Appearance: Shoulder-length black hair; dark blue eyes; one scar slanting diagonally across his left eye (from his very last fight) and one stretching all the way down his right arm and up as far as his right cheek, having obtained it after surviving a lightning strike; almost always has bandages wrapped around his hands to protect them should he have to fight hand-to-hand. Although it's something people would try to hide, Isaac always wears sleeveless or short-sleeved shirts, making the scar on his right arm visible to all, although he doesn't show it to prove how tough he could be. It was more of a reminder to himself, so he wouldn't go back to his old ways.
Name: Alexander Williams
Nickname, if any: N/A
Size: 5'10" 120 lbs.
Personality: Alex tends to be quiet and distant. He'd rather be by himself than with a group, unless it's necessary. If he's in a group, he'd do anything to protect it, even if it involves hurting another person.
Background: Growing up, Alexander was a trouble-maker: constantly harassing his teachers, picking fights, and the like (although, he never drank, did drugs, or smoked; he had a thing about that). The reason he always acted up was because of a childish jealousy he had toward his older brother. In Alex's eyes, everything his brother did was right while he made all of the mistakes. The fact that his mom died giving birth to him didn't help matters, either.
Once, when he was 19, he got into a fight with a man significantly more skilled than he was and practically got beaten into the ground. As he looked up into the sky, fighting to stay conscious, the man bent over into his field of vision, his nose within an inch of Alex's. As he looked into the man's eyes, he didn't see any anger or disgust. Instead, he saw pity. After a few seconds, the man said, "You can fight all you want, but remember what I just showed you: there will always be someone better and they may not be as merciful as I am." With that, the man stood up and left, leaving Alex on his back, staring up at the sky as he finally lost consciousness.
About a week later, he went back to where he fought the man, which was an empty lot on the very edge of the city limits. Feeling something hit his shoulder, he looked up and saw the dark clouds, heralding a storm. As he started trudging back home on the edge of the road, the downpour intensified, lightning flickering in the sky. Suddenly, he felt all the hairs on his body lift. A split second later, the world disappeared as a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and landed right on him. As he lay there, oblivious to the frantic passersby and the wailing sirens, he had an epiphany. He hasn't shared it with anyone, not even after the outbreak, but somehow, it led him to change his ways. After he recovered, he went into the police academy, thinking that it may be time to help others.
Strengths: Due to his time spent in the academy, he's had practice with firearms and is relatively skilled with pistols and long arms, such as shotguns
Weaknesses: Due to getting hit by lightning a few years ago, he sometimes succumbs to debilitating pain in his right arm, making him vulnerable.
Likes: Protecting others
Dislikes: Those who hurt others for no reason; zombies (of course)
Where you wish the RP to take place: I'm good with wherever
((Just let me know if I need to add anything))