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[b]Daniel “Longshot” Webster[/b]

Weapon: Bow and arrow, hand to hand combat.

early to Mid 40s

Category 2A

Daniel has a warm personality, but rarely shows it. Preferring to avoid getting too close to anyone, he pointedly ignores most people he comes across unless his needs require the interaction. His first reaction is always towards settling a conflict without injury or death, but once something starts, he is not averse to using extreme violence. He carries a strip of cloth about 18 inches long and 2 inches wide wrapped around his left arm and is extremely protective of it, going so far as to beat a man nearly to death who tried to take it from him.

[b]Background[/b] 

For the first few years of his life, Daniel Webster lived in a small community called Woodhaven which was based around a well hidden bunker in the mountains. This small community was comprised of three families; the Sherman’s, the Cypher’s, and the Webster’s. The three families made an efficient group, the oldest staying near the base and improving where they could and the youngest being taught how to survive in the barren husk of Earth. The rest did what they could to provide food and find ways to make their lives sustainable. Everyone taught what he or she knew, especially how to fight whether it be with a weapon or with nothing but your hands. His earliest memories were of hiding at a moment’s notice, always silently. There was no horn or signal of when to hide, because that would give them away. It began getting better after a few years. There were less of those alien things flying by and bit by bit they were able to do more in the daytime, starting their life anew.

Two of the men figured out how to make crude weapons and simple machines from their limited resources, at times stripping the ruins of houses for usable lumber or other materials. These contraptions and inventions included bows and arrows, stone axes, weighted maces, crude but effective flails, manual generators and pumps, and other makeshift constructs that allowed for more convenience. At one point they even got a gas powered engine from a car running, but that made too much noise so it was for emergency use only. The community slowly became more and more livable, though their circumstances never quite reached “comfortable”. 

By the time he was 16 years old, he had been trained in the use of many of these rudimentary weapons, but took to the bow and close up fighting above all else. He went out to shoot almost every day, and consistently came back with an arrow or two split down the middle by the next shot. He spent the rest of his free time tinkering, connecting this tube to this container and figuring out ways to create new machines and contraptions through logic and a rudimentary knowledge of physics. It was around this time he was sent out with a hunting party to bring back anything they could while thinning out the greys in the area. Another new hunter joined them, who stumbled upon three greys. His scream as they tore into him had attracted all the infected in the area.

[i]He should have been back by now. 

Daniel was starting to get worried about his friend, Mark. They had stumbled upon what looked to be an abandoned shed on the edge of the ruined town. It was barely a shed anymore, with only three of its rusted walls left standing and its roof collapsed into it. Scanning the buildings, he saw no sign of movement. Maybe he had gone farther into the town, hoping to find something better than what the shed could offer.

It was supposed to be a quick, simple scouting. It should have taken a few minutes at most, but still, silence was the only thing he heard. It was strange to think that this place was once bustling with activity, with working cars, electricity, and people just walking the streets on their way to wherever their lives dictated they had to be. He briefly imagined how it must have been for the people here when the ET’s started their hostile takeover. He could almost see the chaos as people ran for their lives, cars rocketing down roads and crashing, tires screeching. The scene played out in his mind, overlapping with his sight of the wrecks that dotted the road.

“HELP MEEE!!!”

Mark came rushing from the road, arms flailing almost cartoon like. Sighing with relief, he almost called out, thinking he was playing another of his jokes. The smile died on his face when he saw three greys in close pursuit, with movement beginning to show in various other buildings near him. His eyes widened as he readied his bow. He took one through the right eye and in the process the now lifeless corpse fell in the path of one of the others, making it trip. He nocked the next arrow, pulling it back, but it was too late. The last Grey managed to grab his ankle and they both fell to the ground. After a struggle, Mark gained the other hand, but the other grey had already caught up. As Mark stabbed the one on the ground through its throat, severing its spine, the last had grabbed him and sank its teeth into his shoulder.

Mark’s eyes rolled to the back of his head from the pain and began convulsing, letting out a chilling scream. Daniel froze from fear and watched it all unfold. Mark was thrashing on the ground now, twisting this way and that, flailing his limbs everywhere at unnatural angles. All at once he became still. The newly turned grey snapped into a 
sitting position, its eyes locked on Daniel’s location. He stood up and began walking towards Daniel, then breaking into a dead run down the road.[/i]

From there, the Grey Mark chased him all the way to the small community in the mountains. He told them what happened. They all knew they still had very little food and water, so they decided they would make a last stand, and if too many of them fell they would beat a retreat to the bunker. He and one other teenage girl were the only survivors. They locked themselves in the bunker again, impenetrable by the Greys. 

Later on, they fell in love. Almost a decade later they had moved, had a son, and started another small community. They were attacked by Looters and his wife was raped, tortured, mutilated, and finally left to bleed to death slowly, all while he and his son watched. Their son, Jacob was “conscripted” by the looters, as they called it, and he was left tied to the chair to starve. With her dying breaths, she untied a small piece of cloth from her arm and kept it in her palm. After a few hours he was finally able to free himself and took that piece of cloth to remember her by.

After months of living on his own, hunting and gathering for food, he found a larger community called barrowside and took up work designing things to improve people's homes or increase the efficacy of production of goods.

Misc: Daniel has a knack for figuring out how things work and even reverse engineered a gasoline powered engine with nothing but trial and error.[/center]

Let me know if anything needs to be changed.