Name: Thomas Overbian.
Age: 19 (Note; you cannot be within three years of another person's age unless the age is between 17-25 or 35-45)
Personality: Keeps to himself mostly, but is willing to work with others if it helps him too.
Appearance: Black hair, wears a grey hoodie, Caucasian, Irish-American (no accent.)
Inventory: Broken bottle, flashlight, some beef jerkey. (Backpack: Empty.)(You may not start with a gun or a sword or something crazy like that. The best you can get is a switchblade and a slingshot. Start with small stuff like a flashlight.)
Clothing: Grey hoodies, black jeans, medium black knapsack, gas mask.
Backstory*: He survived in a Apartment building for most of the infection, he just recently went outside.
Previous RPs*: 171st TFW, a stuffforgetton of others.
Skill***: Baseball Arm (great at throwing things.) Scout (parkour and good eyesight.)
"Fresh air, at last!" Thomas exclaimed as he finally broke out of the dreaded apartment building, and onto the roof. He had his gas mask off, but quickly pulled it on again. He looked around at the other buildings, the vivid colors, and the outdoors, the smell of fresh air and- and death, and the horde of crazies below, crowding at the bank.
(going to switch to 1st person next post.)
