((Just for future reference, I'm basing my character off of myself, just older and maybe a little bit more in shape. Different name ofc, other than those I can do pretty much everything that I state.))
Name : Carrigan Carlow
Age : 24
Family : Unknown
Weapon : Katana (Skilled), Throwing knives x 4 (skilled) Bow (Skilled), arrows x 10 (Quiver, Side) Shoddy Hand gun (Not very Skilled), 4 bullets in mag.
Skills : Parkour (Quite skilled), Bow and Arrow, Throwing Weapons, Swords, Hand to Hand Combat, Makeshift weapon crafting (Decent), Tactics. ((I have a lot of spare time on my hands))
Personality : Calm in almost any situation, friendly, willing to help with what is needed. Brave, not afraid to get his hands dirty.
Bio : Carrigan was a street performer before the zombie invasion. Juggling knives, Devil Sticks ((Search them up on youtube if you don't know what they are, they're pretty interesting)) and some acting. He didn't know who his family was when growing up, he grew up as a street urchin, making a living out of what he could. He developed many survival skills this way. ((Fortunately this is not true in my real life, DW))
Carrigan crouched on the 16 foot rooftop he had slept on. It was clear except for an air vent for conditioning. He decided to walk over to the pipe where he had climbed up to the rooftop when a zombie caught sight of him to see if the zombie was still there, fortunately it was clear and he was safe for now. He looked at the surrounding area. There were cars everywhere, mostly empty from people wanting to get in to the city faster, trash every where and buildings with broken windows. Carrigan decided that he should move. Staying in place for too long was never a good idea. Looking around, he found another building about 5 feet away and 3 feet higher. No problem. Carrigan took a running start and leaped for the ledge, grabbing on and hoisting himself up. Looks like all that running away when he was young was coming in handy.
Carrigan repeated this process until he came to an abandoned road, there were no cars in sight. There was however a little shack that looked as if it had been fortified. There was only one thing wrong. There was an infected man in the path. Carrigan knew that if he was to get to the shack he would have to eliminate the man quickly and silently. He took his bow in his hand and took aim. The man was only about 40 feet away, an easy enough target. Carrigan drew a shaft and aimed down it, adjusted the height and let loose. The arrow flew through the air and hit the zombie in the lower calf. Carrigan swore under his breath and drew another arrow quickly
"This one won't miss..." He nocked the arrow and let loose again as the zombie turned to face him. The zombie opened it's mouth to let loose a moan and caught the arrow right in the forehead. Carrigan climbed down the short building and walked over to the zombie with an arrow nocked on his bow. He approached the body and seeing that it was really dead retrieved his two arrows, one of which had broken. He threw the arrow away and continued to the shack. As he approached the shack he called out softly
"Is anyone alive there?"((I hope this isn't too long and detailed. Give me some input on what you think, as I am always looking to improve ^^ P.S. This bird. Is Amazing
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(Arrows x 9 now)
