Name: James Lawson.
Nickname: Jamie.
Age: 27
Race: Human.
Personality: He does not have a problem with other people getting their own ways, as long as he gets his own way at the same time. He’s absolutely ruthless in pursuing his goals. That being said, he also has a softer side that almost never shows but is there nonetheless. He'd rather die than let anybody know that, though.
History:
Pre-apocalyptic life:
James lived in a small town in the state of Nebraska together with his father and mother.
Since he was a kid he shown a big interested for wild life, animal fauna and its behavior, hunting and tracking. He went on hunting trips together with his father, learning how to survive and move in the wilds, and becoming a quite good shooter given his rather short age.
He grew up there and became the manager of a local hunting/fishing store.
Apocalyptic life:
James took advantage of the weekend, grabbed his truck, a hunting rifle, ammunition and the other required items and went on a hunting trip. He hunted a few animals and slept in his tent for four days without even turning the radio on to hear the recent news. He had left his phone and everything unneeded at home.
By the fourth night, he packed everything up, got into his truck and drove back into town. Everything was so calm; a few cars seemed to be missing from their houses, and their lights off. James didn’t mind those changes and stopped by his store.
He took the keys out from his pocket and unlocked the door stepping in and left the door open as he’d get out soon. He walked out from the store for a moment to get the hunting carbine and place it back but was stopped by a figure whose face wasn’t recognizable under the dim lights of the street. James was holding the rifle as the stranger stepped forward; the male seemed so strange, he resembled the zombies from TV shows and videogames. James chuckled as he thought it was some joke, and aimed the rifle at the ‘zombie’, yelling ‘boom’. This putrefactive guy charged at him and tackled him, rushing down for his carotid, fortunately the rifle was between them and James could stop the attack. He rolled over onto the attacker, taking his knife out from his waist holster and rising it into the air, as the creature’s aggressiveness didn’t diminish, in fact increased, James put the hunting knife down forcefully, driving it through its skull.
Soon enough, more of those strange creatures showed up, he pumped his bolt action rifle and started to shoot at them, desperately and scared, they didn’t seem to stop by the damage; they only dropped when a bullet went through their heads. In a minute or less, the dozen of zombies were all down and James found himself crying.
Rushing into the store and grabbing a few items, he threw everything to the back of the truck and drove off without hesitation. He only stopped by his parents’ house to check on them, but they had both became one of those aggressive creatures. He broke into tears and drove off, he couldn’t harm his parents... not them…
And so the journey begins…
Physical Description: James is tall and slender, yet fairly muscular. He’s got slightly tan skin and pronounced facial features
Build: Muscular, in good shape.
Weight: 170 pounds.
Height: 6, 3 ft.
Hair: Long, messy black hair.
Eyes: Light blue.
Clothing Description:
Upper Body: A tank-top, a brown duster, regular hat, sunglasses and a scarf being worn as bandana.
Lower Body: Form-fitting trousers, combat boots.
Abilities: No special abilities.
