Name: Isaac Schofield.
Age: 28
Gender: male
Role: GM (?)
Weapon:Isaac chooses different weapons for different situations. However the two weapons that seem to be on him at all times are his Kabar Combat knife, a brutal old piece of history that has killed a large number of the undead, and His friend James' S-F1 British combat knife. The latter of which remains largely used seeing as It ill fits the undead, however it is not entirely out of use...
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Appearance: Tall lanky and rather youthful looking for a man his age Isaac could have had it easy in the old world. His hair is blonde hair and blue eyes a sharp smile with bold lips that always rested a grim, sad expression. He's got a tattoo on his left arm and his right shoulder, as well as a star on his wrist.

Personality: Isaac comes across as shallow and rude for the most part, but if you dig a little you find a very inward person who is constantly thinking . He tries his best to seem happy and keep other people around him at ease but every so often he'll slip into a very melancholy state. He suffers from doubt and regret but he does his damned to overcome that emotional trauma and push forward.

Hobby: He writes novels in his spare time, he hasn't finished any of them but he keeps writing. His other hobbies include sketching , poetry, and gardening.

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Background: Isaac was raised in down town Kentucky, He grew up poor and abused mentally,physically and emotionally. He some how managed to make it to the age of 18 where he joined the Us armed forces as D-19 cav scout. He excelled in the military and was picked up by Delta force , the US army's Special forces group. He wasn't in very long, hell he barely made it through half the training, when the outbreak happened. His unit was tasked with holding onto a strong point against the massive amounts of undead. During the defensive struggle he lost his unit and his guts. He ran for the woods with his friend James. they stayed out in the sticks for about 3 months on their own, hunting, looting and pushing away from the kill zone. until one day James took an arrow the the chest. Bandits had ambushed them, David managed to kill the novices but Jame's wounds were fatal and they both knew it. James told him to take his gear and burn his body, he didn't want to turn into one of those things. Isaac did as he was ordered with a heavy heart taking what he could. James had always kept a S-F1 knife on him and had bragged about it. He made sure to keep that as well as his friends dog tags. A few months passed and he linked up with a group of survivors , they had heard of a defensive area that was suppose to be safe, He didn't believe them but being alone in the woods takes its toll and he was starved for human companionship by this point so he went along with them. About 2 weeks into their travels He started noticing odd things about the group he was with, notably how some of his gear had started to go missing, food....ammo...life saving things in theses times. until one night, Jame's dog tag was missing. Quietly he burned inside trying to figure out who had taken it. Who had taken his friend from him. He was going to find out that night...
they made camp later that night , Isaac did his normal thing but only pretended to sleep, after hours of waiting the thief made his move... The fight was one sided and quiet... Isaac tries not to think of that night but the thief's terrified eyes are forever burned into his skull as he pinned the man under him and held his mouth shut .The look of shock as Isaac slid the knife up between their ribs and flipped them on their backs, smothering any protest as they died. It took longer than he expected. He felt them struggle under him, writhing in silent agony as the knife slid deeper and deeper into their chest until he finally managed to hit the heart. They died covered in piss and blood in the dark. He dug through the thief's belongings quietly and took anything of use, but he couldn't find his friend. He searched the other two's belongings , turns out all three of them had been stealing from him or each other. He killed them both in the night and left their bodies on the side of the road strung up, "Thieves" painted in blood under their hanging bodies. He pressed on having lost all direction, until one day he came across a place .... that place was the grounds of what is now called " The Z-academy ".



(WIP I can change anything you need : ) )