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Name: Ramen
Contact Info: PLURK @ SOCALRAMEN . AIM @ BUBBLEGUMOFFICER
Other Characters Played: Nobody!
Preferred Apartment: None. Assign me all the places.

Character Name: Shane Walsh. (mostly going by Shane)
Canon: The Walking Dead
Canon Point: Post Season 2 episode "Better Angels" after being murdered by Rick Grimes.
Background/History: Canon Background | Shane Background
Previous Game History: N/A | N/A
Personality:

Shane Walsh is described as a loose canon, as someone reckless and someone who adapts to the brave new world a little too easily. Joss Whedon once said however, that you can never know a man until you see him at his weakest moments. Shane is brought to his knees at least three times during the series and we learn that he is loyal, ready to kill for those who he wants to protect. We learn that he's always had a reckless streak, that when compared to others in his profession perhaps he does it for the wrong reasons. We also learn that he loves deeply and perhaps feels isolated and alone. The biggest thing however is that Shane is a product of his environment and the world he lives in. He is a different man then the one we see vaguely at the beginning of the series, going from a man who is a decent person to a man who is willing to kill his best friend and steal his best friend's wife not out of malice or hating him but because he feels that he can protect them better.

That's the tragedy of the Walking Dead. When civilization is stripped from a human being the question of where will they go and what will they become is paramount on the human mind. Society is a construct and there are some people who are willing to build it and some people who can function just fine without it. Shane is one of those people, someone who is willing to murder to get something that he wants. Had he been allowed to live it's difficult to predict how he might have regressed further, but while Rick's time on the barge would be impressed with the amenities, Shane will initially be disgusted by the barge and feel angry that the people who he wants to care about in his warped sense of mind can't enjoy the same thing that these supposed "criminals" are enjoying. That will be something that gets him through the early months until he acknowledges his own mistakes.

Shane is inherently loyal and a decent human being. In the beginning he cared about his best friend a great deal and he holds him in high esteem. His initial feelings about the man's wife are there, they did and do exchange glances occasionally but when the chips are down Shane wants to get him out of there or at least try to. When he realizes that he can't he assumes the most logical conclusion (that Rick had died). The concept of "assumptions making an ass out of you and me" cannot exist in an apocalyptic wasteland. Shane clearly acted in Rick's best interest knowing that Lori and Carl deserve to live.

The biggest relationship is between Shane and the Grimes family. Shane was a welcome guest in the Grimes home with he and Rick quietly ribbing each other and Shane performing basic tasks around the house. Shane had a close relationship with Carl, Rick's son and had a relationship with Lori as well that was friends bordering on polite interest. When the world ended they came together and Shane, immersed in the destruction realizes that they were important and that he missed out. As he tells Rick, "I thought I was keeping them alive but they were keeping me alive." It's the truth. All of his life he lived with isolation and when he realized what was really important he decided that he'd have the will to fight for it.

The reasons behind his abusive treatment of Lori has to do with his sense of isolation and inability to deal with his own screw ups. His own acknowledgement that - in short his life was wasted. Hence his irrational attachments. (something that even Rick recognizes. "You don't love her, you just think you do.") a good idea would get him to find somebody to care about, but that may not be entirely possible.

Hence his reaction to Rick returning. The two of them swim in the oldest fight known to man - my mate versus yours. Shane is an alpha male, someone who wants to take charge without the civilizing aspect. He's dangerous when things that he wants to take care of are taken away, hence his ultimate reaction and his ultimate downfall.

Abilities/Powers: Shane, due to his training as a police officer is an expert marksman. His weapon of choice is a glock 9mm or a shotgun (depending on the circumstances). He's reasonably good with hand-to-hand combat, however Rick can surpass him in that particular area.

Shane's biggest weakness however is that he has no morality left, his compass completely destroyed by his own actions as well as the world around him. That makes him dangerous, as a man with nothing to lose is a man who will do anything to survive.

Sample Entry:

[There's a man on the video feed with a haggard, almost feral look to him. It's made worse by his shaved head and the way his shirt's hanging open across his chest.]

I want a fucking gun.

I don't care where the fuck I am, I don't care who the fuck is here. If this's heaven? [...no.] ...whereever we are. I wouldn'ta been here if somebody hadn' relieved me of my fuckin' gun. No man'd call any place a haven without leavin' a man a means to defend 'imself.

[He stands and looks angry for a moment.] I've done nothing that deserves a death sentence.

Nothing.

Sample Entry Two:

He'd dated a chick once, a ditzy blonde who was probably dead and shambling out in New York City by now who said Life is a dance. When we die, we step out of the music. She'd been high when she said it and he'd laughed and passed on her fucking joint because he was a decent man, but now he considered the statement. He swung into a routine, into steps he knew and his partners came.

They were four, slowly collecting like a docile pack of wolves. He heard the music, something harsh with a primal beat and he swung into his movements.

The first could have been pretty once. Brown hair and a great set -

The moment his mind went there he filled his head with Lori and slammed her in the face with the butt of his rifle before drawing it back whip quick and shooting her full in the face.

She knocked back into a man with a decaying gut hanging like a deflated balloon around his middle. He stepped back and blew off his jaw, watching him drop like a big angry lump.

The third was wearing scrubs with moth-eaten hands. A discarded name badge proclaimed a rank and serial number but he had never really cared about his partner's names a woman had to earn a place in his memory and in his mind.

That brought Lori to the forefront of his thoughts. He didn't give the doctor a chance to reach for him but his foot went down in intestines and he missed his shot wide blowing off half the doctor's face but leaving him staggering.

"Fuck it." He slammed him with the butt of his rifle, risking getting in close and just dodging the groping hands before he turned to run...

And came face to face with four.

The early weeks of the infection had destroyed his loyalty to his former profession. First responders were the most likely to be infected and any sort of blue line loyalty had gone down in the face of Lori and Carl. Those who he had encountered, Atlanta PD and even a few former deputies. They stuck with two camps. Those who were still clinging to some lost sense of humanity...Or those who had lost their minds.

That was what Rick hadn't understood. Something he'd missed out on. Sleeping beauty didn't grasp at all what it was like to watch something that you had supported, believed in decay. You lost a part of yourself watching society crumble.

The fourth had been law enforcement once, but the days of rain and sleet and elements had corroded her uniform into something dark blue and shapeless with faded patches. At least her gun had been drawn and was missing from it's holster. He blew her head off without thinking, glanced over his shoulder -

Another herd.

Rolling over the woman's corpse he found two clips of nine millimeter ammo and half a can of mace. He discarded that, shoving the body away only to find a rip in the back of her uniform. Curious overcame caution. That was a stab wound.

She'd been stabbed in the back. The herd came closer and the music had been thrown into a new dimension. She was stabbed in the back.

He wanted to feel pity. He wanted to feel something. She was killed. But those weren't the steps. This was a walker and the world stopped moving the day they rose.

He collected his prize and tipped an imaginary hat to the collecting horde, "Time to cut and run folks." He imagined the music ending, ignoring the unseen crescendo, the heartbeat of his very world. Life is a dance? indeed. But when does the music stop playing?

Not something to think about.