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Size: 6'1
Nationality: American

Physical Shape: Michael's body is well taken care of. At a healthy weight, and broad-shouldered, he has a lean, muscled physique, that comes with years of eating meat and vegetables, handling rowdy animals, and drawing bows taut. Hunting has garnered him a steady food supply over the time of the apocalypse, so starving has never been something that he has really experienced at this day and age.

Age: 24 years of age.

Personality: Michael can come off as unapproachable, but that's mainly because he tends to be a bit on the quiet side, having spent literally the majority of this apocalyptic journey alone - thus making silence something he is intimately familiar with. While a bit cold-shouldering, Michael is a very down-to-earth, realistic man, calloused from witnessing the deaths of his loved ones. Focused on the task at hand, and mature, Michael can take on a leadership role rather easily - although he tend to be a loner, due to the fact that groups can easily limit mobility and survival chances. He isn't secretly evil, and is a naturally humane person. If he sees someone in trouble, there's a high chance of him helping. However, as stated before, he's realistic, and if there's no chance in Hell of them being saved without major loss on both sides, he will move on, albeit with a heavy heart. These trying times have made him merciless in certain situations, and he no longer hesitates to end the life of a human, if that human poses harm or threat to him or anyone close to him. Serious, and focused, Michael's first rule of survival is...'Survive'. Although he may not seem it at first, there are rare times where Michael will let down his guard and laugh/joke, but it's extremely rare. With close friends, he may let down his guard a tad, and crack jokes or engage in some type of banter, but don't expect it to be an often thing. Even then, him getting all laughy and hyperactive is a no-go.

Occupation: Hunter/farmer by trade, lived in the country with his grandpa and grandma. Sold animal fur/meat to a nearby small-town city.

Equipment: Michael's equipment consists mainly of;; A pair of rugged black cargo pants, tucked into dark brown, water-proofed boots, a short-sleeved, form-fitting black shirt, and a dark green/black, cloth-padded, hooded jacket. The jacket contains, in the pockets, a multi-tool, a scarred lighter, a small flash-light light, and a wallet - containing some money and a picture of his grandparents.

Inventory: A heavy-duty, lightweight hunting backpack, dark black and brown. Inside the small pocket at the front are: Two small, speed-sticks of deodorant, a worn toothbrush and tube of toothpaste, and a compact pack of purification tablets. Hooked to the side is: A worn, dented, and reusable canteen. Inside of the main compartment are: Five small zip-lock bags of dried, packed balls of salted deer-meat, three bottles of purified water, torn rags, and a worn, miniature first-aid kit, containing two small bottle of alcohol and two small spindles of clean bandages. The bottles and spindles are re-filled/wrapped at different stops. His inventory is light-weight and essential, which he had in mind when he packed it all. He travels, with his two companions, Lee, and Elijah, in a battered, yet practical and fuel efficient Dodge truck, originally a silver-color, yet stained dark burgundy in some places due to the undeads' blood.

Weapons: A worn, yet highly-maintained and sturdy recurve bow, a leather-wrapped quiver with self-made, sturdy arrows, and a sharpened utility knife. His arrows are reusable, which he makes great use of, and is virtually silent;; It's rare that you would see him with a gun. The utility knife is strapped securely to his pants, and the bow is latched to a strap on his backpack; easy access. The quiver is peeking over his right shoulder, strapped to his back. A solid crowbar is strapped to the otherside of his backpack, opposite of his canteen.

Strengths:
Healthy/Athletic.
Exceptional hand-to-eye coordination/reflexes.
Experienced hunter/tracker.

Weaknesses:
Not a city man.
Gets easily stressed/annoyed in large, loud groups.
Disloyal to a fault. It takes a lot to gain his trust.