Adam 'Ghost' Cherokee

Quote: "Are you afraid of ghosts?"

People: Disliked|Neutral|Accepted|Friend|Loved

Lewis 'Snake' Meza: Jesus Christ, this guy just is messed up... That would probably explain why I like him so much, though...

Christian 'Truck' Springfield: This man. This man is like a father to me. Honestly, if I had to, I would give my life for him without even a second look.

Gosha 'Obonca': Gosha, Gosha, Gosha.. Phew, you've done a lot of bad stuff. And you are a good man. I like you for that, and.. I just wish I could have brought you.. Ugh. I'll come back, I promise.

Jessica Rillo: She's Grinch's girl, I honestly can't say I don't think she is pretty.. Really pretty, and smart too. Saved my life once, and I owe her. Once again, I owe someone my life.... *Written in small letters under the entry are the words: "Why do I get shot so much?"


Aia: I love this girl with all of my heart.. She is the best thing that has ever happened to me and I thank God for her everyday.

Lila: She's a good girl.. Blind, though. Still really pretty and smart. Saved me from killing myself about... Three maybe seven times....

Jack: Jack's a good hearted person, though I like to get under her skin. She's armless, which helps my side, because she can't slap me for being stupid... But those legs are like bricks...

Jason 'Redback' Wolf: My father.. Jesus Christ... He told me his story.. I believe him... I feel horrible.. He really loved mother and me...

Urith Bornstellar: Urith is one of my finest engineers in the Fireflies, though he gets made fun of for his... Disorders... He copes with it. I won't even tell you what miracles he can preform on our weapons and vehicles.

Lisibeth Holland: There's a few things wrong in her head... Though she seems to be normal at some points. I feel it is my duty to protect her, however she may think of me.



Factions:
Fireflies: I lead them, good people most of them.

U.S. Military: Well, what can I say? I am just going to end up killing each and everyone of them.
They are just following orders. Can't say I don't hate them, but I atleast understand some don't want to do this.

Farmers: Uhh... They are a confusing group of men.... Nothing so strange yet. Hope that doesn't change.

Black Masks: They sell good smokes, also seem to have a bit more class than everyone else around here. I look forwards to business with them. Though I don't trust them completely....

Gear:

Black Hoodie
Level 4A Kevlar
Machete
Glock 45 with silencer and flashlight
MP7 with silencer and target finder (Flashlight/laser module)
Black Bandana
Denim jeans
Ice-picks
Climbing Gear
Ghost Mask
F2000 with grenade launcher and modified sights.
Mark 23 with laser module and silencer.
380. Pistol with built in laser sight
A tattered New International Version Bible.
Special Forces uniform x2
H&K 45C
Special Forces Knifes x2
MK.12 SPR


Notable Gear:

Glock 45:

MP7:

Ice-Picks:

KA-BAR:

F2000:

Mark 23:

380 Pistol:

Special Forces Knifes:

MK.12 SPR:

Physical Description : Tall man, standing around six foot four, with a massive build, dark brown hair, and dark blue eyes, around the age of eighteen, Canadian accent, and dressed in solid black, a firefly 'Leader' armband is tied tightly around his arm, a mask with a Ghost's face painted onto it is seen on his face.


Notable Features: Canadian Accent, Slightly deformed knee, and a multitude of scars going up and down his torso.

Backstory:    "Who's-" Where the only words the guard could choke out as the sixteen year old shoved a knife into his Adam's apple, twisting it left and right as he leaves a hole the size of a fist almost into the man's throat. The sounds of more footsteps, running, were thunderous, obviously a squad. Adam knew he had no time, so he sprinted, sprinted away from what he used to call home, leaving Canada behind, crossing the border to America. At this age, he was a hunter, killing for supplies and weapons. Deceit his only, and most useful tool, besides his KA-BAR of course. One of his most remarkable nights as a hunter, he had seen a group of Fireflies walking along a road he was sleeping near, he grabbed his knife, a wicked grin spreading his face as he sprinted after them, his footsteps muffled by the deerskin he attached to them. As he neared, he spotted a straggler from the group, carrying a AAC Honey badger. Adam's breath caught as he saw the gun, he reared the knife back, and without time to react, the man turned around, focusing the gun on Adam's head, letting out in his southern accent "Oi, boy! What tha' hell you think yer' doin'?!". Adam was petrified, he dropped the knife and placed his hands behind his head, dropping onto his knees "N-Nothing, s-sir...". The man replied with a more friendly sense this time: "Well, good! Now, we's headin' over towards Colorada' wanna join?" Adam nodded, picked up his knife and put it in the sheathe on his forearm, and slowly strode with the group. He learned over time that the Southern man's name was Grinch. He adored Grinch like a father figure, he taught him to shoot, fight, and all together survive.  
           After a few months, the two became best friends, which is extremely rare in Adam's case, growing up completely alone, his mother dead, father missing. He grew a respect for Grinch, and soon after they reached Colorado, helped him in just about everything he needed. Well, about two months into Colorado, and hell broke loose. Long story short, Grinch and Adam got fooled, Grinch taking one through the shoulder, Adam through his as well. The two were pronounced dead, though shortly after everyone left, the dead was risen. They attended each others wounds and got back to a shelter, as to where they took refuge. Adam, being the only one with enough lead out of him to walk, was soon walking around, with the help of his beloved friend Lewis, of course. The two soon stumbled about to a abandoned helicopter, with no fuel, and two rounds through the infected pilot's chest, who wouldn't stop struggling with the seat belt. Adam soon brought Grinch, and they put the pilot down, fixing the helicopter quickly. They left the following week for Oregon. Right before they got there for the leaving day, there were two Special Forces agents. Being dressed themselves, they fooled them for a while, Grinch killing one, and Adam the other. Soon boarding the helicopter to freedom. Adam had brought his closet friends. Jack, Lisibeth, and Lila. Grinch piloting the Black Hawk, and Adam doing 'civil control' in the back. As they reached the extraction point, Adam knew he made the right choice. He woke everyone, and set towards their camp. Giving each a bed, and some food. The helicopter it's self having MREs, and several gallons of water helped a bit. Though he settled down in this part of Oregon, he feels it will be a remake of Colorado. He prays everyday he is wrong... Honestly, as he says: "Only God knows what will happen to us, we just have to trust in him..."

Semi-Important notes:

Journal Entrys:  *The journal is tattered, blood splatters all over it, and a bullet hole through the corner. Blood covering it*

Spoiler:

Lewis Will still always be better.... #LewisSwag

Oh? Adam is sexier.

Long live the Thi-wait wrong thread

Wait...WHAT?!!?

Redback is ready for some ultrasexyfuntime. Prepare yourself.

Ooo, sounds kinky.

Sounds ultra-kinky.

2 kinky 4 u

Nothing is to kinky for me! Now, if you excuse me, I have some people to kill.... *Walks off*

D: I wanna come. =c

*Drags Hipster with him* Let us go conquer worlds.

Worlds? More than one? FUCK YEAH.

Ahh, yes, my friend. We conquer everything. From the sun, to hell. We own it all.

Oh, and props to Wacky for making Adam's F2000! Thanks, brother!

Moneymachine22 wrote:Oh, and props to Wacky for making Adam's F2000! Thanks, brother!

No prob brah!

Adams page has 400 views....Adam Im gon have to ban you for H4X0R1NGZ
=3

Some nice memories. : ^)

Respond faggot.