Name: Jason
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Nationality: American
Appearance:

Family: Unknown, likely deceased/infected
Father
Mother
Sister
Past occupation: EMT - Basic (certified), Forensic Science Student

Personality: Jason is pretty laid back and casual in most situations, he is also generally very quiet taking some time before he gets comfortable enough to talk freely. He will still however make crude or dark jokes at inappropriate situations, but it is simply how he has been handling the end of the world. He would seem somewhat distant and cold on the surface, especially after the world ended, but he is actually quite caring about those he trusts. His studies in forensic science and emergency medicine has made him more psychologically prepared for the end of the world and seeing death and destruction has left less of a wound on his mentality than it otherwise would have. However he was still effected by the end of the world, in a survival situation he puts his own and his group's survival above the well being of others. he certainly tries to help the rest of humanity, but if he is starving and some other group wont share... well, he will take what he needs at gun point.

Background: Jason is actually a Colorado native having moved to NY not long before the collapse for an internship program at an NY lab. he had only been working for a few months when the first cases where moving out of Texas. Jason followed the story somewhat closely becoming increasingly worried as the problem moved north. He was already a little paranoid about the world ending due to war or some kind of disaster, Zombie apocalypse was just an amusing thought experiment from his high school days. So before the mass panic struck NY proper Jason went out and bought food, water, and a little bit of ammunition for his gun. It wasn't much and his supplies didn't last him very long, but he decided if he were to survive he would get creative.

A few weeks into the apocalypse, having spent most of the days inside trying to ride out the most chaotic part of the collapse, Jason left and tried to accumulate supplies that would make him more capable against the rage zombies. This was a dark time for all of humanity, and Jason was no better. He managed to get some gear together and a modest stash of food before deciding to move away from the city. The population density would make it a death trap once the horde of Zombies where done feeding on the survivors trapped within. During the first few months of the outbreak Jason had met up with a few other survivors, they where weak willed and obviously couldn't handle their new reality but the day came where their luck had ran out and Jason was stuck in a situation where they could not survive... but he could so he abandoned them. It weighs heavily on him, and he regrets their deaths but it also steeled his resolve to live. It is the world they live in now, survival of the fittest.

What's in their bag:
4 days of food
Steel canteen (nearly empty)
Life Straw (water filter)
extra clothes, mostly winter gear
looted body armor (police officer)
Paintball mask (to protect eyes and mouth from zombie blood)
two decks of paying cards
sun tzu's art of war
compass (no map)
Empty shotgun shell bandolier
Thick leather motorcycle jacket (damaged from zombies)
Thick leather gloves
simple surgical kit:
scalpels
surgical forceps (several different kinds)
suture needles (improvised with fishing line, miles left)
suture thread
tourniquet
bandages
small flask of rubbing alcohol (very little left)
nitrite and latex gloves

Weapons: Machete strapped to left hip and leg
large buck knife with knuckle guard strapped to right hip
12Ga shotgun (4 shells left)

Other: Im using this and an OOC note, I personally own 90% of this gear except for the bit of body armor, but i justify that because it would be somewhat easy to find especially in a large city like NY.

Appearance:
Although young, signs of stress can clearly be seen on his face and scars from countless encounters with both humans and infected have left their marks on him. Wearing surplus military BDU and some assorted combat equipment has made him a target in the past but its saved him every time so far.

Family: Deceased (Pre-Infection)

Past occupation: Nikolai has never held a serious job before but has done plenty of oddjobs over the years.

Personality:
Before the outbreak, Nikolai was always seen as kind and at least somewhat outgoing. He always managed to have something to say about anything and was never afraid of being wrong. The outbreak did little to change his personality but has put a damper on his seemingly endless happiness.

Background:
When Nikolai was 17 years old, his parents were killed in a carjacking in Moscow. His parents were fairly rich and when they passed they left their fortunes to Nikolai. In their will, his parents told him to spend the money on experiences, on traveling the world and being the best person he could be. A year or so later most people would consider him to be an "extreme tourist". His first stop on the path was to the Chernobyl nuclear power plant in his home country. After the start of hostilities in Ukraine, Nikolai left to explore the world. He never stayed anywhere long and even with a fortune to pull from he still tried to get by with the minimum. Traveling alone left its mark on Nikolai having experienced crime in practically every city he visited. He spent a year in the United States before the outbreak began.

After the outbreak, Nikolai first managed to join a group of National Guardsmen that had abandoned their posts rather than be overrun. That group changed and dwindled until at the end of it all, Nikolai was standing alone on the outskirts of New York just hoping that there was someone still alive.

What's in their bag:
Nikolai wears a tactical vest and besides the empty magazines and various cleaning tools, he has a small pouch he stores the miniscule amount of food he has and he has a half full canteen in another pouch.

Weapons:
Although menacing at first glance, the Auto Kalashnikov he carries is barely functional. He has 6 "dirty" rounds for it that probably won't even fire in the best situation. He usually has to rely on the Kukri he bought when he first reached the States.

Other: By miniscule I mean he has a small bag of assorted nuts and seeds. By dirty rounds I mean that they were made post outbreak and are unstable and unreliable. If they go off at all they might not have the power needed to penetrate the skull even as a 7.62x39 round.