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Name: Anthony Jameson

Age: 25

Appearance: Anthony hasn't even bothered with cutting his black hair into his standard buzz cut, meaning that it falls messily into his blue eyes, and randomly down his neck in long strands. The man has an extremely muscular build from years of hardcore, constant physical exercise, and he stands at 6'3 - intimidating to any lesser man. An angry red scar, an accident during CQC practice, stretches from his forehead, and down to his chin, although it's mostly hidden by his long black hair. Since the outbreak, Anthony now wears a rugged Kevlar bullet-proof vest, and a tight, sleeveless, sandy brown PT shirt, camo, torn Marine military fatigues, and tight, sandy brown boots. The tattoo of a beautiful, lethal American eagle is evident on his muscular right bicep.

Weapon:
- Studded, short black gloves that still allows him to use the agility of his fingers.
- KABAR combat knife, attached to his pants.
- 50. Cal Desert Eagle

Skills: Anthony is an experienced user of a wide array of martial art styles and wrestling, although he uses Muay Thai the most, having trained with it as soon as he entered Basic Training. He knows how to wield a blade and gun efficiently as well. Similarly, he is in peak human condition, meaning that his strength, speed, endurance, and pain tolerance is a lot higher than your average joe. He can also handle pain whilst focusing, and he knows how to focus, even when under attack and extreme levels of stress. Despite this, he doesn't make the best leader, considering his carelessness when it comes to others.

Carrier or not?: no

Bio: Anthony was a normal boy growing up. He played with paper airplanes, created wooden boats with his father, and played cowboy with his best pals. He lived in a middle-class family somewhere in Louisiana, America, and life was very...average. When he joined high-school, the boy quickly enlisted into ROTC with his best childhood friend, Jemarcus. The two boys quickly rose up in the ranks, loving the ability of setting up the Military Ball whenever it popped up every year.

They became the captains of Drill Team, Color Guard, and Saber Team. Life was great, and when they were recognized as military potential, the two boys immediately enlisted at the age of 16, under the guise of eighteen year olds. Life in Basic Training was rough, but, with mental and physical excellence, the two friends quickly grew tougher, smarter, and sharper. Skip forward two years. Bullets whizzing...blood...sweat...musk. The sound of gunfire, and then...red. His friend dead, the mission failed...after that faithful day, Anthony continued his career. It was like...life for him...yeah, that is, until...He was sent out of LA for a meeting with the higher ups. It was only him, and once he arrived into the prescribed headquarters, they were overrun. The zombies...undead swarming from every exit and entrance. They fought back valiantly, but there was nothing they could do. Anthony barely escaped, and for a very long time now, he has been wandering...

Other: His current home, in Louisiana, is most-likely completely ruined, and he has no family to speak of. His mother passed away when he joined the Marine Corps., and his father...well, the man was elderly, and Anthony assumes that he's dead as well.

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