Aberrant: Dead Rising - Bond

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Real Name: James Bond

Nicknames: Jim

Occupations: Mercenary, trader, gambler, scoundrel and rogue.

Legal Status: Wanted in three enclaves for a variety of offences.

Identity: James Bond

Aliases: Jim, Lucky Jim, "You asshole limey bastard!", "Get him!", "Oh, James!"

Place of birth: Oxford, England

Apparent Age: mid-to-late 20's

Marital Status: In a relationship.

Known Relatives: None.

Group Affiliation: Jasmine.

Eruption: Natural mutation as a result of exposure to the virus.

Height: 6 feet 1 inches

Weight: 175 lbs.

Eyes: Pale china-blue

Hair: Dirty blonde

Distinguishing Marks: None.

Strength Level: Strong and powerful, but within human limits

Known Powers/Abilities: Exceptional physical coordination. He is a dead shot with most firearms and perfectly capable of disabling a normal man in hand-to-hand in a matter of seconds. Very much a jack of all trades, there's little he can't turn his hands to. Bond also has good people skills, the legacy of years working in resturants and bars, and is a sharp trader/negotiator.

Most Notable Power/Special Ability: A smooth British accent and dangerous charm

Important Note: Yes, Bond really does look like Daniel Craig as Bond, as played in Casino Royale. Ain't eruption grand?

Weapons Used: Guns, fists, knees, elbows, and whatever else is to hand. Despite the cool elan he evidences, when the chips are down Bond is coldly vicious in a fight.

Personality: Smooth, sophisticated, witty, good-humored and as deadly as a scalpel, he also possesses a wild streak a mile wide when there's something dangerous at hand. Whether working or playing, he makes quips, coolly assesses those around him, and leaves others astounded at how easy he makes tricky situations look.

Others, on the other hand, are frankly astounded that this outwardly calm, secretly lunatic man has made it this far.

Personal Interests: Travelling, meeting new people, having new experiences and becoming very, very wealthy. He has dim aspirations of running his own merc company. Oh, and yes - Bond IS a teensy bit of a ladies man.

Background:

No, really. Bond. Yes, James Bond. *waits for the laughter to fade*

Now that's over with...

James (Jim) Bond grew up in Oxford, England. An indifferent student at school, he was waiting tables and tending bar by the time he was 21. Good looks (not the same as he looks now), easy charm and that name made him quite a ladies man, and impressive coordination made him a very sought-after commodity on the cocktail bar circuit. In his spare time, he took elocution lessons to smooth out his accent and spent time rock-climbing, free-running, practising ju-jitsu, and range shooting at the local gun club. If his parents had seen fit to call him 'James Bond', then damned if he wasn't going to at least have some of the danger to go with it.

He was invited to work in New York by a club owner who was tickled at the idea of having a tall handsome Brit called Bond working behind his bar. Then the plague hit. Jim got sick, but didn't die and rise as a zombie. His fever dreams shaped his changes and, when he got out of bed three days later, a different face greeted him in the mirror. Taking time to scrounge supplies and acquire a vehicle, he got the hell out of New York and headed west, looking no further than his continued survival.

A few months on and James had a partner: Primal, seven feet of enhanced hunting/killing machine whose fearsome visage helps give unreasonable people a reason to think twice before trying to cheat, rob or enslave the duo. The pair are acquiring a small rep as trader/mercenary/scavenger types, doing small jobs as caravan guards and messengers in exchange for tradeable goods.

Since parting ways amicably with Primal and coming to the Refuge, Bond has become a semi-permanent fixture in the manner of Priest, the other 'resident' trader.

Solo/Group Fictions Completed:

Die Another Day (Solo)