Character Sheet:
Name: Nick Baker
Age: 19
Appearance: Tall and gangly. In good shape in terms of endurance, but not in terms of anaerobic strength (ie lifting things). Black hair, brown eyes, Caucasian.
Pre-outbreak Occupation: Bicycle Messenger
Special skills: Very good biker and runner. In addition, very good at climbing and scaling things.
Personality: An awkward teenage type, only about two years out of high school, who lacks the confidence of his older companions. Friendly and polite, but a bit of a mess when talking to women, especially attractive ones. Will do anything to avoid conflict, and tries to get other people to not fight as well. Pretty much a natural follower not a leader, more willing to play for the team than for himself. Quite surprisingly, I am very level headed and rational in moments of crisis, which is quite the contrary when forced to make small talk during leisure.
Owned items:
1 Awesome light carbon bike, kept in perfect condition.
1 Bike lock and chain
1 Backpack
4 Cans of Ravioli
2 Water Bottles
1 Lighter
1 Knife
2 sets of t shirts, shorts, underwear, and socks
50 ft of nylon rope
various small bike repair and maintenance tools (Chain lengthener, wrench, oil)
Vehicle: Aforementioned awesome bike (Not sure if this counted as a vehicle or item.)
Bio: All of my life I've been pretty average, okay grades, okay social life, nice life overall. I was pretty awkward during highschool, but I had lots of friends and was never bullied or anything like that. I've only been particularly exceptional at two things, one of which is biking. Ever since I can remember I have been zipping around on two wheels, flying down streets at speeds that made even other daredevils gasp. It was the happiest moment of my life when my parents got me an ultra-light, ultra-fast, racing bike as a graduation present. After highschool I started attending the local community college in the small (Atlanta?) suburb in which I lived, but seeing as I only have one skill, I quickly picked up a job as a bike messenger, shuttling important messages and subpoenas between the various lawfirms of the big city. I was damn good at it too, and during rush hour, I was the fastest, most reliable way of getting physical packages from point A to point B.
I only figured out about my other exceptional quality about a week ago. Apparently I'm immune or resistant to... Whatever this thing is. My whole life, my parents, friends, and my city withered and died at the hands of this disease, as I watched, unaffected. I've been holed up in my apartment for about a week, but now I'm out of food and the water has been shut off. I suppose it's time to leave this place, the riots and fires seemed to have died out for the most part. I need to find out if anyone else made it, and I know that as long as I have my bike I should be just fine.