AHHH~ My Spitter OC. Second one...yes, he is black. IT WAS NEEDED. Fook, I love spitter goo, it's so cool.
Age: 33 MOFO
Height: .......like, probably around 6"
Weight: ............HE DOES NOT WEIGHT VERY MUCH. HE is very light, look at him >:w skinny as HELL.
Infected Type: SPITTER
Sexuality: STRAIGHT. GOT DAMNET. And he is PROUD.
Personality: Orlando is kind of quiet, and doesn't like to make much of a ruckus- UNLESS, of course, there is a serious issue to be dealt with, LIKE A BANK BEING ROBBED, or a shoot-out going on. Then he takes care of MOTHA FUCKIN' BEESWAX. Though, he likes to just chillax, and walk down the streets, observing anything he can see. He's kind of peaceful, but sometimes, being from HAITI, he can be a little awkward with all the Americans and such, not completely understanding their slang terms and such. He doesn't like to swear, and though what seems like it, he is not shy at all. He'll shake anyone's hand, though if it comes to....well, a sexual situation, he can be very tense and awkward, it's just the way he is, don't ask xD
Home Town: Capital of Haiti; Port-au-Prince
Background Story: Orlando was a poor boy, not to be stereo typical with the Haiti country, but really. He was. (AHEM) Not far in his life, him and his brother Peabo had to go live with their Grandma. She was strict, but also had a delivering sense of humor, which saved them in a lot of situations during their boyish childhood. Aside from the home life, what Orlando became most infatuated with, most intrigued with, was school. He started going at the age of 9, and it was like his drug, he became addicted. HE LOVED SCHOOL. He would take everything he learned in said place, and kept it in his mind for as long as he could.
Year after year, it soon came the time where Gramma was passing along. Orlando did love his grandma, but he knew it was for the better. With that, their grandma gave Orlando and his brother all the money from the family that she could, and had the two to go to America; where they could continue on with their lives, without the devastation of their home country. In America, Orlando got himself some temporary jobs, and continued on with his passion for school. He worked all through college, and became what he thought was perfect. A police officer.
He knew the world needed to be a peaceful place, and the best part of it all, he gets to be with his brother, who'd been there with him most of his life.
ALTHOUGH, not much longer after he finished college, an infection SWEPT over the place like a plague, and soon enough, Orlando (with a weak immune system and a thin body) was a spitter. He had no idea what the hell the green liquid was that continued to spew out of his mouth, but he learned quickly that it was acidic. When he was trying to talk to one of his fellow colligues, (who happened to be a survivor), he spat the goo accidentally all over him, and he had to watch as the man burned and his skin melted. He is a little sensitive about the goo, but he doesn't bother to wipe it off because he knows it will just come back. He eventually got used to it though, seeing as how there were other like him, and many others who were also infected. So he took his work to Apocalypse City, where everyone, or, mostly everyone, is just like himself.
OCCUPATION: PROBLEM, OFFICER? *