.:Character's Name:. Cassius
Physical Description
......:Age: 26
......:Gender: Male
......:Height: 6ft2
......:Weight: 180lbs Athletic/muscular build
.....:Nationality or Skin: Caucasian
......:Hair Color: Dark Brown
Clothing and Garments
.......: Tattered and worn in terms of clothing apparel. Still wears his military jacket and a pair of distressed denim jeans tucked into mud-laden combat boots. On his right-wrist is a black leather strapped watch with a cracked clock face.
Inventory: Carries a leather satchel with limited medical supplies stored for easy access in the outer pocket. In the main compartment lies an array of currently unusable ammunition. In terms of consumables there is one unlabelled tin can of an unknown food product and a small bottle of water. Keeps a metal flask, which holds a generous amount of whiskey, concealed within his inner jacket pocket along with a packet of cigarettes. Strapped across his shoulder is a holstered hunting rifle and a combat knife tucked into his jeans.
Biography: Once a caring, sensitive young man who had high hopes and ambitions having just been accepted into a tactical branch of the military. When the virus hit, he was posted in Denver, tasked to eliminate the infected that plagued the city. The outbreak was uncontrollable and as panic spread across the city, he witnessed the demise of them all. One by one, they died and he endured to walk away, which was a reminder that haunted him every time he slept and every time he woke. ‘Why?’
......:Personality: Fiercely independent after spending months fending for himself after the outbreak. Brash and daring, even more so after drinking. Inside he is deeply troubled and may have a softer side, though it is yet to be exposed.
......:Talents/Merits: Exceptional fighting and survival skills gained from time spent with military before and during the outbreak.
......:Inabilities/Flaws: Shows signs of alcoholism which he has turned to as a way to cope. Temperamental vision (has the ability to affect his weapon aim ) in right-eye, which is permanently glazed with redness. Is certainly not a skilled diplomat which is partly down to why he’s alone.