Zack Bradley

[.Rissa.]

I wasn't born for diggin deep holes,,
I'm not made for pavin long roads,,
I aint cut out to climb high line poles...

Full Name: Zachary Don Bradley
Nick Names: Zack
Student or Staff: Staff ((Janitor))
Age: 22
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight

But I'm pretty good at drinkin' beer//

Physical Description: Zack isn't skinny or slender. He is simply healthy. He stands at 6'1" and weighs about 185 pounds. His style of dress is very laid back. He wears loose fit Wrangler jeans, t-shirts, and motorcycle boots. He likes a rather scraggly appearence and spikes his hair or leaves it "windblown", which is really just running your hand through it once or twice when you wake up.

Zack has dark brown hair and deep brown/ember eyes. They hold a humorous and mischevious look to them. Zack has fairly white skin, he is no cowboy. He has no freckles either, just a smooth complextion.

I'm not the type to work in a bank,,
I'm no good at slappin on paint,,
Don't have a knack for makin motors crank...

Personalitly: Zack is a very fun guy to be around. He loves to joke and never takes anything seriously. He doesn't set high goals for himself. He is actually a really talented and smart person when he tries. Zack isn't lazy, as he does do his work, he just doesn't believe in motivation. Why do something now, when you could do it in a hour or too? In a lot of ways, he is still like a kid. He likes to play games and spends money as soon as he gets it. He doesn't seem to own a piggy bank.

But I'm pretty good at drinkin' beer//

Background: Zachary Bradley was born to a teeneage mother and a twenty-five year old father. She dropped out of school her junior year when she was 17 finding out she was pregnant. The dad stayed with her, and was a manager working at McDondals. But as the months went on, and Zack came closer to being born, the man had his doubts. The month the baby was due, there was a horrible fight and Jessica drove the car off, not once looking back in the rearview mirror. Blood ran down the side of her eye as the car took her to a hospital. She cried to a nurse, saying she had no where to go, and no way to provide for a baby. The nurse was an older woman, and no kids of her own. She let Jessica stay there, and Zack was born at the hospital on September 2.

The boy went to school in Plato, a small school outside of the big Chicago area. Zack spent his life here until he could drive. He turned 16 and thought he knew everything. He never had anyone like a father to look up to, so that probably influenced his choices. One night, he snuck out with his mother's car and drove four hours to Wisconsin without telling a soul. The next morning, Jessica was notified by state police they found an abonded vehicle on the side of the road. A search was organized in the woods to look for a sixteen year old boy, as it appeared the car ran ot of gas and he left the vehicle.

Days went by, with no sign or word of Zack. Finally, a body was discovered by a creek bank. There were bite and scratch wounds on the boy, and a huge stick lay beside him. A medical flight helicopter rushed him to the hospital. Only assumptions could be made. The boy had been attacked by a cougar, or maybe a wolf or two. He might have fought them off, and fainted. Whatever the case, it was a miracle he was alive. Zack healed up, some scars on his arm, and a huge one running down his leg. To this day, he never talks about what happened. He tells people he can't remember, but is it a lie?

After that, Zack graduated getting a GED not wanting to go back to school when he was 19. He oved to Kentcky when he was 20, and worked as a janitor at a zoo for two years, then got tired of the atmoshpere. Besides, he heard working at BRRA you got free room and board and even meals were provided in the cafeteria. How could anyone pass that deal up?

I aint much for mowin thick grass,,
I'm too slow for workin' too fast,,
I don't do windows so honey don't ask...

Misc.: Zack has a dog, he honestly thinks of the animal as a brother more than anything else. They have a very strong bond.

But I'm pretty good at drinkin' beer//

Face Claim/Playby: Dane Cook

Lyrics: Billy Currington-- Pretty Good At Drinkin' Beer

Name: Derby
Age: 3
Breed: Mutt probably hound/lab mix
Personality: weary of strangers, loves Zack to death
Background: Zack was betting a couple years ago at Kentcky Derby racetrack when he first moved to the state. He saw a mangy mutt running around that was scared of people. People would yell at it or kick it to go away. The man didn't have much money, but he bought some chicken and threw some to the dog. The animal qucikyl scavenged it up and looked for more. It saw some more in Zack's hand, and approached. The dog took the meat and ran a few feet back from him. But, with each piece of food, the dog got closer and closer to Zack, and finally, the man pet him. It was like an instant bond, and the dog followed the man around the rest of the day. Zack took the dog to his rent house, and has had him ever since.