AGE: 32

PERSONALITY: Anthony knows the difference between good and evil but chooses to do what it takes to survive in the modern world. As a former gun runner for the IRA (Irish Republican Army) he did things he wasn't proud of but refuses to allow it to slow him down. He has always had to think quickly on his feet and because of that he has little patience for pointless decisions. If he has a problem with someone he has no problem with confronting them, if he REALLY has a problem with them there will be no thinking twice about shooting them in the foot while running from walkers. He has been working alone for long enough that it's hard for him to cooperate with anyone but he realizes that now that the world has gone belly up, cooperation, is survival.

BACKGROUND: Born in Oldtown, Ireland, Anthony spent most of his days either going to school, playing with the other children, or playing with fire. On his 8th birthday a man and woman came to his school claiming to be relatives and presented a piece of paper to the teacher stating that his parents were killed in a car crash between Dublin and Oldtown. Every year until his 14th birthday he was taught the ways of the IRA and learned about Irish history and why they fight. On his 14th birthday he received his first pistol and was taught how to shoot, he practiced every other day until he could hit an apple at 30 yards within a couple seconds of looking down the sights. On his 16th birthday he was given his first Assault rifle which he practiced with every-time he got the chance. By his 18th birthday his guardians introduced him to their boss and he was given his first assignment to help sabotage a government vehicle. Upon completion of the job his companions during the mission complemented him on his knowledge of firearms. From then the boss found he was best suited for gun running and that was what he did until today.

The final job he did...

"Oi, Anthony I got somethin' for ya." The boss waved over to Anthony.

"Alright, what is it?"

"Got a shipment of Fully Automatic AR15's ready to ship out from America, you up for it?"

"Aye, I'm your man boss"

"Good lad, I'll see you when you get back."

Things never go as planned, as soon as I got there all hell broke loose. Apparently some plague went ape-s*** and was bringing all the corpses back to life... T'was no my day, as I got to the cargo container to check our shipment the bastard came out of nowhere. At first only a few, then all of a sudden I was surrounded by them. I shot into the crowd but they just kept standing there looking like they wanted to eat me, I jumped from container to container looking for a way out before I noticed a small gap in the fence ahead separating the shipyard from the main street. I high tailed it over there and got out as quickly as I could never looking back...

APPEARENCE: 6"1' 190lbs
Short Dark Brown Hair (Styled to the right)
Slightly pale skin
Tribal Tattoo from left shoulder to elbow and a Shamrock tattooed on the right side of his chest
Letters IRA tattooed on index finger, middle finger and ring finger on right hand
An evil leprechaun tattooed an his right arm.

Clothing:
Black leather jacket with concealed holster on left side and removable sleeves
Skin tight black shirt
Blue Cargo Jeans with spare pistol clips in the left bottom pocket
Black combat boots with steel toe and knife sheath on left boot