About 5'11", Black hair about down to his eyebrows, sea-blue eyes, black hoodie with pull over hood, wears a face mask sometimes to mask his breathing as well as a pair of hand crafted night vision goggles (They don't work super well).

Likes to keep to himself but, does it in a loud manner. He isn't shy at all, he will barge into conversations (kind of a flaw of his) even when uninvited. He especially loves comic relief, meaning that he loves practical jokes, pranks, and any kind of joke he can make in a serious situation. He usually hides his feelings with a mask of comedy and concern for others. He is always there if someone needs to talk about something they are going through, but rarely shares what is going on with himself.

He is very skilled in the art of motion. Very aerobic and agile. Not a great fighter, but knows the basics of self defense. He carries around a switchblade given to him by his father who was killed at an early age (but more on that later). Some people call it parkour or freerunning, but he calls it life. There hadn't been a day before the...outbreak, that he didn't use his skills. Can easily pickpocket someone without their noticing (like that'll be useful now) and moves silently at most times. Also, has a photographic memory and loves mysteries. His favorite being a Study in Scarlet (the sherlock holmes collection) which he can almost recite completely.

Troy began his childhood in a mansion. His first 7 years were spent in the lap of luxury, as his parents were one of the wealthier families of Chicago. He was pampered, privately schooled, and spoiled to his little heart's content. Until one day, his life was changed by 2 words..."Parents...Dead". Troy's parents had been on a "business" trip when their plane's left engine suddenly burst into flames. No one knew why or what caused the fire, but they did know that there were no survivors. Troy knew what would come next, he was smart for his age. Social services would come and take him away to live with other kids in a "no parents" home. He couldn't let that happen. He grabbed everything he had, which included a sweatshirt, two pairs of socks, a pair of running shoes and the switchblade his father had given to him for his 6th birthday. He took to the streets. A man named Thomas took him under his wing and taught him the trades. By age 10, Troy and Thomas were known as Trouble and Terror because of their tag team style. On his 15th birthday, Troy was creating his own equipment for night shenanigans when he heard a shout from outside. He ran out to discover that Thomas had been stabbed in the abdomen by a simple street mugger. His findings for the day were gone and so were his lock-picking tools. Troy lost Thomas that day, and was never the same, he deals with depression regularly. He had just turned 19 when he heard news about some sort of outbreak on someone's TV as he was passing by. That is where the story begins.
(I know I am a little late, but I would absolutely love it if I could still participate in this RP. I have put a lot of effort into my character and hope that you will give it a look.)
P.S. This is about 580 words (I go overboard XD)