insist that he just decided to avoid any ghouls/walkers in favor of living another day. That said, he could easily take one out if needed to and dispatches any that wander into his neck of the woods. With this sort of life he`s turned into a young hermit. Frightening and odd to everyone else while still managing to keep up his good looks like all of his belongings. Though he is good at heart and will help anyone that comes his way if he`s not acting tough or too terrified. Making it hard to find friends or even allies when every person is viewed as a possible enemy or threat. Paranoia leading to sleepless nights and delusions if the right circumstances meet up. Surprisingly, he has a sort of color blindness called tritanopia. Though it was confusing at a young age, it doesn't really seem to matter that to everyone else plants are green, the sky blue, and yellows bright. Instead yellows are shades of pink, the plants a grayish blue and the sky a bright teal. Able to only distinguish a few colors that others will reference, but not many. He is very quiet and materialistic in a sort of loving way. Very adaptable, he hasn't run across something that's blown up in his face or backfired quite yet. Never really interacting with others or finding love before the whole world ended. To him nothing just seemed to fit perfectly to make a relationship.

HISTORY

Father: Martin Inka [X Dead]
Mother: Alberta Lee Inka (Took husbands surname, hers was Adler)[X Dead]
Siblings: Misi Lee Inka, his younger sister. She changed though and he ran away, leaving her for good.[x Dead]
Spouse: N/A
Children: N/A
Pets: N/A (maybe a cat?)
Overall History: Never really knowing his father, as he died off serving his country and never seemed to be home for anything, Otmar learned early on that he had to survive on his own. Good traits like "collecting" things seemed to help out his poor mother, who just couldn't handle life itself. Taking care of his younger sister for years until the world ended. Next thing he knew his mom had tried to overdose, and between him trying to get his sister away from her she had turned and bit. Tending to his sister with his mother locked in the bathroom before she too, the only living thing he really cared about besides the family cat, turned as well. Trying to gouge his eyes out, he stumbled outside with the supplies he had packed for both of them. Finding a world full of screams, terror, smoke. Running, he still runs but tries to fake being tough. Something that his sister mentioned to him when she had passed out, even then being the stronger one and not crying or whimpering. "Stop crying big brother. Just pretend to be strong, and then you can be like me". Before she passed out and woke up a monster. Running is all he`s good at, and its what he does while his acquired family skills come in handy. Carrying a small, ragged stuffed bear that his sister kept even into her teens in that seemingly worthless and rugged backpack of his. Keeping his sisters memory alive with the little nicknames she gave him. "Oats" for his odd love of oat filled cereals and snacks, "Ink" for how he ran all over the place and left a stain wherever he went.

ROLEPLAYER

Alias: Kaitlyn ie: Dragonluvr9517@gmail.com
Where You Found Us: I saw an advertisement on Yavania, was skeptic, then Bay of course got me onto this rpg site xD
Other Characters: No others as of yet.