Name: Alex Foster
Nicknames: None
Age: 26
Class: Drifter
Subclass: Close-Quarters Specialist
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Before the Infection:
Alex was born the oldest of three. He grew up in Maine with his parents, his younger brother Ty, who was five years younger than he, and his sister Jenny, three years younger than that. His father flew crop dusters for farmers in the private sector, and his mother stayed home. As a child, he was the constant subject of praise from all of his teachers, and always received top marks in school. Until he reached his teen years. His grades dropped as his responsibilities grew, and he became disorganized, procrastanative, and forgetful. Before long his wit was veiled by ignorance towards whatever was being discussed. School simply didn't concern Alex. His future was set. He was going to fly planes like his father. His social life wasn't of any concern either. He had friends, but they were the disposable type of friends that never saw each other again after graduation. Still, though, his intelligence balanced with his lack of motivation and he skated by with grades that were only slightly below average. As for college, he grabbed a two-year engineering degree and went straight for flight school, not bothering with the four-year. He already had quite a lot of experience flying with his father, but he still needed an official liscence. He was some halfway through the process when the virus hit.
Physical Attributes: Alex is of average height and build, with dark-intermediate skin and curly black hair. His hands are rough and callused from constant work after the outbreak, and his eyes are sunken and shadowed by dark circles from many sleepless nights.
Attire: Usually wears a button-up bomber jacket and cargo pants. Of course, he swaps them out for something cooler in warmer weather. He also has something of an affection for sunglasses- his eyes are quite sensitive to light. Finally, he carries around a leather messenger bag to store tools and food in, as it's easier to get rid of than a backpack if he has to fight any undead.
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 180lbs
Personality: The post-apocalyptic world makes Alex more pessimistic and depressed by the day, as he believes he's fighting without a purpose. Simply fighting for survival doesn't satisfy him, as he knows he's going to die someday anyway- he needs a cause. He wanted to help do his small part to rebuild humanity, but believes that the haven was his only chance to do so, and now that he is a fugitive, that has been taken from him.
Alex is still much like he was before the infection, but having to fight to survive has forced him to become more responsible somewhat, though he still lacks motivation. He's not all bad though. Most of his attitude that isn't put on is simply the result of circumstances.
History: Alex was 21 when the infection first surfaced. He was brought to the haven in Augusta along with his parents and sister when the plague reached Maine, but his brother was upstate with friends at the time and didn't make it in. They hadn't heard from him. Alex was the only member of his family who was physically able to leave the haven to go and look for Ty. Unfortunately the place was quarantined, and nobody could enter or leave for quite a while. Alex attempted to sneak out anyway, and when a guard spotted him and drew on him in an attempt to stop him, Alex panicked and killed him. A security camera saw everything, and Alex could never return to the relative safety of the haven. What's worse, it all turned out to be in vain. Alex found his brother's car in a ditch a few miles up the highway, surrounded by zombies gnawing on bloodied bones. He wanted to stop and take revenge on them, but was afraid one of them could be Ty. From there he decided there was nothing left to do but travel north and survive on his own in the woods near his home town.
Arsenal: Usually uses his hatchet, but can wield a wide range of melee weapons, preferring the heavier, harder-hitting ones like baseball bats and axes. He also carries around a
revolver, but tends to avoid guns that can't be used in close range (can use shotguns, pistols, and the like) as he's not a very good shot.
Strengths/Skills: Alex is good at keeping a cool head in dire situations. Adept at making good decisions on the fly, he demonstrates a strategist's mind both in combat, and when managing resources. He's also accustomed to wilderness environments from countless camping trips in the Maine woods as a child. This allows him to stay in the forest for long periods of time, keep his distance from populated areas and isolating himself from the virus. He only goes back in to forage from time to time.
Weaknesses: As previously mentioned, he was never a very good shot to begin with. He's also quite near-sighted, and corrective lenses are near-impossible to find in the post-apocaplyptic wasteland.
Vehicles: None
Home Base: None
Extras-
Theme Song: Running Blind by Godsmack
Additional Information: None
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Originally Posted by Drake24
Still finishing my post, but I made these graphics real quick for fun. I'll probably make more later sometime. I feel like graphics add some fun to the Role Play world.
But before you say too many nice things about the parchment itself, I got a picture for that off Google and just added the blood and the map lol. But I'm glad you guys like them.
