Wayne Michael Trust, jr.

Nickname(s):
Shady Wayne
Weapons:
Combat Knife, 9mm, Bow and a quiver of Arrows
Canon/Original:
Original
Relationship Status:
Single
Family:
His father, Wayne Michael Trust, Sr.[Deceased], his mother, Elizabeth Jules Crafton-Trust[Deceased], his older sister Maria Elizabeth Trust[Missing], his older brother George Michael Trust[Presumed Dead], his baby sister Jenna Louise Trust[Undetermined], his girlfriend (pre-apocalypse) Janet Taylor[Deceased], and his Fiancé (post-apocalypse) Isabella[Presumed Dead]
Place of Birth:
Fort Benning, GA.
Current Location:
Missouri




Height:
6'2
Body Type:
Athletic
Eye Color:
Brown
Hair Color:
Black
Special Markings: a curved scar on his left shoulder, a scar on his left nipple from an accident at a very young age, a tattoo of the names of his family inside a "family" tree on his right shoulder stretching down to his elbow, a lip piercing, a couple eyebrow piercings' on his left eyebrow.
Played By:
Lenny Kravitz




Likes: Music, Fantasy Literature, the color Green, Cooking, Making New Friends, Cleaning Animals for food

Dislikes: Surprises, Karaoke, Fishing (more specifically the waiting time), Bandits, Opiniated People

Strengths: Wayne has a natural gift for free-styling and used that gift to write lyrics for some of the top musical artists in the country. He has good hunting skills that he learned from his father at a young age. He knows a good deal of fighting techniques he learned on the streets of his neighborhood. Wayne's a good cook when it comes to his catch, venison and fish are his favorites.

Habits:  Wayne frequently freestyles a rap or a recites a memorized poem to a different cadence when alone or stressed. After being alone for so long, he's also come to talking to himself without realizing for the most part.

Flaws: Hallucinations, Mental sustainability, Visual Impairment

Dreams/goals: To become the greatest musician and entertainer the world has ever known.

Fears: His own nightmares have manifested themselves as reality threatening hallucinations. He has begun to hear voices in his head who represent his past and present self as well as his defense mechanism.

Overall Personality: Wayne, for the most part, is real relaxed and easy-going. When he's not escaping walkers, he's raiding houses, not just for food, but for a working pen or a pencil. Wayne always has a song in his head that he has to write down, you can generally find him under a tree or somewhere solitary with his pen and paper. He doesn't get angry as easily as others, that's not to say he doesn't get angry. Wayne has killed dozens of walkers, not for safety, but because he messed up or forgot a line for one of his songs. He tends to sing or rap under his breath, or out loud, when he's bored, excited, sad, or even when he's taking care of business. He can be quick on the trigger, which has landed him in some tight predicaments,  but he has come up with plans quickly to get himself out of those predicaments. He's smart enough to know what not to do in dangerous circumstances, but he tends to overthink things too much. That has gotten him alive and alone in this world. He is a friendly person, not overly friendly, just enough to bring people in. He tends to go overboard on his humor, not really knowing when enough is enough. He thinks he's funny, regardless of everyone else.





History: Wayne was alone in his house when this all started. He was working on another song for a major record label. He had turned off his T.V. and radio for peace and quiet. He was well distracted and didn't pay attention to his neighbors screams outside. There was a bang at the door, he shouted at whoever it was to go away but they kept banging. After a few minutes of this, he finally got up to answer it. As he was opening the door he explained why he couldn't have any distractions, but he never got to finish his sentence. He turned and jumped back out of fear, for standing before him stood, not a man, but some diseased-ridden body with one arm on and drooling on its chin tilted to the side. Wayne shut the door immediately, luckily he had a screen door to block it, and ran to the T.V. to see what was going on. After watching the news for a few seconds, he tried to call Janet, he only got her voice mail. He called his parents, and his siblings, his friends and neighbors, all nothing. He was packing his things, all that was important and necessary to him, except for clothes, as he was calling everyone. As he grabbed his pistols, loaded and cocked it, he heard the door breakdown. He ran to the stairwell and saw a couple of those things enter his house. He shot both straight in the head, like his older brother had taught him to do, and ran out of the door. He ran to Janet's place, keeping out of sight so none of those walkers would see him. He searched her whole house only to find it empty and she still wasn't answering her phone. He had to get out quickly, he grabbed some food from the kitchen and headed out of the city. He is still, without any luck, in search of his family but has yet to come close.
Month's later, Wayne has seen his share of disaster. From saving a couple from bandit's to witnessing the murder of his beloved fiancé, all of these events have formed him into the dark, childish young man he has come to be as the days continued to wane upon his mind. Wayne had been traveling up and down the Midwest for months, still in search for his family. He 's learned new tricks for dealing with the walkers. He never stays in one place for too long, never to linger long enough to establish any meaningful connection. Hope has been lost on him nay for a tiny strand that stays on his heart. No inspiration has come to him since this all started. He hasn't written a new song in nearly two years, still, every night, he takes his pen and pad out and stares at it, blankly. He is startled awake when he hears the ruffling of a near by bush. Putting his notebook down, quietly, he slowly turns toward the noise. His right hand on his gun, he waits for whatever it is to appear out of the bush. What if it's his brother? Or sisters'? Perhaps
Isabella escaped her captors, maybe she's been looking for him too? Although she's probably forgotten about him, found someone else and made a new family; his mind begins to wander with anxiety and depression, What if they've been turned, could he really shoot someone he loved? He steadied his gun on the bush as these thoughts and images raced through his mind. He cocked his gun as a small figure came out of the bush. It was a little squirrel, to think he was afraid of a squirrel. These were scary times now and you have to watch every shadow. He shot the squirrel and went over to pick it up. "Might as well have dinner," he said with a laugh. His laughter was short served, though, as something else burst through his camp, startling and forcing him to drop the decapitated squirrel.




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Topher J
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