Age: 26
Gender: Male
Weight: 180lbs
Height: 5'11
Distinguishing Features: Jagged frays of red hair. A red beard that has thickened considerably over the course of time since the outbreak. Venomous green eyes. His left arm is overladen by a tattoo; a half-sleeve composed of a myriad of blacks, blues and reds. The phrase "Lord Have Mercy" is tattooed on his left pectoral in Gaelic a few inches above the nipple, but it is covered by his shirt. He is clothed in a white undershirt with a faded green jacket resting atop it. His pants are torn blue jeans, and his feet are clad in scuffed black boots. In his right ear is a fake diamond stud.
Fears: Cliff is unsettled by the uncertainty the future holds now that the Rage virus has broken out.
Personality: Cliff sometimes acts with a wit that is dry and serious, spoken with tones of cynicism. He can be an asshole, but his emotionally detached behavior allows him to remain calm in situations that might cause others stress. In a situation that might call for a decision, Cliff is the kind of person that would lean towards "the greater good", doing what is safest for himself regardless of morality under most circumstances. Despite all of this, he is a child at heart, lingering in his father's shadow.
History: Cliff was born at a U.S. Marine Corps base in West Germany (When it was still West Germany) in August of 1984. In July of 1990, his mother died from breast cancer. His father, a Marine Corps Jump Master, was left in charge of the motherless child. Cliff's father pushed him hard, but Cliff never pushed back. Instead, he pushed away from his dad, adopting a rebellious lifestyle through-out his teenage years in Boston. From the time he was 15 until the time he turned 21, Cliff hung out with a bunch of Irish thugs. Years of street fighting and general petty crime made him adapt at both lock picking and hand-to-hand confrontation. Though Cliff was only of decent stature, he was athletic and his body was mostly lean mass. Not to mention he had some of the quickest wrists imaginable. When Cliff was almost 22, his father died in a car accident, leaving Cliff behind his green Marine Corps jacket (Which Cliff now wears) and a small inheritance. Cliff decided he would disassociate with his old crew, and decided to move to [the town this RP takes place in] as he contemplated what to do with his life. Now 26, Cliff had yet to have an epiphany and was still meandering through jobs. But where he struggled with identity in the real world, he would find himself a better role amongst the infected.
Weapons: None yet. Though he does have cigarette's.
Skills: Exceptionally fast with his hands and capable of picking basic locks (Non-Electronic).