Alright, found the time to set this up. It's a lot of text, I know. Just thought I'd be thorough.
Name: Bryan Dyson
Appearance/Weight: Bryan's upper clothing style shows off his military heritage. He wears a plain white shirt under his father's old Army fatigues, which he wears unbuttoned, with the sleeves rolled up to just above the elbow. On his hands he wears military grade combat gloves that were a present from his father on his twenty-first birthday. He also wears his father's dog tags around his neck, and refuses to ever take them off. His physique can best be described as "Don't fuck with this guy...", but seriously he performs rigorous exercises daily, and as a result, is at the peak of physical fitness. Bryan keeps a more casual look south of the border. He wears a pair of common Denim jeans, fastened with a leather belt adorn with a "Don't Mess With Texas" buckle. His socks are cheap cotton, and could be found anywhere from Washington State to Florida (and probably further than that). His footwear is finished off with tough steel-toe boots. He carries a medium-sized backpack for handling supplies. All-in-all, Bryan totals out with a height of 6'2" at 195 lbs.
Personality: Bryan has zero tolerance for bullshit, especially when lives are at stake. When he is told to do something, he does it; no excuses, no complaints. However, he is not a robot, and when given a questionable order, he won't blindly follow it, but he will do as told when he feels that he's been given a good reason to comply. That being said, he's usually a carefree guy when things are in the green, even tossing a joke or two out every now and then. He isn't necessarily quick to trust others, but until they've shown him otherwise, he will give them the benefit of the doubt. He is not one to run and hide, and will put his life on the line if it means it will save others. However, he isn't an idiot. If a situation pans out as nothing less than a suicide run, he'll avoid it until better means become available.
Former employment: Sergeant, Austin Police Department, Texas
Hobbies: Exercise, Gun range training, Vehicle maintenance
History: Bryan's family had served in America's military dating back to World War One. With each generation, his family became more devoted to its country. When Bryan was born, his father hoped for nothing more than for him to carry on the family tradition. However, from an early age, it was clear that Bryan may not live up to expectations. In school, he was picked on year after year. One day in high school, Bryan snapped and dislocated another student's shoulder after he filled Bryan's locker with shaving cream. He was then diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder.
Eventually, through therapy, he overcame his anger and decided to focus on his education, graduating from high school with fairly good marks. After college, he tried to enlist in the Army, but was devastated when he learned that the incident in high school got him listed as unfit for duty due to psychological issues. Eager to still work as an enforcer, he joined the Austin Police Department, barely passing his psych eval. He eventually rose to the rank of Sergeant, and earned the respect of fellow officers.
Four weeks ago, he decided to surprise his father with a visit. Leaving from active duty, he was still wearing his uniform. Opening the door, he found the house ransacked, and a figure in the corner. It was his father, in the first stage of infection. As the beast charged him, he had no choice but to draw his sidearm and open fire.
He felt as if he may as well had shot himself. He had put his father down like a rabid dog. The TV, barely functional on the floor, made it clear to him what was happening. Wasting no time, he grabbed a backpack from his old room, and some clothes from his father's old Army footlocker. As he left, he decided to take his father's dog tags with him. He had no idea where he was going, but for him, it either leave... or die.
Equipment: Army K-BAR, Beretta 92FS 15 round (with detachable silencer), one extra 92FS magazine of 9mm Parabellum rounds, Thigh sidearm holster, egg timer (for distraction purposes), AA flashlight, backpack (20 lbs. capacity), compass.
Kill-Skill - "Duck and weave". Zombies are often slow, stupid, dedicated things of chaos. That knife you carry is not. Zombies wanna touch you, but a knife touches them first.
Survival skill - 'Minute man'. Combat training, military background, training regimens. A battle? You are
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