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Name: Amir Asadi Jones
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Description: Amir stands at 5'10" with a mop of dark brown hair and a pair of near-black eyes. He is of Iranian descent and quite handsome, with a reasonably muscular build developing as a result of his training as a Trooper when he was a kid. He doesn't like to keep a beard, but he'll often let his hair grow out to stubble. A huge old scar runs along the inside of his right arm from when he was a child. He usually wears jeans and a short-sleeved t-shirt, along with his black leather jacket that he's had for years.
Profession: Doctor
Skills:
1 - Medicine: Amir learned much from his father before he passed, primarily how to treat wounds, diagnose illnesses, and develop rudimentary medicines. He began assisting his father when he was only ten years old, and now has almost fourteen years of experience in the craft.
2 - Charisma: When he was a boy, Amir became infamous for getting himself into situations in town, before quickly working his way back and out of them by 'talking it out'. The kid had a knack for persuasion and charm, and those skills only grew as he got older.
3 - Resilience: As a whole, Amir's life has made him an extraordinarily resilient person. He has developed a sense of optimism and perseverance that gets him through even the darkest times, and tends to get other people to do the same.
History:
Amir was born in Seattle to Omid Asadi, an Iranian immigrant and lawyer, and his wife Leila, a professor at the University of Washington. His family was quite well-off, and since Amir was an only child he had his parents' entire devotion, but his mother insisted that he attend a public school in Seattle so as not to 'lose sight of things'. When the outbreak hit Washington, his father was away in New York on business. His mother knew that she had to get them out of the city, and began to drive south, into the more rural parts of Washington. Each town they arrived at was dealing with their own personal hell: bandits, riots, food shortages, and of course the walking corpses themselves. They kept moving, kept going south. They made it to the Oregon border, before Leila's car ran out of gas, and she was shot dead in the street while trying to siphon gas out of an abandoned vehicle. The murderer was a scared teenage boy, maybe seventeen. He had seen her backpack and thought that there might be some food. When she refused to let him steal it, he shot her. Amir was twenty yards away in their car -- his mother had told him not to make a sound. Still, fear overtook him, and he bolted out of the car and across the street, attempting to hop a wire fence and getting his right arm caught. The frayed steel wire tore a gash in his arm, where a scar still exists today. Amir found a nearby warehouse and locked himself inside, tearing up his shirt and wrapping it around his bloody arm.
He stayed in the warehouse for at least a day, until a middle-aged man named Robert Jones found Amir while he was out on a supply run. Jones took Amir back to his settlement in Mount Hood, and began to care for the boy. Robert was the town's doctor. He had run a clinic on Main Street since two decades prior, and when the walkers came he stopped charging his customers and announced that he would be on-call to help no matter the time. Amir began to look up to him, and in turn Robert took him under his wing at the clinic. Eventually Amir Asadi began going by Amir Jones, and Robert became his adopted father. By the time he died, Amir was twenty-one And had taken over much of the day-to-day affairs of the clinic. In time, he began to be confident enough to travel out of the colony, embedded with the soldiers to tend to any wounds sustained in the field. He mourned his death for a long time, before resolving to help the community of Mount Hood in any way he could, just as Robert had done.