Name: Charles Richardson
Age: 38
Race: Caucasian
Abilities: Had a Photographic Memory before the outbreak the only use of it now is that he can memorise maps, was into a bad crowd when he was younger and took to beatings for food as a result of this he now can pick the locks of cars and doors to a fairly expert degree, can start a car from next to broken in 10 minutes flat if he has the parts, if not he'll just find something else to fix it with. Physiological Problems he feels little pain to a point and will resort to violence to get what he wants
Weapon of choice: M1 Grand with bayonet
Personality: calm, solitary, drinker, dark, creepy, "insane", over powering, intelligent, stubborn, aragont, gambler.
Appearance:
Short bio: The mind of a man is a sensitive thing, many a catastrophe can push it over the edge, it can experience love, hate, friendship and everything else. what im trying to say is that its a amazing thing. now to couple that with the travesty we have faced in our lives here and we get a emotional train wreck. now this is where we meet our new friend here, Mr Charles "The Doctor" Richardson, Thief, Thug, Solider and Capo a real nasty piece of work.
he was born into a dark Gray world or drugs, sex, murder and death. you know the places the city don't want you to see, where getting lost may cost you your wallet and few things beside that. he realises that he would have to look after himself at a young age when he finished secondary school with next to know qualifications, but he would know the gang was there for him, he joined as a Thug, the muscles behind the glamar of it, if the boss needed someone put out thugs would be the one doing it. with that he learnt all his skills raising through the ranks till he reached Capo. when the epidemic struck he was finishing up on "business", when that happened he spent many years fighting off bandits, zombies and saving civilians from the outside world. when the walls finally fell he was ready. riding out in a old army vehicle they had used for the gun and not the car (so they'd taken the mounted machine gun off the top and left the car) they had bolted larger metal plates onto it and lovingly called it "The Pain Train" knowing that all the property was lost. he drove out into who know where.