Name:Shannon Finley
Gender:Male
Age:34
Date of Birth: October 13th 1980
Place of Birth:Ayr, Scotland
Approximate Height:5 feet 11 inches
Approximate Weight: 199 pounds
Build: defined and lanky on a sturdy set of bones
Hair Color: Reddish orange
Eye Color:Dark Blue
Pre-Outbreak:Even at a young age, Shannon was thrust into the world where the weak were devoured and the strong rose to the top. Because of his large family, he had plenty of aunts and uncles he could be loaned to after school to help with their work. Since he was seven years old, he'd been tasked with taking care of chickens, horses, and other animals, as well as cleaning and maintaining stables, boats, and a multitude of equipment and gear. He also joined the workforce at a very young age, helping his uncles with their fishing and transport boats off the coast for measly wages when he turned eleven. He finally got his break a few years later when he started carpentry, lying about his age in order to gain an apprenticeship. By the time he was eighteen, he was a full fledged journeyman.
In the following sixteen years, he traveled to and from Germany, honing his carpentry skills, eventually adding roofing and framing to his repetiore. It was during his time off that he would learn the joys of hunting. The activity leant itself well to his upbringing, and every chance he got, he would take trips into the wild to stalk and kill his prey. His life began to eventually revolve around planning trips into the Arctic circle, his love for the activity turning more and more into a lifestyle than a mere activity. When the apocalypse occurred, he wasn't anywhere near civilization. He was just finishing his trek into the Scottish wilds, and returned on horseback to his parents cabin, unaware of the danger that awaited him on his return to Ayrshire.
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Post-Outbreak: Upon the discovery that the world had gone to shit, Shannon made the immediate decision to find his younger brother, Finnick. He was the polar opposite of Shannon; Finn played video games for a living, coasting off the success of his YouTube channel. He wasn't physically as tough or capable, but he had a sharp mind and a quick wit. He was the only one to have left Ayr, which meant he was the one most likely to still be breathing. With his brother in tow, he would retreat back to the wild, safe from the horrors that had befallen society.
Finnick lived much further south, just outside of London. Because Shannon opted to ride on horseback instead of by car, the journey took longer than it would have, but Shannon felt safer with the maneuverability of hooves underfoot. He attempted to stay away from the ruins of large settlements as much as possible, and avoided contact with the living just as much. Unfortunately, it didn't quite work out as well as he planned, having to take major detours to avoid hordes of undead, roving bandits, and to scavenge supplies. His skills as a hunter saved his life on multiple occasions, but it did nothing to dissuade the pursuit of desperate people who wanted his horses and his gear. Though he was the hunter, ever since crossing the boarder, he felt like he was the one being stalked.
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Skills: Shannon has spent a considerable amount of time using his hands, and is no slouch when it comes to hard labour. He might not be able to run as fast as other survivors, but he can demolish a door and board it back up faster than anybody around. With the ability to live off the land garnered from years of experience hunting and fishing in various places around the globe, Shannon has a distinct advantage over many 'civilized' people.
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