CIV: Lincoln

Oops. Another club. I regret nothing, just skim over his history or better yet, just... pretend it's not there...



<sup>Name: Lincoln
Nickname: Lin, Linc
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Height: 5'10"
Location: Wanderer
Team: Robert & Adame

Weapon 1: Pipe bombs
Weapon 2: Axe (This, but bigger)

Supplies:
personal item- mothers wedding and engagement ring on a necklace, kept tucked under his shirt
medical item- bandages

Job: Attack/guard dog

Personality:
Quiet and stand-offish at first, he can usually pick up on a person's personality pretty quickly, which comes in handy when making decisions on whether he can trust someone or not.

He suffers no fools; if you're being a dick, he'll call you out on it. If he notices something is wrong, he will persistantly ask what's wrong. If you're flirting, he'll turn on the charm. If you're looking to insult or pick a fight, he'll hold his own and dish it back. Because of this he can be pretty protective of those he holds close and is quick to defend.

In a fight, he's fearless and goes in head strong.

While all these strong traits can come in handy for a post-apocalyptic world, when it comes to feats of cunning or stealth, like dealing with other humans who could be none too friendly or getting around a group of flesh eaters without incident, Lincoln's not your guy. His hot-headedness makes it easy for one to work him up to a state where he could make a rash decision. Lin also has a large weak spot: Robert. Accidentally wrapped around Robert's finger, if the boy asked him to jump, Lin would ask how high. He's become attached to him, wanting to protect him, and would literally do anything to make sure he's safe.

Likes: Robert, flirting, being ridiculous, smoking.
Dislikes: Adame.

Pre-Apocalyptic History:
Growing up, Lincoln was the youngest of a litter of 5 boys. His parents were hardworking, middle class individuals, with his dad owning his own car garage. Dad tended to be a badass, take no shit kind of guy, but loved his boys to death, and was supportive of whatever they did -- provided it wasn't something harmful or destructive, of course. Mom doted on her kids and was always cooking or playing with them, especially her little Lincoln, who grew to have a silly sense of humor because of her. He and his brothers roughhoused like crazy, pulling pranks and wrestling, beating each other up when one got mad at the other, but always sticking together and protecting the others

When high school hit, he had known for a while he was gay. He had always found the same sex more appealing, and his parents we're supportive when he came out to them, mostly because they had always known. Lincoln kept his sexuality quiet at school, however, sticking to his studying and being able to excuse himself from dates rather easily. Not that anyone would have bothered him about liking guys anyway; his brothers were well liked and had been in about every sport and club the school had, his dad's shop had good prices and A+ service, and Lin had taken to his dad's greaser sense of style that kept most from bothering him.

His first year was barely done when his mom died. Car accident. She had been crossing the street, the guy driving wasn't paying attention, on his phone or reaching back to grab something... Lin didn't know. It hit the family hard, and was a sore wound for most of his high school career, but he kept up because he knew that's what his mom would have wanted. Three years later, graduation came around and he was unsurprisingly in the top of his class. That summer he celebrated and indulged himself, he met a few guys, went to a few parties, worked at his dad's shop to earn some spare cash... Then suddenly it was over, time for college. He had no idea what he wanted to do, but figured his love of math and building/fixing things fit well with engineering.

College lasted two years before he dropped out. It just wasn't what he wanted. Lin was 21 and he moved back in with his aging dad, who lived alone now that all his sons had places of their own, working on their own little families and successful jobs. Lincoln worked full time at the shop for 3 years, very successful and ready to take over for his dad whenever he wanted to retire, when the outbreak started.


Post-Apocalyptic History:
Some stuff happened, dad was infected, couldn't get in touch with his brothers and doesn't know if they're alive or not. Traveled a while on foot, alone, trying to find them. Each home he visited was deserted. Ran into a group of wanderers somewhere along looking for his second brothers house. They weren't the nice sort of people. They ruffed him up, used him, and when he fought back they cut off a finger. After a few days, he managed to escape his bonds while the group slept, and promptly slit all their throats.

Was leaving his third brother's empty house when he met up with Robert and Adame, cornered by flesh eaters. He surprised the dead and kicked ass, which helped Robert and Adame fight back. They survived, but Adame and Lin were left wounded. When Lincoln woke up, Robert, having medical knowledge, had cleaned up their wounds and healed them up best he could. Lin took a liking to the boy and decided to travel with the duo to the next town... and the next... and the next. He has yet to leave.

Additional Information:
Missing his left pointer finger from knuckle up.
Thickass eyebrows. <3
Likes dudes.
Keeps all supplies and what not in backpack, obviously.
In-browser spotify playlist based on him/his teammates/zombies/music to kill to/ETC
Ref for his hair</sup>