Name: Alex de Fries.
Age: 31 years old.
Gender: Male.
Appearance: 
(The gear he is currently wearing has been stolen from a deceased police officer, since then he pretends to have been an officer himself in order to make people more trustworthy of him. Not only that but people surely expect a former police officer to be able to handle a firearm well, probably better then themselves.)Physical Shape: In his youth Alex favoured playing soccer with his friends over going to the gym, as the experience was more fun and competitive. As he got older he no longer really had the chance to play soccer and thus shifted his attention at going to the gym, favouring staying in shape and having noticeable muscle tone over actually maintaining and developing a six-pack or more. The Apocalypse has tested his staminia and certainly increased it as well. Fortunately however, cycling everywhere and having regular workouts provided him with the healthy base he needed to be able to survive in this new world.
Sexuality: Hetrosexual.
Personality: Alex can be quite sociable and has no problem engaging in conversation or talking infront of groups, he however enjoys his alone time and often takes a few hours of the day for himself so he can relax and read a good book. History is his passion and it's only fitting that he himself, is old fashioned as well. Because of this he is always the gentlemen, looking out for women more so then he would for a man.
This goes in line with his hesitation to fight a woman, whether that be through words or with physical violence. His attitude to men is much different, he expects any man to take care of himself and he frowns upon men that express their emotions rather then keeping them bottled up inside.
Alex is lucky enough to have an aura of natural charm and a bright smile. He treats everyone nice and with respect, actively listening to whoever is talking to him. Yet if someone annoys him he will be quick to ignore them and should that person find himself in a situation where they need his help, he will simply watch them fail and extreme cases, die.
Background: After the outbreak of the infection in his country first started, the government attempted to set up quarantine zones. The quarantine zones did not manage to hold back the spread for very long and in most cases the quarantine zones were breached within a week. All and all, quarantine control in such a dense country surrounded by other dense countries proved to be rather difficult.
In the early days of the outbreak, Alex stayed in his home town, content on reinforcing and securing his own house. Believing that the government would be able to contain and eliminate the virus and the people that carried it. Soon however, it became evident that this was not the case and that all the larger cities had already degraded into anarchy.
Once it became abundantly clear that The Netherlands was no longer safe, Alex started considering other options such as England, Ireland, Iceland. There were supposed to be safe an free of the virus, yet the transport to England had almost ceased to exist. Airports certainly weren't an option anymore, the only alternative would be crossing by boat. Unfortunately, that would require finding a boat. One in working order too, that wasn't an easy task anymore.
In the end, a lot of time and supplies were wasted on finding a boat, whether it was in working order or not. But by then England had already decended into chaos, it was no longer the safe heaven it once was, or atleast that were the rumours that made it back to The Netherlands. Alex, now discouraged and facing a boat that required repairs to function, simply decided to abandon the boat and his plans to travel to England.
With all safe havens in the world gone, there was nothing left but try and survive in the place he already lived. For the past six years he just been moving from place to place, scavenging what he can and just attempting to find somewhere safe to settle down.
Past Occupation: History professor at a university, and amateur historian.
Inventory: Alex still carries his phone from before the outbreak, savouring the pictures on it but keeping it off for most periods of time, attempting to preserve the battery. He also carries his old wallet, filled with money, small change, his identification, drivers license and various other things that no longer hold any meaning in this world.
Police belt that still holds a pair of handcuffs, keys, a primary flashlight with no more juice in the batteries, secondary flashlight, baton holder without a baton, disposable gloves and mask, taser and a bottle of pepperspray.
The backpack on his back contains two large bottles of water, five variations of canned food, a roll of tinfoil, a half empty bottle of deoderant, a full tube of toothpaste, toothbrush, two journals in which he can write down his thoughts or notes on the infection, a small box of pencils, pencil sharpener, a packet of condoms, razor, shaving cream, three sets of clean underwear, four pairs of socks, two shirts, one jacket, two pairs of blue jeans.
Weapons: Steel pipe with a double tee pipe fitting fastened to it. The double tee has one large steel bolt tightly secured on each end, resembeling a sledgehammer but at the size of a hand held axe and with only a fraction of the weight that an actual sledgehammer would be. The materials required to craft the weapon are easy to find and require little technical knowledge to assemble, which makes it the perfect melee weapon, favouring the ability to knock down and force back enemies over inflicting pure damage like a blade would.
Walther P99Q semi-automatic pistol that has unfortunately suffered a malfunction and despite looking fire ready, is unable to preform. Lack of knowledge and experience on weapon maintenance has prevented its user from fixing the issue. The weapon in its current form can only be used as a last resort melee weapon or to intimidate Humans that do not know about its defective state.
