Name: Benjamin (Benji) Sherwood

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Appearance: BenJii stand's roughly 5'11". He weighs around 230 lbs, most of that is muscle. His arms are littered with tattoo's. The one he prizes above all else is a skeleton's head and shoulders with a rose in it's mouth, that's so big it cover's almost his entire back. Along the stem of the rose is the name of his daughter's name, birth date (Lizzie, 12/21/2011) and in newer ink is Lizzie's death date. His long brown hair is pulled into a pony tail. His goatee has grown long enough to hide his neck. His eye's a bluish green color.

Clothing: On his torso he wears a cut off tee with a flaming skull with a skeletal snake slithering in and out of the eye's and the head exits' out of the mouth. Over the shirt is a leather biker jacket. It has his club membership patch (The Grim Reaper with his scythe on his back riding on a motorcycle with flaming wheels and leaving a trail of flames behind him) on his left arm. On the back of the jacket is a the head of the Bald Eagle over the Harley-Davidson logo and in the background is the American Flag. His jeans are torn in a few places, and their being held up by a belt that has a set of three holes through out the length of the belt. His shoes are a true piece of work. They're entirely made of leather, have a 2 inch heel's on them, there's a skull on a 'button' on the out facing sides of the boots, and they come complete with steel toes.

Likes: Guns, fighting, Bikes, and killing.

Dislikes: People touching his motorcycle, mercy, liars, and drugs

Weapon: Before the outbreak he always had two 9 mm pistols to carry around, one in a shoulder strap holster and the other was stuffed in his pants in the small of his back. He bought one legally and the other one, he acquired it using less than savory methods. In his saddle bags he carried a shotgun that was in pieces. He kept the firing pin in his jacket pocket. He bought that legally. After the outbreak he started carrying his shotgun on his back. In his right boot is a 6 inch blade.

Personality: Benjii doesn't trust anyone, period. He never did and he never will. He didn't even trust his brothers in the club. He's always makes decisions based on what would be better for him in that point in time. If joining a group would make him live longer, then he would. If a group would slow him down, he walked away. Benjii has also learned that the real enemy are other humans. A zombie is going to kill you the moment you meet them, a human will string you along for a spell and then kill you the moment you're out cold. He believes that the zombies are going to win this fight. It's been made clear to him: The Earth has given up and unleashed hell upon us. It wants to start again. He wants to die of old age in this time, he wants to prove that Mother Nature has got nothing on him. Benjii is jagged around the edges, he has a bad temper and can be mean sometimes, but everything he says in the one hundred percent true. He hates liars. If he liked he would have to hate himself.

Background: Benjii began prospecting for The Club when he 16 and he got his license. He hung around the local bars with his fake ID and became friends with the chapter's president. It took him 5 long years to get sworn in. He had to kill a few people, run guns, collect 'donations' but, the only thing he would never touch was drugs. His mother was a heroin addict. He didn't want anything to do with drugs. The president respected his wishes. He met his wife when he was 21, she was hanging around at their local bar. He fell in love and married her. He swore that she would never get mixed up in Club business. It was against the unspoken rule of the biker gangs to kill a man's family. The grudge was only for him, not the wife and kids. It had been a year after they married, they had a daughter and Benjii tried to come home more often to see Lizzie. A new club had set up shop in the city. Benjii had crossed them by killing one of their members as a message to show who ruled the streets. They retaliated and the next day he found his wife and child dead. He died on the inside. He didn't care about anything anymore.He grieved for his daughter more than he grieved for his wife. A year later the outbreak happened