Username: [Ravenclaw]

Character Name: Lawrence Maloy

Age: 36

Appearance:


Larry is 5'11, has blue eyes and is blond but balding. Before the outbreak he was about seventy-five pounds overweight, now, two years after trying to stay on the move without the aid of a vehicle, he's dropped some of that. He's more portly than fat, but he's still pretty slow and awkward.

Clothing: He's had to modify what was left of his uniform. He upgraded his work shoes to a pair of work boots and his slacks to some multi-pocketed cargo pants. He still wears his light blue uniform shirt, but it's been splattered with so much blood that it's hard to tell what color it used to be. Over that he wears a khaki fishing vest with multiple pockets. All of which are stuffed to the gills like the pockets on his pants.

Personality: Larry was always a little overzealous about his occupation. It's made him a bit pompous over the years, as if he thinks he's more important than he really is, but that's just a front. He's probably the most cowardly person in existence.

Preferred Weapon: Smith & Wesson 357 revolver

History: Larry grew up a washout in just about everything he did. He was a horrible little league player, an even worse boyscout and washed out of the air force before his third week of boot camp. Though if anyone asks, he'll never admit any of it. He tried becoming a police officer, but after taking the test four times, he finally gave up. Instead he embarked on the only gainful employment he could find. Mall security. For twelve years he walked the endless halls of the Carbondale University Square Mall. It seemed to be the only thing he was really good at and he was pretty good at spotting a shop lifter. Not only that, but he could drink on the job without getting caught.

When the outbreak happened he and the two other guys on the night shift were closing up after the Target truck finished unloading. Attracted by the noise were what he thought were three drugged out vagrants. He sent Jeff and Doug to deal with them when suddenly the three individuals attacked. Larry, being the coward he's always been, closed the gate and left his three coworkers to be savagely eaten alive by what he now understands were zombies.

He quickly proclaimed himself lord and master over the mall and refused to let any of the remaining employees leave. Even to the point of securing them at gun point after the first few days. His lordship lasted only two weeks before the revolt occurred. The remaining employees attacked, knocked Larry unconscious and when he woke again he was laying in the cab of a truck in the parking lot. They hadn't completely left him out there to die though. He found himself with a backpack of supplies, a base ball bat and keys to the truck they'd left him in. Since then he's been wandering aimlessly across Illinois, at first choosing to travel to Chicago, but after getting his directions crossed near St. Louis, nearly being eaten alive in Bellevill and the truck breaking down, he's been walking. Slowly shedding pounds as he scavenges local stores and pawn shops for things he might find useful. Thankfully he's managed to find a few weapons but he's still a sucker for junk food.

Other: Larry is an alcoholic and a rather bad one at that. Or a good one, depending on your point of view. Whenever he finds a shop or store to raid, he always looks for his favorite, Canadian Club whiskey.