Name and/or Nickname: Colin 'Col' James Lu

Age: 29

Group: Survivor

Role: The Rogue

Personality: Before the apocalypse, Colin Lu was a calm man, nice to those even downright disrespectful to him. Now he's a man with an explosive temper and a short fuse, but he tries to refrain from snapping at those he considers his friends, but his aggression was just a deception, a facade. Another mask that he wore. Inside was a scarred man, not broken, but nearing it. He does his best to be his best, towards his friends anyways. He takes it upon himself to protect his friends, often taking it hard when he fails. Overall, don't piss him off. He's as likely to crack a joke with you, or shoot you in the head.

History: Born just outside Norfolk, Virginia to Jessica and Gabriel Lu, Colin was the first born in the soon to be family of four, a brother was born two years after he was, and they were close. Brought up mostly by being home schooled for his primary years, he demonstrated a highly curious and intelligent mind, with a thing for numbers and math. His father was a hobbyist hunter, and a good one at that. Sometimes, they even earned a little money on the side from selling the meat he got from hunting deer, boar and moose.

Colin joined his father on the hunt at age 6, though he only got to fire a rifle at age 9. At age 10 he got his first kill. A large deer, straight through the head. From there he only got better. At age 13, his parents decided it was time for him to get a more formal education. So they sent him to a public school not too far from his home.

There he was a rather normal child, though not so adept at social interaction he made a few friends, impressed when he demonstrated his honed accuracy using a BB gun. In time he settled in, and even did some parkour in his spare time as well as take Muay Thai classes and even won a few amateur matches with. He enjoyed the freedom of climbing and jumping the urban sprawl and the all out fighting that went on during his sparring and matches. By age 16 he already knew what he wanted to do when he grew up, to join the Norfolk Police Department and possibly be a Sniper. When he reached the age of 18, graduating at the top of his class, he applied to join the NPD.

A few years later, he got landed in SWAT, with the position of Sniper and he got close to his squad, regarding them as friends, brothers, sisters even. Two years later and with several operations under his belt and a total of fifteen lives saved with his accuracy. To save those fifteen, he took five. For a while, he could see those who he shot when he slept, but after the third, he decided to forget and forget he did. He even got a nickname for it. 'The Forgetful Sniper'. When the virus hit he was on an operation and by the time he realized what was happening inside that warehouse, it was already too late. His squad all infected, all turned. From his vantage point, he shot all of them. One by one. Watching them drop like flies against his fire. He returned home and he won't tell anyone what he saw or what happened, but people can guess well enough.

Weapon of choice:

A Sako 85 Finnlight, chambered in .308 Winchester. A gift from his father when he joined the NPD SWAT, he preferred to use this instead of his issued rifle. Customized with a single skull in the space below the bolt and above the trigger guard. The rifle was based on a design that was in production many years ago, and it still retains the rifles traits, lightweight, accurate and powerful. When not using a rifle, he likes to use a rather large wrench, solid and weighty. Good enough to smash a couple of Zed skulls. When unarmed he relies on his Muay Thai training to try and disable the opponent, though if he's unarmed and fighting Zeds he'd be more likely to run than fight.

Habits/Vices: Colin Lu has an affinity with his rifle, meticulously cleaning it and polishing it at least once a day. He gets rather agitated when he doesn't do this, as its comforting to him. Though since he's been doing this everyday for the past 3 years the Apocalypse has been going on, he's proficient with the disassembling, cleaning and reassembly of his rifle.

Are people basically good, or basically evil?: Colin prefers to think of people as two sided, their outside and their inside. Two different sides of a coin. Similar yet different. He's willing to give people he meets a first chance, but once that chance has been lost its going to be hard to get it back.

Physical Description:


Colin stands at 1.83/6ft and weighs 70 kilograms, his body is mostly comprised of muscle fitting over his average frame. He's not muscle bound but he's not skinny either, more like somewhere in between. He prefers to keep his face clean shaven and his hair short, more out of practicality then anything else. Possessing black hair and dark brown eyes from his mother and most of his facial features from his father. He usually wears a black T-Shirt with the words SWAT on the upper back and chest area, colored white. Over that he wears his SWAT vest, marked with a few bullet holes the plate carrier has done him well, with the steel plate stopping even rifle rounds. The weight does restrict his movement however and he usually removes the steel plate when not fighting actively. He wears a set of trousers, dark blue in color, with at least four pockets, two at the hip and two on the thigh. In these he usually carries a packet of .308 rounds in a small zip lock bag, with a larger one in his backpack. His pack is not a large one but it has enough space for another two sets of his T-Shirt and another set of pants similar to the one he wears. With his clothes backed, he can fit a half a dozen magazines inside along with a bottle of water and some food.

Writing Sample:
Lifted from a previous RP.

Jerome limped away from the set of traps that he only narrowly avoided. He could even hear the damned things, and he didn't want to be there when they came back. Three buildings down the street he saw a pharmacy.

Seems like a good enough place to wait them out. Hopefully no one else had the same idea.

He pulled out the Ruger SR22 pistol from his belt, silenced with a jury-rigged can silencer. Though it would wear out after a few shots, some silenced shots were better than none. He held it in front of him as he sneaked towards the pharmacy, careful to not make too much noise. He looked at the backdoor as he approached the pharmacy. Weighing up his options, he guessed he'd have a more likely chance to draw less attention if he entered from the back. Trying the door, he found that it was unlocked.

Seems like my lucky day.

He stepped into it, closing the door silently behind him. As he turned the lock he heard the front door creak and footsteps told him someone else was in the building. He held up the pistol and crept closer to the actual store front. Through the doorway he could see a woman standing near the front door, and as he looked down he saw another woman crouching down behind the old desk. Not knowing if either of them had noticed him he braced himself against the door frame, hopefully hiding his body from their view as he aimed his pistol at them, ready to fire just in case one of them seemed unfriendly and too out of their mind to listen to reason.