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BASICS

NAME Clarence O'Connor, Jr.

ALIAS Mud

AGE & DOB 52 / May 6

PRONOUNS he/him

COMMUNITY Container Fort

OCCUPATION Kennel Master
Dog Trainer
Deadhunter

HOMETOWN Crescent City, CA

CONNECTIONS VINCE FERRO ol' pal, sold his ass out

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APPEARANCE

HAIR brown EYES blue HEIGHT 5'8"

Mud looks like the guy you don't want to sit by on the bus: greasy and grimy, roughly shaven, reeking of stale cigarette smoke, with half a rusty handcuff stuck on his right wrist. His clothes are a hodgepodge of styles based on what he could find in whatever house he was looting, his tattoos are messy and amateurish, his hair hasn't seen a brush since before Things Happened, and he's always visibly armed. But he's also never without at least one (usually more) of his dogs. Which is nice.

TRAITS & SKILLS

LEFT 4 DEAD People keep leaving me to die and I just keep on coming the fuck back.

[ + ] stubborn survivor [ + ] unafraid of pain [ + ] numb to the idea of death [ – ] physically weakened [ – ] short-sighted, here for a good time not a long time [ – ] NAFOD [ – ] disloyal [ – ] doesn't inspire much loyalty either

DOG DAD These pups are more family than I ever fuckin' had before.

[ + ] heart of gold unlocked [ + ] built-in security team [ + ] something constructive to focus on [ + ] protective (of dogs) [ – ] misanthropic, better with dogs than humans [ – ] dog family takes priority [ – ] mental wellbeing completely dependent on theirs

JUST A PIECE OF SHIT Got too much of my dad in me.

[ + ] used to working through a hangover [ + ] lowered expectations for others [ – ] heavy drinker [ – ] heavy smoker [ – ] prone to depression [ – ] nihilistic [ – ] unreliable [ – ] self-hating

DEADHUNTER I know what I'm good for. It ain't a whole hell of a lot, but I know.

[ + ] scrappy [ + ] life-long gun user [ + ] always ready to go [ – ] fights dirty [ – ] violence is always an option [ – ] just. an asshole.

LONE WOLF I take orders from just one person: me.

[ + ] expert loophole finder [ + ] self-reliant [ – ] ACAB includes the buddy system [ – ] distrustful, paranoid [ – ] not a team player

HISTORY

FAMILY Dad died in prison years ago. The rest... how the hell should he know?

cw: some gross disease details (black fever), general character-level cw for alcohol abuse ➔ Fuck his childhood.

➔ We start in 2012. Not quite at the end of the world, but it’s just around the corner. Mud O’Connor lies on a dirty motel bed, dying from the Black Fever, while his partner robs him blind. He’s weak, sweating and swearing, blood oozing down his face from his eyes and nose, with just enough energy to direct his vomit all over the floor before he passes out like a fucking pussy.

➔ Some time later, he wakes up cuffed to a hospital bed. Maybe there’d been just enough energy in that broken old body of his to kick up a fuss at the motel when they tried to drag him out. Or maybe they found those hot guns on him. Whatever. No one’s keeping an eye on him, though – no one except a police dog laying under a hard plastic chair in the corner. Wherever his guard is, it doesn’t seem like Mud is top priority right now. Sounds like the fucking apocalypse out there or something. So he escapes; he breaks his thumb, yanks out the bed rail, and leaves with the dog. Didn’t seem like she wanted to be there any more than him.

➔ Mud and his dog find a small group of survivors – a couple lowlifes and a scumbag scraping together an existence in this fucked up timeline. They hoard booze and cigarettes and fight over how to share their loot. They're surprised by a cluster of zombies while ransacking vacation homes on Lake Sammamish, and one bites Mud. He doesn't say anything, but one of the lowlifes spots the bite a few hours later. They want to shoot him, but the dog won't stand for it. As a compromise, they rob him blind and leave him to die. Huh. He might be the problem there.

➔ He crawls into a bedroom to die. But he's not alone; there's another dog in there, curled up under the bed, and she's just given birth to four puppies. Mud falls asleep on the floor and has anxiety dreams about his corpse reanimating and trying to eat a puppy.

➔ The dogs are fine. And Mud survives. Again and again, he survives: the Fever, the bite, betrayal, hangovers, heartburn, Mud does what he has to do in order to keep breathing, and keep all six of his dogs fed. Sometimes that means shaking down stragglers and desecrating corpses, and sometimes that means he gets sold out and someone blabs his plan to get the better of some Red Talon boys and their toys. But he drags himself out of every situation, and he survives until he finds a fort made of shipping containers to hole up in with his dogs. For now.

MISCELLANEOUS ➔ His dogs are Petra, Coco, and Coco's litter, Bonesy, Jonesy, Yakko and Dot, who are just shy of a year old. Mud calls Petra and Coco the lesbian dog moms.

➔ Happy to loan the pitties out to others for any kind of runs or patrols, but Petra is his shadow and his lieutenant and stays with him.

➔ Yes, he knows you can help him get that cuff off his wrist, but it's part of his look.

➔ "Mud" is a long-time known alias of Clarence O'Connor, Jr. If asked, he'll say it's short for "Piece of Shit" (named after his father).

➔ Blood type A-positive.

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