William Renault; AKA- Will
While he is rather short, the excess weight on him is entirely in muscle. He hardly seems to have a scrap of fat on him, and his musculature is well toned and hardened with strength.
Light grey, almost silver in the right light.
He stopped caring if they reek or not. Well made combat boots, black boot-cut jeans, a plain green tee-shirt, and a grey windbreaker at all times. All of his clothes are well broken in and comfortable, if not the cleanest or whole. The entire right sleeve is gone, leaving his shoulder exposed if he removes the jacket. There's a hole on the upper thigh of his jeans, though it's covered by constantly present, snugly wrapped bandages, and the holster of his pistol. He also retains a shark tooth necklace.
Bow: Wills custom made, 90 pound draw long bow, with black stained limbs and a gold-leaf dragon design etched in, swirling up around the limbs of the bow. It's about five feet in length- short for a longbow- and the limbs are thus thicker to allow for the heavier draw.
Dagger: Another weapon made specially for him, Will's dagger has a foot long blade, and is obviously the work of a master craftsman, beautifully curving to a razor tip, with several cruel looking barbs nearer the hilt. The hilt is black leather, and the blade steel, painted black with a silver flame design running up the spine.
44. Magnum Revolver: Will stole this one off a corpse. He seems to have a knack for finding beautiful craftsmanship, as the revolver is made perfectly, with a bark textured grip, painted like birch bark, and silver plated exterior. Elegant designs are etched into the metal on the chamber.
Arrows: Will has three quivers with him, all of them overstocked with arrows, and a satchel of fletching supplies to make new ones if he ever needs to. He also has, in each quiver, twelve 'special' arrows. He makes these himself, when he can remember how. Explosive and flash arrows, as well as gas and 'screechers'. He only has the materials for flash and explosive, as the other two are far to complex to make in the field.
Bullets: A rather small supply of rounds for his revolver. Only one and a half boxes total. (About 40 rounds.)
Misc: A small bag of odds and ends. A length of rope, a sharpening stone, flashlight, batteries, water bottle, and an assortment of other things like bandages and gauze wrap.
It is entirely unkown how the -hell- the kid got so well armed, especially before the awakening. Most believe he must be some sort of genius, some believe he's simply lucky and has skilled friends. He is of the first opinion, simply because he's capable of repairing and caring for each and every one of his weapons.
Companion- Rain, a large raven, trained by Will. Follows him everywhere. And is of course alive.
Brother- Felix Renault. Alive.
Bio: Will's had a hell of a life, even before The Awakening. His mother was lost in an accident, hit and run driver. This left Wills father depressed, and he resorted to drinking. After that, Will was essentially on his own, as his blithering drunkard of a father couldn't provide support. Will was an average student in school, though that was due more to laziness then lack of brain power, as he is very intelligent. He is very proficient in a style of martial arts called 'Shi-quan-do', which focuses on a targets pressure points and paralyzes them by deadening the link from brain to nerves. The effect is temporary, however. He spent most of his free time with the Boyscouts, learning to track, hunt, and other useful things, like how to use herbs and other natural resources for healing. If he wasn't with them, he was practicing his knife work and archery, both of which he is expert in due to countless days of practice. No formal training in either, however, so his styles are... unique. Come the Awakening, Will's father left. He didn't even bother to tell Will he was leaving him and his brother, he just ran like the cowardly bastard Will now refers to him as. From discovering this to present day, Will has been a few steps ahead of the game. Well armed and well skilled, he has survived the apocalypse so far with no problem. Some month after the awakening, however, he and his brother (Whom he'd been traveling with) got into a spat, and parted ways angrily. He went his own way from there. After taking a hit with a chair by a frightened barkeep in one of the clean towns near the start of it all, however, he suffers from long term memory loss. In other words, he can't remember shit past last month. His skills remain in muscle memory, however.
More recently, after another violent bump to the head, his memories have been slowly returning to him, bit by bit in his dreams and in flashes throughout the day. Jon Erickson, who he has come to look up to as a sort of second-father, gave him a journal to record everything in, just in case.
The sadder side of his story is... well, sad. Even if he isn't even aware of it.
His father, drunkard that he was, was a rather violent drinker. Will's older brother, Felix, protected him from such rages- and the result was Felix being beaten by their father. Often. Will, unaware of this, continued to live in relative peace, if not happiness.
Immunity to Virus:
And you, my undead friend, are one ugly mother fucker.