Name: Icarus Ross
Class: Junkie Fag/Soldier

Intelligence: 38
Strength: 42
Agility: 39
Dexterity: 42
Personality: 40

Total: 201

Skills:
Vehicular: Rookie
Stealth: Experienced
Firearms(Small): Rookie
Military Firearms: Experienced - Special Forces
Heavy Wepons: Rookie
Resourcefulness: Experienced - Special Forces
Melee(Armed): Rookie
Melee(Unarmed): Experienced - Special Forces
Computers/Electronics: Rookie
Medical: Rookie
Lore: Experienced - boredom and the internet
Persuasion: Rookie
Literacy: Experienced - good education
Machinery: Rookie
Engines: Rookie

Weapons:
2 .45 HK USP Match's(48 rds) (in holsters in the small of my back)
1 Benelli Super Black Eagle(0 rds) (slung)
1 old, beaten M4 Carbine(27 rds) (equipped, in hands)
1 Custom Winchester 30-45(26 rds) (on the dashboard)
2 Kuhkris (in belt sheathes, on my back)
1 Throwing knife

Items:
Picanitty-Rail Mounted Laser/Flashlight Module.
Compass
Zippo, 3/4 full
Bottle 'o' Random Drugs
Pack of Camel wides, 16 remaining.
5 Flares
Dynamo Flashlight
Water-filled milk carton
1987 Ford Escort (ironically, Found On Road Dead, but i fixed it.)
HK MP5K (I've no pussy 9mm, so empty.)
Atlas
Rucksack:
First Aid Kit
Toolkit
Gun Cleaning Kit
Tom-Tom Handheld GPS (dead battery)
Satellite Phone (dead battery)
Various empty magazines
Lunchbox containing 5 ramen,12 beef jerky, 6 HUGE muffins, and 2 cans of guava juice()
A pot and two pans(clipped on)
Portable stove, w/spare petrol.
Various protein/mega-crap bars
Various Pornographic Magazines
1 Carton of Camel wides
1 (stolen) 30GB Sansa Mp3 Player
Lighter fluid injection kit
1 broken M4 Magazine containing 43 1/2 LSD Vials

Background: After high school, immediately joined the army, and selected stationing in Iraq in the special forces, where only two months in, he spent 4 months in a hospital for taking three bullets meant for his CO. after transferring to Stuttgart, Germany, he received a letter informing him of his lover's impending death from his battle with lung cancer. he couldn't leave Stuttgart because of the outbreak clogging the available travel venues(which hadn't reached Stuttgart just yet), so he stowed away on a tramp freighter en route to Brooklyn Harbor. upon arrival, he and the ship's crew were attacked, leaving him alone, again. He hot-wired an old Escort to carry his shit in. after days of driving, fighting, and raiding the occasional (police station, military outpost, mall, gun shop, pawn shop) he arrives at the hospital and searches the computer for his lover's room. he finds it and fights his way to the 12th floor, without using the elevator. he reaches his lover's room and stares at the gurney to see a very un-dead boyfriend squirming on the gurney, trying to inch closer. most of him his eaten, but Icarus recognizes him anyway. he raises his 30-30 and whispers "I love you." he then pulls the trigger and leaves the hospital and enters his Escort, broken inside.

Personality: very nice, quirky, hilarious, decently attractive. always willing to help. has no bad side(unless you're on the wrong side).
I know it's a bit long, but us writers do tend to drivel on. I might create a story further elaborating on his background, pm me if you're interested.

Appearance: 5'11", athletic build, very long scar on his chest, 'Carpe Diem' tattoo across shoulder blades on back, Gaian Tree tattoo on left pectoral, Black, short hair with pink highlights(hasn't had time for a cut), 3 GSW's on backside(tattooed around with green sunbursts), ACU boots, Boot Cut Jeans, tight black T-shirt under an ACU jacket, multiple self-inflicted cuts on arms , Blue eyes.

Edit: i've cleaned up his weaponry, removing a glock 18c, which didn't seem very practical, a hk psg1 sniper rifle, and my Five-seveNs, see as how most zombies don't wear armor. also, the machettes are now Khukris.