It is my duty to serve and protect
Nick as they call him is a man of few words . He was a honest , charistmatic man until that faithful day. That all that he cherished was taken from him by the infection he is now a wandering policeman hanging onto the only thing that is keeping him sane his ideals . His once cheery eyes are now filled with a cold no one cares looks to them. His "Hero" attitude diminished significantly from all he seen in the carnage but he still has a sense of right and wrong. His right and wrong is slowly growing weary as all survivors he found were either shoting at him or showed no remorse to the would be copper. Because of this he is usually withdrawn from what is happening and tries to rely on himself whenever he can.
-Folding knife (back pocket)
-SIG Sauer P250 Compact (standard cop weapon)
- 2 clips of 9mm Rounds
-Flashlight and clip
-Walkie talkie and clip
-Handcuffs and pouch
-mag pouch (for his clip)
-Bottle Carrier
-Bottle of water ( Half full)
-tactical holster (for his gun)
-Black Sun glasses
Nick has all the assorted things because it is all standard police equipment
He is originally from New york his parents immigrants from germany, looking for a new life. He had moved from his parents house to start on his own in ashford. His grandfather being a famous detective in his country he decided with a full heart to try to clean up the streets as he applied to become one of ashford's finest. A few months after the Academy he was assigned to a thought to be riot with his fellow policeman ready to prove his self he jumped at it , only to see all die in the hands of what only can be described as a massacre spreading from the town square to the city as a whole he bearily made it out and only was able to make it out by driving through the horde of both people and infected . He now clings to his former life and ideals as he trys to keep himself from going over the deep end.