Name: Fimbar Rafferty
"Hey lads, I'm seeing fucking dead people" - Fimbar wise cracking while zombies cornering them
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Sexual orientation: Straight
Allergies: Wasps (Stung by at least one and he'd be have to rushed to hospital doesn't matter now though)
Scars/Tattoos: Has a star tattoo on his left wrist
Old injurys: None
Height/Weight: 5'10 - 68kg
Health Conditions: Healthy, has a metal plate in his cheek. He is quite fast as well, from working out daily/weekly.
Skills: Good shot (Sharpshooter, Pistols and Hunting rifle), Building/Fortiying.
Hobbies: Football, Target practice.
Fears: People dying, New people
Strengths: Shooting, Scouting
Weaknesses: Trust issues, Grives over the death of friends/loved ones
Personality: Weary of new people, Tough, Protective. Fimbar would kill for his loved ones and give and arm and a leg if it meant they could be stocked with supplies for a few days. Although this isn't always helpful to the group, he dosent see himself as some gun grunt, he'll speak up if something needs to be spoken about, even arguing with the leader.
Biography: Fimbar was born and raised in Ireland son of John and Mary. From a young age he learned to fire a gun at 9 as the troubles in Ireland would shoot their houses windows and frightening the family. It wasn't safe in the mornings to even play football, in a training session the manager got shot in the shoulder for being Catholic. As his dad couldn't handle everything Fimbar and his older brother Oscar, were taught to shoot a pistol if anything happened. Then he became a teenager and the troubles were over he had to get a job, manual labour. He became a joiner, drilling, brick laying, tiling and whatnot.
Then when he became 19, he wanted to use his football skills and enjoy his job. So he moved to America and became a p.e teacher. The first school he taught was primary, but when he turned 22, he started working at a middle school.
Extras: Fimbar runs track.