Name: Cael Maddox
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian; Irish roots
Appearance: He has intense eyes, a small scruffy beard, and is covered in tattoos.
Clothing: He’s wearing an old, short sleeved, light gray shirt that has a Metallica symbol on it. His denim jeans are dark blue and faded at the knees, and he wears an old pair of work boots
Equipment: He has a black back pack that contains some food rations (mostly junk food that he looted from a convenience store), six bottles of water, an extra pair of clothes, a map, a 750ml bottle of Hennessey that’s wrapped in a hoodie, and an extra pair of shoes tied an outside strap on the pack.
Weapons: He has a Fire Ax and a half-serrated pocket knife with a 5” blade.
Bio/Background: Cael was raised by a single alcoholic of a father who couldn’t have cared less about him and his younger brother’s well being. His mother passed away when he was young due to Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, and he was forced to grow up fast in order to look out for his brother and himself. Growing up, Cael developed a bit of a bad attitude problem as well as a chip on his shoulder and was admittedly “pissed off at the world”; if it didn’t pertain to his brother or himself he really didn’t give a damn about it. He got his first job when he was 14, where he bailed hay for $3 an hour and worked almost nine hours a day during the summers, and during the school years he woke up early to go to work causing him to be late to school often. He got into fights frequently, a lot of the time defending his little brother from bullies, and ended up getting expelled from high school in the middle of his sophomore year. Then he got a full-time job digging ditches for a local man with money who owned his own business and began making around $15 an hour. This lead him to get his own place, his own car, and begin providing a better life for his younger brother.
Eventually, he was fired from his job due to being caught sleeping with his boss’s daughter and everything pretty much went to hell from there. Most people in town wouldn’t hire him because of his bad attitude and known anger problems, and so he ended up falling in with a bad crowd where one of his buddies introduced him to the local illegal street fighting circuit. Immediately he was enthralled by the fights and the lifestyle, and it wasn’t long until he begin earning money fighting and betting in the circuit. During his time with that crowd he began drinking heavily and using drugs casually, especially pain killers, which helped him get through the days with all of the bumps, cuts, and bruises that he obtained fighting in the circuit. It was all justified to him though because of his “screw the world” mentality and he would do ANYTHING if it meant that he could put food on the table for his brother and himself. He felt like he was doing something good for a change and began to make some pretty good money. However, his drinking eventually became an addiction and alcoholism as well as pain pill drug abuse took over his life and he got in so deep that he couldn’t get out on his own. He was arrested for illegal street fighting and drug possession, as well as charged with felony assault; he was sentenced to do 8 years in prison with the chance of an early parole. In prison he did what he did best and he fought to survive, and during his time he got dozens of tattoos done by fellow inmates and completely swore off drugs and alcohol; claiming a Straight Edge lifestyle as his own after being introduced to the concept by his cell-mate. Due to other good behavior he was released after only half of his sentence.
While he was in prison his brother had joined the Army, and was currently overseas fighting in the war, so when Cael got out he was basically alone. He moved to Jonesboro to get a fresh start. He found employment at a dive bar working as a bartender ironically enough, and has now been working there for 3 months.
Occupation Pre-Apocalypse: Bartender/Ex-Con