NAME; Damien Ian Fereza, known to close friends as Pack.

AGE; It's hard to tell under his hood and cloak, but he is thirty-two.

SEX; Male.

APPEARANCE; Pack appears to be a dirty, sleazy homeless man to those who have never once met him in their lives. However, upon even striking simple conversation, one will realize that Pack is quite a gentleman, and not quite as bad as he seems. Pack wears a hooded, grey trench-coat that has seen better days. It has pockets this way and that, and has plenty of dirt, as well as blood, caked into the fabric. The dark grey colour has faded after years of continuous wear and tear. The hood that is always up and over Pack's face hides all but his usually grinning mouth. Underneath the coat, a dark black shirt is visible, which appears to be much newer than the coat. His pants are a regular pair of blue jeans, that seem a bit too baggy for hi light frame. Although he is a relatively small man, the many bags that are all over his person make his body appear bulbous and hunched over inside of his coat, making him seem almost surreal at first glance. The layers in his clothing have definitely helped him keep safe when near the infected. His boots are also relatively new, and are steel toed. Using pieces of scrap metal that he had previously been carrying for no reason, he turned his boots into a pair of cleats in order to kick at the infected's legs, and leave them in their tracks with ripped open legs.

Physically, underneath all of his clothing and dirt, Pack is a generically built character, other than his eyes. He stands at 5'8" and weighs about 147 lbs. He isn't well toned muscularly, other than his legs that have toned out from carrying many pounds of weight for years. He is very pale skinned, as his skin rarely sees any daylight, and he has a constant five o'clock shadow on his chin. His lips are often seen pursed into a grin, even under these dire circumstances. His face is long rather than wide, with a well structured cheek bone that gives him an almost comical look. He has short, brown hair, and fairly small ears. However, his eyes are strange to most people. The color in his eyes are very grey, and his pupils are often very small when he pulls his hood down, due to the fact that they are used to the cloaking darkness of the hood he wears. His demeanor is paranoid at best, and most people have spotted him walking slowly at night, often checking his pockets repeatedly to make sure that none of his belongings have been stolen or misplaced. Pack's voice is quiet, and fairly high pitched, and does not match the way he looks to other people.

BRIEF BACKSTORY; Pack rat. Homeless Pack Rat is what most people would call mister Fereza. To those who glanced at him from afar, he was the kind of guy you would avoid asking for directions, or keep away from at night. However, to the very few people who know him, Pack is simply a kindhearted man with a bad reputation. Pack has been living alone since he was seventeen, when his father and mother died while on a flight to Norway. No tragic plane crash, no crazed Terrorist with a plot for mass destruction and chaos: but two simultaneous heart attacks. One caused by a too high diet of slat and fats, the other caused by the trauma created by the first heart attack. They were pronounced dead within' twenty minutes. Ever since, Damien had begun keeping all objects he had come across into his possession, fearing that losing any of it would result in his forgetting his old life. Damien got his parents cars, house, pools, hotels, everything. But to Damien, this was no solace. He sold it all. He actually attempted to give it all away for free, but those he tried felt too bad for him, and always insisted on paying. By the end of his selling, Damien ended up with roughly fifty-two million dollars. And he gave it all away to charity programs. He knew money would never buy back his parents, but he hoped that his money contributions would allow another parentless child or teen to have a new home.

For fifteen years, Damien spent his time alone on the streets, only talking to familiar faces and family when he saw them. He had collected countless objects over the years, and kept every single thing that came to him. Pawning off items at several shops was his only source of income, and often times he had plenty to eat and drink. Damien eventually began to be known by those around him as Pack, seeing as he was a nice enough man to those he knew, and how Rat just seemed too mean to call any human being. He never accepted rides or change, never accepted a place to stay, even for a night, and he never once had a single regret in his life, other than not being able to trade his for his parents.

When reports of cannibalism began to break out into cities, Pack often cast them aside without a worry. However, when a man attempted to bite through Pack's coat, he knew he had been a fool not to believe. Luckily, his coat was so thick that it would more than likely take three or four of them to take him down alone. His thick leather trench coat provided just enough cover from scratches, bites, and occasional vomit, that he escaped with a small group of the homeless and made it to a shelter. Here, he gets a few looks of disapproval, but is relatively left alone to himself and his things. He has been roaming the shelter at night lately, just to make sure no one stole his things. He loved his things.

PREVIOUS PROFESSION; Pack Rat. Not quite a profession in it's own, but this allows him to have vast knowledge of city backstreets and roads. His internal map is phenomenal, and if someone makes friends with him, he will often trade goods for things he finds worth it. No money. He has a feeling that money will be worthless, soon.

OTHER; Nothing much else to say, other than I cannot wait to get into this roleplay!