Name: Murdoch Guinne
Age: 23
Build: Tall and athletically built; muscles are toned and well kept. The fat ones either got fit, or died.
Eye color: Green on the outside, fading to blue on the inside, with a thin rim of gold around the pupils. [ I am not kidding, that is my actual eye colour. It's not completely golden, but still. XD ]
Skin tone: Pale, but slightly tanned.
Hair color: Black
Other: Murdoch's face is squared, angular and worn, as if he's been out on the road for a while....or he's seen some terrible things. His eyes flick around quickly, taking in all of his surroundings at once, and he never relaxes his guard. His face, when uncovered, has a few scars; one running the length of the left side of his face from his forehead down to his cheek, past his eye; one underneath his right eye, going from mid-eye to just an inch away from his ear; and a small, two-inch-long scratch just above his right eye, at a diagonal angle. Underneath his armour and clothing, the scars continue; one across his left shoulder along where his clavicle is, one across the right pectoral - where he is also missing a nipple - one across his stomach, a few crisscrossing his back and a couple down his legs. He has obviously been through a lot...but good luck getting him to tell you about it.
Current outfit: Murdoch and his friends had always talked about what they would do in the event of a zombie apocalypse...well, this was his chance. The first thing he did after hitting the supermarket and effectively raiding all of the tinned goods and long-keeping items [like crisps and rice] was to head to the sports store. Unlike the others, who had grabbed baseball bats and hockey sticks, Murdoch outfitted himself with some rather interesting equipment; his first layer is just the basic underwear, followed by a black t-shirt and a pair of tracksuit bottoms. Over the top of those, he has a pair of rough-wearing jeans and a black leather jacket. The jacket has slits cut in it in the back, and has two zippers, one interior and one exterior, to stop him from overheating. Under his jeans, he has a pair of sturdy shinguards and kneepads, along with a groinal cup and a pair of elbow pads under his jacket. On his hands he wears a pair of full-finger black cricket gloves to keep his fingers warm and protected, and on his head he wears a black half-face hockey mask and a pair of black sunglasses. His hair is protected by a woolen hood that he stitched to the lining of the jacket, and is cut somewhat short to keep him from being gripped by it by a raider or a zombie. His feet are protected by a pair of heavy duty walking boots and two pairs of thick tube socks.
Current weaponry: The trick is having a weapon for every eventuality, but still travelling light. It helps that Murdoch is a military history fanatic and made a habit of collecting historical weapons; he walks around with a modern hunting crossbow slung across his back - since sound is what draws most of the zombies, and bolts can be retrieved - a Roman Gladius that he bought a few years ago and, since the outbreak, has sharpened to a deadly edge, and a short but deadly switch knife just in case. He also has a handgun strapped to his leg, with two magazines of ammo, but he tries not to use it too much. In his car - which is similarly tooled up - he also has a large amount of alcohol, rags and matches for molotov cocktails and some duct tape. Because...well...duct tape.
As for his car, well, there's not much to tell; it's a small, fuel-efficient five seater with the back seats always folded down to allow for more storage space. The lining has been ripped out from the doors and walls and replaced with phonebooks and magazines that he managed to find, effectively bullet proofing the car from anything short of armour piercing weapons. The windows are not similarly reinforced, but having even a half-bulletproof car is sure to be an advantage. The tires have been filled with foam sealant - of which he has some spare supplies - to help reduce the damage from punctures, and the wheels have been outfitted with small chains to help cross difficult terrain. The front of the car has been outfitted with a small angled snowplough to shunt zombies out of the way, a set of floodlights to illuminate foggy or dark areas and a relatively low-hanging skirting board that runs all the way around the car that stops zombies getting caught underneath, but high enough not to catch on every speed bump. The windows have small grills fitted on the outside to help stop the car being broken into, and there are two extra fuel cans in the back, each - for the moment - full of siphoned or stolen gas. Also in the back, covered by a tarpaulin cover, are his supplies; food that won't go off anytime soon like crisps, rice, tinned foods and cans, cutlery to open and eat the food with, some basic cooking equipment like matches and a basic camp cooking kit, some alcohol for molotovs or the occasional shot, extra fabric, changes of clothes, water bottles that are filled up at every opportunity, the basic medical supplies that he could find that weren't already pilfered, camping sleeping gear and a few extra bits and pieces that came in handy and that were lying around when the apocalypse struck.
In addition, as a result of being bullied as a kid, Murdoch is used to both street fights and being outnumbered, and has also trained to a high standard in two martial arts, namely Judo and Karate. Though his formal training has since stopped, he knows enough to know how to fight effectively unarmed if he has to...though his speed is somewhat hampered by his makeshift armour.
Personality/partial history: No-one alive really knows what Murdoch was like before the outbreak...but only a short time in, and he is cold as ice. He isn't hostile, per say, but he is cautious, cynical and coldly ruthless; the sorts of traits that keep you alive, but don't win you many friends. If you earn his trust or loyalty, you can be damn sure he'll pull through, but don't expect any favours. In this world, for him, it's survive at any cost...better you than him. The interesting thing is, his supplies are rather extensive...a feat for one man alone to gather, wouldn't you say? He never talks about his past, but for somebody to be so cynical and distrustful...something very bad must have happened.
Traits: Cynical.
Distrustful.
Cautious, but ruthless.
Calculating and logical.
Loyal to those that prove themselves to be worth his time.
Is that OK? Or too much? Problem is, I don't know how long the apocalypse has been going on for. I would assume for at least a few months if the army and government has already broken down and the infection has spread, but I could be wrong.
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