Name: Jack Sullam Age: 34 Gender: Male Ethnicity: Caucasian Description: Jack is a well-built man, standing at 5 foot 11 inches he is not very tall though. His shoulders very broad and his stomach and chest are flat, not toned though. He also has prominent muscles on his arms and legs but not to the point of being incredibly strong. Naturally he is stronger than he is quick and it shows in the way he stands and walks. His skin itself is quite dry and his hands and legs are covered in small scars and calluses. On his head Jack has closely shaved black stubble which he cuts himself with the large clip folder knife he carries on his belt. His beard he has allowed to grow out and falls prominently for a good 4 or 5 inches off of his face, well defined jawline and chin. Again he uses his knife to keep the black facial hair in check as well. His face is also broad, like his shoulders, and holds deeply set green eyes, a slightly large and misshapen nose that holds the scars of a number of breaks. His lips are quite thin and are a light pink. Biography: Jack is actually a Brit born and bred, born in East London he grew up on an estate, having been kicked out of school, and spent his time in small time looting and small time mugging. Before he could be caught for any of his ‘minor offenses’ he was sent to America by his parents, where he then lived with distant relatives. Whilst the family tried to set him straight Jack continued to ditch his school and mess around. When final grades came around Jack was less than surprised that he had not one passing grade. He took up an apprenticeship as a handyman with a friend’s dad. It was a dead end job with a dead end pay. By the time Jack was 25 he had a small apartment, a decent TV and some camping gear. Jack was almost looking for an excuse to break free from his boring hole of a life. He couldn't hold down a relationship and worked for some of the worst families in the Florida area. Eventually slipping into slight alcoholism. The only thing keeping Jack from abandoning his life now was the fun he had camping. He wasn't an outdoors nut but enjoyed the time he spent outdoors, alone and in the calm. After the outbreak Jack found it terrifying and then, oddly, calming. He decided to go camping as his escaping of the hordes and violence. For a time he was happy, but despite his enjoyment of being alone, he started to go a little stir crazy on his own. That was when he made his way to the Refugee camp. Pre-Infection Career: Jack was a handyman, or jack of all trades, and so has a number of maintenance skills. However he is certainly no expert, so don't ask him to perform open heart surgery. Other: Jack wears skinny blue jeans, mustard Timberland boots, a checked cotton shirt and a slightly large leather bomber jacket. He also has a large rucksack full of equipment, such as a Zippo lighter, most of a carton of cigarettes, a full bottle Jack Daniels, a couple of tins of beans, a spare pairs of jeans, a spare shirt and a pair of wellington boots. He also has a canvas tent however he donated that to the camp to help others.

Name: Pavlov Zaberdaiev Andreijzic. Age: 24. Gender: Male. Ethnicity: Caucasian. Description: Pavlov has a stereotypical Russian look to him -- rugged, dirty and manly. He has black hair that, over the time he has spent in this hellhole, has grown a lot and is now tied back with some string into a small ponytail. Several strands of hair escaped this fate and gently hang down next to his ear, accompanying his sideburns. His beard has grown as well, though for safety reasons he keeps it short. Despite the lack of time for leisure he does his best to keep his beard somewhat clean, trimming it every now and then. He has braided several parts of his beard where length allowed it, which isn't very much. He has very defined cheekbones and his cheeks have fallen in due to malnourishment, as was the case with many people. Besides that his face lacks any other kind of distinction that sets him apart from the others in any interesting way. His body is strengthened by the apocalypse, in relativity to his pre-infection shapes. He has more defined muscles on his arm and neck areas, and appears more broad than before. However he in no way attains body-builder esque figures and in all intends and purposes doesn't wish to become like that either. However none of this is noticeable that much, as the clothes he wears are very concealing towards his physique. Biography: Pavlov is a Russian born immigrant who moved to America when he was around the age of 8. His father and mother were lower-middle class citizens who both worked at the same school. His father taught Russian in a International Bussiness oriented course while his mother worked behind the reception desk and filled other bureaucratic roles inside the school. His childhood was moderately average and he lived his life like every child would. During the first and second wave Pavlov had already grown up to become an adult, aged 22 at the start of the apocalypse. His father called him one day, telling him that his mother had gotten ill and he had brought her to the hospital after she told him that her midriff felt like it was on fire. He thought little of it and told him to tell her to get better. Later he learned she had slipped into a coma along with a majority of the people that had this same disease -- a new form of the flu they called it -- but that her situation was relatively stable and that the doctors were doing all they could. But it felt a bit off. What kind of flu causes a coma? The answer came swiftly for him after the first reports of comatose people waking from the dead after dying from their coma. Supposedly Pavlov lost both his father and mother, however he has no real 'proof' of this. For the first few months he was as inexperienced as anyone else and had to make some decisions he wished now he hadn't. After all nobody had experience with this kind of threat.. how could they make the right decisions all the time? He wandered his city, New York, looking for others that knew what was going on. He met street gangs who had now gotten into power through force. He met policemen and National Guards who were still performing their duties, helping people survive but often failing to do this. He met people that had given up on life and shot themselves, hung themselves or jumped from a skyscraper. Once, he even met a man that killed his own brother, then ate him. These experiences enrichened his 'knowledge and experience' with this situation and taught him that humanity was dead. Or rather.. humanity was alive, but civilization was gone. In a bad world like this, doing good things gets you killed. One day he got lucky, though, and someone did something good for him. As he was wandering around the highway, looking through trucks and cars for something edible, he heard the loud thundering of a motorcycle. A man slowly cruised up to him, holding up a sawn off shotgun aiming at Pavlov. He wore a Hells Angels jacket and Pavlov thought he was a dead man. But the man talked to him for a bit and told Pavlov he was heading to Florida because of rumours that there were still good people there. And he asked if Pavlov wanted to go with him. After that, the story grew rather dull, as Pavlov mostly spent his time with this man driving to and fro. When they arrived in Florida they stumbled upon the camp by accident during a scavenging trip to find gasoline for the motorcycle. Well, maybe they didn't find the gasoline, but they found something better. Pre-Infection Career: Spent some time in the military as a Private (age 18 to 22) however he did not see much real combat action, being deployed mainly in security tasks in cities that were not under direct threat. Other: Pavlov wears sturdy leather boots, a torn and repaired-over-a-hundred-times set of cargo pants, a grey shirt with a blue vest over it. Has no real 'gear' as of yet as he mostly spends his time inside the camp helping out where he can and patrolling the fences. However he has made it clear that he'd like to be sent out to scavenge as well as he has grown bored of being inside the camp doing the same stuff everyday.

Changes 27/2/2015: Added a radio to Hisashi's gear. Which soldier won't carry them? Also, I've added some notes on his unit and personality. Name: (Family Name) Ishida (Given Name) Hisashi Age: 45 Gender: Male Ethnicity: Asian, Japanese Description: Hisashi is not a very tall man, standing at the average height of 1.78m. As he had been practising in the traditional arts of Kenjutsu, Iajitsu and various other armed and unarmed sports, he is toned and hardy, though not to the point of excess that could only be gained through bodybuilding. He found solace in such tradition, but regarded them more as art and fitness regime than anything. His eyes are a dark shade of brown that they appear black in less than bright settings, and as such can be hard to read at times. His hair is simply black, as it would be for asians. Being a soldier, and being traditional, he doesn't dye it. However, as he is more civilian in attitude than military, he did not adopt the standard short, spiky hair, but has let it grow a little bit longer right to the edge of military requirement. He thought it would put his patients at ease. As a regular soldier with the JSDF and UN, he is always found in the uniform of his service, in whatever standard required of his operation. As he has been sent into the United States with the 2nd Kyonshikirapeitai Company (In other words, the Zombie-Killer Military Unit), he is equipped like any other in the unit. Over a light kevlar vest, he wears a suit of riot gear custom designed and made for the fight against the infection. In addition to hardplates that could withstand stabs and blunt trauma, whatever openings there are is covered with leather or PVC to reduce the chance of scratches and bites breaking the skin. The suit covers the function of knee and elbow pads, so those aren't included in his kit. Instead of a normal M88 ballistic helmet, the Kyonshikirapeitai helmet, like riot gear, has a clear visor that could be locked in closed position, preventing trauma to the face. This is not perfect however, as the throat is still exposed via a thin slit of opening. As he is part of the UN, his helmet is covered in blue cloth. Beyond that, his gear consists also of some state-of-the-art borderline space age stuff, parts of Japan's own future warrior programme that was rushed into service when the dead began to rise. Only a small percentage of the programme was implemented, namely a forearm mounted PDA, which gives access to GPS, a messaging system, and in Hisashi's case, a doctor's assistant program. It is also connected to a RCF system on his rifle, which enables him to use it to peek around corners without exposing himself. A camera is mounted on his helmet so that soldiers of the same unit could patch into his line of sight. A radio allows quick communication, and is similarly charged. All of this, however, would be useless without power, and power could be gained from tiny solar panels built into the gadgets, as well as a larger one on his backpack. On his uniform and zombie gear would be clearly indicated his national flag, UN affiliation, the red cross, his rank, as well as his prestigious unit badge: Two katana crossed at the bottom of a tori gate with the rising sun in the horizon. As a medical officer, he is also required to carry an extra large military fieldpack filled with not just his personal gear but also medical equipment, supplies and drugs. As a Kyonshikirapeitai, he is required to carry a wealth of weapons with him adapted for combat against zombies, tweaked according to his profession (different kinds of soldiers in the unit carry different assortments of weapons). His primary weapon (though in the Kyonshikirapeitai doctrine, what is the primary weapon is fluid) is the Howa Type 89-F rifle, carbined for extra manueverability when being swarmed or in tight spaces. The folding stock adds to that agility. It has an attached bayonet, which is equally important. Sidearm consists of the Sig Sauer P226. But what truly makes a soldier with the Kyonshikirapeitai is his return to the military roots of Japan: the Samurai. Indoctrinated in the old ways, he is also armed with modern katana made of alloy steel and a wakizashi as backup and contingency for tight corners. He has 2 fragmentary grenades. Biography: Hisashi was born into a traditionalist samurai family, the kind that did not acknowledge the atrocities of World War 2, the kind that spat at the circumstances leading up to the disbandment of the Samurai. As such, he is brought up this way, and has been practicing the traditional arts required of the Samurai ever since he was able to walk and speak. This traditionalist streak changed, however, when the time came for him to make his decision for further studies. In addition to being traditionalist, everything anyone had ever done in the family is done in the name of joining the military and climbing the ranks there, to fight wars, bring honour to family and country. Instead, he had an interest in medicine, through his study of herbs, and through his friends, who were hoping to get into medical school as well. So he joined them, and flew to a neighbouring province to study in a medical school. His family and clan began to suspect his intentions, but thought it fine as medics are soldiers too. In university, Hisashi had made alot of likeminded friends, including foreigners, and it was there that he learnt more about the atrocities of WW2. He was further encouraged to go down a more pacifistic path, much to the chagrin of his kin. Upon graduation when he was 22, he defied clan orders to join the military, and instead worked in a hospital as a surgeon. After numerous high profile surgeries and 6 years later, he decided to kick back and relax, and promptly became a general practitioner with his own clinic and staff. He got married, and had children five years later. He found out after that that he could relate well to children and their innocence - many of his best patients were children, and so he began specialising as a pediatrician, seeing that they were some of those in most need of medical care. Paradise did not last. It was only a few years later when he was 36 when he clan began to act against his wishes, out of frustration and shame. The ultimatum: join the military or be disowned and abandoned. He gave in, and reluctantly joined the military as an officer. Due to his education, he was offered the position of medical officer, which he took immediately, finding it to be the only escape he has from his circumstances. But he was a reluctant soldier; he was never serious in his exercises and training, and could barely pass his fitness tests and marksmanship package. When the outbreaks began, he was immediately put on the frontlines on account of his skills in medicine, which was sorely needed as casualty rates were high in the early days, and doctors were needed to research the pathogen that caused the dead the rise. He was kept back on most occasions in military operations to tend to the wounded and assist in disease research, but had his scrapes with the dead. The dead were piling up high before the war stabilised in Japan. By luck (or ill-luck, or perhaps politics), he was put on a ship bound for the US, as part of a reconnaissance mission going ahead of a UN operation to reestablish communications with the US. Upon landfall, a base camp was set up in Florida, and overran. The 2nd Kyonshikirapeitai was decimated after putting up a fierce last stand (they were outnumbered 60:1. 90 soldiers were killed but so were about 3000 zombies) and its commander killed, forcing Hisashi, who was next in command, to lead what remained of the unit deeper into Florida, where they found what they were looking for; what remained of the US government in the form of a United States Army Refugee Camp. As they were bringing two truckloads of supplies and 10 hardened Japanese zombie hunters into their fold, they were welcomed with open arms, and celebration, inasmuch as half-starved refugees could celebrate. Hisashi had set up a practice in the refugee camp since then, looking after the people and children there, as well as providing much-needed defence and morale boosts. Pre-Infection Career: He became a surgeon for 6 years before settling as a general practitioner. This does not mean that he stopped doing surgery completely however, as some cases required him to perform operations. 5 years as a general practitioner in addition to those 6 years before had helped him decide on a pediatrician specialisation. He was then forced into the military ever since, and took the vocation of a medical officer readily. However, he had never been promoted past the rank of Captain, which was where he'd remain for the rest of his life. Personality: Hisashi is a pacifistic man, kind hearted, approachable - especially towards children. He is idealistic in his approach, and would not compromise even if circumstances change. Some would call him stubborn and rigid. He would normally respond to his detractors by calling them immoral, inconsistent and lacking in integrity. While some might venture further to call him naive, it was just that he was easy to misunderstand that way; naivety requires him to be ignorant of the consequences of his beliefs. The thing is, he isn't. However, circumstances throughout his life did change him, just not in the above. He was once a confident, forward-looking optimist. He'd earned that through his successes in his medical career. However, his clan's meddling in his life had blunted such optimism. The war did the rest. He would frequently feel helpless and overwhelmed when faced with the prospects of the plague. He had to put down hundreds of patients who had contracted the incurable disease. Almost two years of research yielded nothing but sketchy theories, no cure; the best they could do was to delay the inevitable with medicine. His time fighting in the frontlines went a similar route. There were times when people would die under his watch, no matter how vigilant he was. It didn't help that his company was decimated within days of setting foot in the United States. A legion of the dead was a rare thing - herds were usually under a thousand rotten heads strong, something a hundred soldiers of the Kyonshikirapeitai could easily handle. Notes on the 2nd Kyonshikirapeitai Company The company belongs to a larger unit, the Kyonshikirapeitai Division. They are a new 'special forces' type military unit created to fight specifically against the infected. While they may stand shoulder to shoulder with commandos and other elite units, they are not as adept against human enemies. This is due to their combat training and method, which were mostly created to deal with the infected. Half the time, they would be fighting hand-to-hand or at close range. The equipment that they use were ill-suited against human enemies as well. Their armour is bulky, which slows them down, making them easy targets. Some of their weapons, namely their swords and bayonet (as well as riot shields, spears and even gladius), would only be useful in specific circumstances against people. This disadvantage, however, would not be a big problem if the enemy consists of civilians and criminals without substantial firepower. The reason they flourished in Japan was only due to the way people reacted to the outbreak. There, people were less prone to anarchy and competition, and instead turned to cooperation (mostly) to survive. This allowed the military and society at large there to concentrate on the real enemy, and adapt accordingly.

Name Conrad Peter Axford Age Seventeen Gender Male Ethnicity Caucasian Description Tall, a little lanky, freckled and bispecteled. Conrad has a mess of auburn hair, stopping at about his shoulders unless he's cut it back closer to his jaw recently. It's a messy sort of curl that he keeps out of his face with either a hair tie or headband. Blue eyes set in a handsome face behind a pair of glasses that have seen better days. He has what looks like used to be three rings through his bottom lip, but is now only the right and middle one with a scar on the left from the other one being pulled out. There is a mostly finished tattoo of a phoenix around his left arm along with a few scars there and elsewhere. Some from before, more of them from after. Pre-infection he was a little more muscular, but he's still rather fit. Biography Third child and second son, his father was an accountant for a gang and his mother a former prostitute. He grew up around a lot of family (some of whom were also in the same gang as his father), and a lot of "family" as well. Schooling was never made overly important, or at least school itself. Conrad, along with his older brother ditched class a lot, but still managed to pass. If only just barely. By the time the world was going to hell he was already dropped out if high school (dropped out before they could kick him out for fighting among other things) working on his GED while working part time with his cousin at the restaurant he owned. Pre-infection career Bust boy and part time thug. Mostly just a trouble making teenage. Other

Name: Tanya Roberts Age: 20 Gender: Female Ethnicity: Caucasian Description: Biography: Born in a small family Tanya grew up in the city of Pittsburgh Pennsylvania, both of her parents owned a high end restaurant down by the waterfront in the city. She also has a younger sister who she is very close to Tanya had a rather average high school life, she was never popular or put in with the outcasts. Tanya was apart of her high school choir which was where she eventually fell in love with music, and started to sing in clubs and other places. When she finished high school Tanya got a job at her parents restaurant, she enjoyed working with her coworkers and also enjoyed talking with her regular customers. When the disease finally started to sweep through, Tanya heard word that her father had fallen ill somehow. Tanya and her sister Alexis visited their father every day, when he fell into a coma they started to get worried. When word came back that he came out of the coma Tanya her mother and sister quickly went to see him, but when they did the hospital was in chaos. When the police told them that they weren't allowed to go in they turned back to head back home, Tanya and her family spent the next few months going from camp to camp at one camp Tanya's mother ended up getting bit by someone who was infected. Doing the only humane thing Tanya ended up killing her mother still do this day she is still haunted by it, protecting the only family she has left Tanya headed further south hearing that there was a safe zone just outside of Orlando. Pre-Infection Career(s): During the day Tanya used to work as a waitress at a high end restaurant, the pay was always good enough for her to live stably on her own with, she was well liked by her coworkers. Usually on her days off or at night Tanya would be singing in bars and other clubs around Pittsburgh. Other:

Name: Matthew "Matt" Clarke Age: 28 Gender: Male Ethnicity: Caucasian Description: Matthew Clarke is not an imposing man. He is not six foot something feet tall or a few hundred pounds, he is slightly above average but it is almost unnoticeable. The height at which Matthew stands at is five foot eleven inches and he weighs around one hundred seventy pounds. His build before the outbreak was slightly husky, but not overweight, and it hardly showed. There was some musculature on his body but he was not a frequent gym user, nor had he planned on it. All in all, Matthew was in decent shape. And then the apocalypse hit. After spending two years on the road, or at least the majority of two years, he has thinned out some. A decent amount of muscle has also been built upon the foundation that was laid previous to the infection. Matthew is now leaner than he was and is proud of it, despite the circumstances. Matthew's head is covered by a thick layer of brown hair. In the past he would have kept his hair trimmed very close to the head, but lately he has not been able to find a good barber. Matthew has trimmed his own hair over the course of two years and has developed a slight talent for it, though he would never tell a soul. Matthew's hair is short, but thick, and he never allows it to go below his eyes. He also tries to keep the sides thinner but the top flows together with the sides perfectly. Matthew has deep, piercing, blue eyes that rest in his skull. His jawline and his upper lip are covered by another thick layer of hair, this set of hair is cleaned up more professionally, a talent he developed in his teenage years. When it comes to clothing, Matthew still tries to maintain some kind of class in his outfits, and a level of professionalism. That being said, his clothes are noticeably stained and rugged, but they are done so in an almost elegant way. Matthew carried, and still possesses, a large backpack that traveled with him throughout the two years after the outbreak. Inside the backpack he would carry two pairs of jeans, one dark blue and the other almost black. The backpack would also contain two white T-shirts and two button up long sleeved shirts. The first shirt was white with a blue checkered pattern and the second was a darker, navy blue. On his person Matthew would wear another pair of dark blue jeans with a black button up shirt and a thick, black, wool coat over it, if the weather required. Matthew used to wear dress shoes and sneakers, but he has taken to wearing more useful and durable work boots, they are lightly tanned. Biography: Matthew was born in the city of Saint Paul, Minnesota. At the time his mother was an unemployed twenty year old who was living with her boyfriend, a full-time, twenty one year old, postal service worker. A mostly healthy baby, his mother was happy to name him after her father, Matthew's grandfather. After spending a month and a half in the hospital (the mother had some medical complications but pulled through), the Clarke family was able to leave the hospital. The three of them lived in a downtown apartment, only a few blocks from some bad neighborhoods but that was not a problem seeing as Matt's father worked in the post office and not on the streets. For three years the trio lived happily in downtown Saint Paul. Then things changed. Matt's father started getting into another woman, and eventually he was caught cheating by Matt's mother. After that, they split. Though Matt's mother was his mother, they had different last names. After his father split for another woman, Matt and his mother moved into a quiet townhouse in a quiet suburb. They lived further away from downtown and further away from Matt's father. Since she was now a single mother, Matt's mother needed to find a job. She began working in the dental field, as a receptionist. This, though menial and tedious, was a good starting job and an efficient way for her to pay for her and her child. On top of work, she began attending a community college. While Matt's mother worked and went to school, Matt did his best to stay out of trouble. Throughout his first eight years of schooling, he was a B student who rarely got into any trouble. Then his father reappeared into his life. The man tried to have a relationship with his son but at that point it was too far gone. Matthew would not even give his father the time of day. This lead to anger and other emotions being built up. These emotions spilled out when he started getting into fights his Freshman and Sophomore years of High School. Those two years were turbulent for him and his mother. Matthew started smoking pot with his friends, but he did a good job of hiding it from his mother. By his Junior year, Matthew had matured slightly and had made a conscious decision to change his life. Matthew stopped his drug use and made new friends. These friends would influence him in a positive way and help push him into college. In his senior year of High School, Matthew met Beth. She was beautiful, smart, funny, and everything else that he had ever wanted. They meshed together perfectly. They were High School sweethearts and almost instantly knew they were destined to marry. College was an easy time for Matthew. He was not that rich, and his grades were not the best, so he had to attend Community College. For two years he worked his ass off to get good grades and save money so that he could attend the University of Minnesota and get a degree in Veterinary Medicine. His plan worked and Matthew graduated by the age of 24. For a year and a half he worked at a local PetCo, just making ends meet. Finally, at the age of 26, just 7 months before the world fell into Hell, he got a job at a Clinic. When the world was ravaged Matthew lost the only two people that meant something to him. First his girlfriend caught the virus and died in a hospital, she may or may not have returned to life. Then, while trying to get his mother to safety, Matthew had to watch her die. Since then he has been on the run, trying to escape from his past. Leaving Minnesota was the logical choice since all of his memories and pain was there. Matthew decided, since he spent two weeks in Florida and loved it, that he would travel there. Now he finds himself in the refugee camp. Pre-Infection Career: Before the outbreak, Matthew worked as a Veterinary Technician at a Minnesota Veterinary Clinic just outside of the downtown metro. After college he had worked at a local PetCo while trying to find a job. That took a year and a half, as such, he was only a beginner at his craft, though he had a talent for it. Matthew on more than one occasion has had to operate on a living person, as well as some animals, since the outbreak. Other: None.

Name: Alexander "Alex" Gallen

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Description:
{Name unknown by most. I love role-play so someone can be my accomplice :) } A tall, Caucasian from Florida, he is around 6" 1'. He is lean and slightly tanned, strong in upper and lower body. He has some facial hair, but not much, due to his large knife strapped on his chest. a somewhat shy man, who keeps to himself, and only speaks loudly when around a small group of friends that may not still be alive. he has a scar on his face, from a mutant wolf claw, and he has a spot on his left shoulder he makes sure is well covered...

Biography:
Born and raised along the east coast of America, Alexander has always wanted to travel to Europe, at least until the outbreak. He has/had (unknown) a younger sister, mother, and step-dad. He always loved the outdoors, and lucky for him, loved to role-play apocalypse situations as a kid. He also loved to parkour in his free time, and is very fit due to it. Not a drinker or smoker, though does love the woods. In schooling, his mother always pushed him to new limits, leading to him being in advanced math and history classes, in both middle and high school. He didn't have many friends in high school, and didn't like many sports. The only true friends he had were a small group of about 5-8 people.
Although they were small in number, his friends and him made a YouTube channel, and saw each-other almost every weekend. They would role-play, shoot guns, parkour, and make videos on his channel (he was the owner of said channel).
Alexander was close with his mother, mainly due to the fact that his parents were divorced, and he only got to see his dad on the summers. When he was with his mom, it was the school-year, so he lived regularly. When Alex was with his dad, however, they went sailing, hiking, camping, and fishing.
Alexander was trying to become a famous archaeologist, and succeeded. He discovered lost cities, ancient religions, and lost civilizations no-one had ever heard of. He made award winning fantasy books, like The Dragon's Lover, and Lost in the City of Time (I don't know if they are real book names or not :) ).
Alexander got a master's degree in Archaeology, and owned a mustang, a nice house, a large plot of wooded land, and he had a wife, and two kids. (They are of unknown location to them, which might be why he actually drank liquor for the first time since he was 21.)

Pre-infection Career:
An archaeologist who specialized in ancient Mayan cities. Parkoured and wrote stories in free-time.

Other:
Wears jeans, a t-shirt, and leather "armor" scraps over his clothes. Also has a paintball mask made into a gas-mask. In his camel-pack he has a mostly full water skin, a loaf of bread, some painkillers and vitamins, a Zippo black lighter, and some extra mags for his guns. Extra t-shirt and two pants included.

Some more under Biography Scavenger, please.

Sorry 'bout that is this better or more?

Thats fine.

Name: Olivia Hoàng
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Asian (Vietnamese-American)
Pre-Infection Career: Model. Promotional, usually.
Description:


As one might expect from a professional model, Olivia is generally considered rather attractive; otherwise she wouldn't be a very good professional model. Her figure is slender, but certainly not bony, unlike some of her more extreme counterparts. Her long black hair, previously straight, has been mussed up by all the stress of the last two years. She doesn't bother with makeup anymore either, figuring there are more important things to think about; though makeup is in horribly short supply at the camp, anyway. However, she hasn't let the infection damage her fashion sense; she tends to wear a dark brown leather jacket, bright orange tank top with 'LUPARA' written on it, denim shorts and blue flat shoes. At the very least, she's recognised that heels ain't good for running in.

Biography: Olivia was raised by a fairly liberal family that had emigrated from Vietnam to Seattle, Washington to escape what they saw as a repressive regime. Growing up, she originally wanted to be a big-name Hollywood actress, but eventually decided that this goal was too unrealistic and set her sights for academia instead. Though she went to university in Seattle to earn a degree in Social Science, she ended up taking modelling contracts on the side to earn some extra money. A LOT of extra money, in fact, once some businessmen decided she looked rather nice. Eventually, even after she earned her degree, she chose to become a model full-time, if only because she had already gotten into the flow of things and didn't feel like fixing what wasn't broken.

A few years later, she happened to be in Tampa, Florida for a promo event for 'Lupara' Energy Drink. Olivia ended up quitting halfway after hearing that Seattle was affected by the virus issue. Unfortunately, flight delays caused by missing airport staff forced her to stay in Tampa. The next day, at one of those airport inn hotels, she found herself impotently flailing about planks of wood against the hordes of humans-turned-monsters that now roamed the place; she wouldn't have survived if it hadn't been for the timely arrival of a maid with a shotgun.

Woefully unprepared for the situation, both mentally and physically, Olivia started out pretty much as baggage for all the surviving guests and staff at the hotel (no pun intended), and spent a lot of her time complaining while everyone else turned the place into a fortress. But then the situation became more dire as the months passed; supplies started to dwindle, supply drops from the confused military became less and less frequent, and the living dead congregated outside in ever-increasing numbers. With everyone too stubborn to leave, Olivia finally decided enough was enough and dropped her previous habits. Taking the initiative, she teamed up with a young street racer called Lyons to discreetly escape in a small car she'd found. As it was the only car in (barely-)working condition, they chose not to tell the others for fear they might fight over it. A few days of travel later, they ran out of fuel and had to make their way on foot to Orlando, where they eventually came across the refugee camp.

Olivia later found out the other survivors at the hotel had finally been overwhelmed, and while she's still adamant, now a hyper-practical, anti-emotion take-action type, that she and Lyons did the right thing, she secretly still doubts her actions.