Name: Jacob Miles
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Description/Appearance:
Weapons: A wooden cricket bat he picked up at a local school.
Equipment: x1 Beanie hat to protect him from anything that would dirty up his head.
x1 Small hiking pack to keep him light-weighted.
x2 Water bottles. One for drinking and the other for emergencies(Medical requirements, etc.)
x1 Can of food(Chicken noodle soup up in here~.)
x1 Picture of a family, always in his shirt pocket.
Personality: -Working on this, I had something going until I realized it was almost a copy of Maggie Warner qq-
Attributes:
Strength: 5
Stamina: 7
Health: 3
Dexterity: 6
Sense: 3
Charisma: 1(Makes sense, considering his personality.)
Skills: Workin' on this too.
Brief Bio: Jacob was a "fresh out of highschool" adult before the infection had begun. After graduating from his school in the state of Virginia, he went on to work at a local theater to major in Performance and Acting. In order to keep himself a healthy body image, he exercised daily by jogging. What began as jogging turned into running, then into sprinting, and finally into full on parkour. If there was anything that he enjoyed more than performance, it was running. The feeling of the wind blowing on his face when he sprinted felt good to him back then, because he was so free to run anywhere he wanted. However, the infection started....and everything before him began to crumble.
He was close to his family when he had come to their rescue on that one chaotic day. Blood was being carved everywhere on the streets. Riot police fought rioters, infected, and anything that would so much as cause trouble. When he had arrived to his home, his father was already taken. He quickly took his two younger sisters and mother and fled the state by bus with a large group of other people. They traveled south of the eastern coast, trying their best to survive for a month until they had reached Florida, where the bus crashed.
When he awoke from the wreckage, most of the other survivors had been killed in the crash save a few. He recollected his memory and remembered how the crash began...it started with his mother becoming ill. She had turned when they were half-way to the dock that had an emergency radio broadcast, relaying to survivors that it would bring them to Havana, Cuba. Burying his family near the bus crash, he continued on to the ship where he was taken to Havana...but again, the same problem arose just like the bus...a person was stricken ill...and the boat crashed.
This is all I really got for now, does it look good? I kind of wanted to start off out of the group and maybe end up meeting up with them due to the boat crash that he had in Havana. I would love some constructive feedback!
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