[align=center]Headline:
"God fucking damnit."
General Information:
Full Name: Police Sergeant Daniel Fillerton
Also Known As: 'Sparks"
Age: 34
Gender: Male.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual.
Marital Status: Widowed/Uninterested.
Mate: N/A
Status: Fit and healthy. Rattled, and dirty.
Alignment: Lawful Chaotic
Morals: Do whatever is right, no matter the cost.
Threat Level: Moderate to high, depending on current armament.
Group Affiliations: Law Enforcement/Government
Date of Birth: N/A
IQ: 105
Birthplace: Detroit, Michigan
Current Residence: Traveling, N/A.
Occupation(s): Grocery Store Stocker, National Guard, Sheriff's Aide, Police Officer (Current).
Personal Quote: "Fuck. You."
Personal Information:
Attitude: Tough loving, that holds morals above anything else. He'll roast and heckle his friends all the time, but will dive on a grenade for them a split second later. While generally mute about his own personal life, he isn't afraid to listen and over advice on his friend's troubles. He has a very tough exterior, but is as soft as pillows in the inside.
Favorite Foods: Steak. Beef. Meat in general.
Likes: Action, fire, fighting, cooking, eating, laughing.
Dislikes: Unmoral behavior, assholes, dying, seeing death.
Fears: Losing his friends, and death.
Aspirations: Survival of him, and his friends.
Family: Rosita Fillerton. (Wife, Deceased)
Relationships:
Hannah Farr: We haven't spoken much, as I've ramped up my patrols even more, and stay out of town for the most part. Sorry for getting your girlfriend injured. Also, try to stop getting involved in love drama. It's more dangerous than infected.
Dottie 'Dot' Hayes: Thanks for the backup at the Humvee, and I hope you're doing alright. Glad we're getting closer, and putting the past behind us.
Officer First Class Kreg Luther: Finally another brother in blue. Maybe someone will finally understand the crap I go through.
Jayesh: Perhaps you saved my ass with that fifty, your car is still a piece of shit. I kid, but, glad to see you're manning up and not taking crap anymore.
Ethan Fogg: You really just sit on your ass, and then get off on killing people. I really don't know what to say, otherwise.
Heide: Same old. Keep helping people out, you're doing good.
Katia Patterson: A little delinquent, but she seems alright otherwise.
Backston: Probably my brother as of now. I know he gets a bad rap from everyone, and he is weird. But we spent three days of hell together, and I'm not sure if I would have survived without anyone but him.
Karl Aliske: A witch doctor that helped clean my hunter wound. But he's gone off the deep end, and will probably be put down. I can't do much to justify your life.
Natasha Kusangi(?): We probably started off a little rough, but I feel as if I can trust you, now.
Lulu: I have no idea what it would be to be a kid in this new world, but you seem to be holding your own. I got your back, and you got mine. Keep at it, kid.
Physical Information:[/b]
Nationality: American.
Ethnicity: Caucasian, Pacific Islander.
Height: 5'11
Weight: 236 LBs
Eye Color: Steel Blue.
Clothing Style: Whatever offers the most protection.
Jewelry: None.
Tattoos: A sleeve of sparks and roses up one of his arms, reaching up to his shoulder. It is rather intricate.
Physical Strengths/Weaknesses:
Incredibly fit and powerful, as he has lifted since he was around fifteen years old. His body is capable of pushing itself to its limits. However, he is getting up there in age, and his body is falling into disrepair due to old sport and work injuries, coupled with the rigors of the zombie apocalypse.
Mental Strengths/Weaknesses:
He's seen some shit, being an officer for twelve years, and survived this long in this horrible world. However, he has a soft spot for his friends, and can be rather easily manipulated.
Skills and Talents:
Strength and power.
Mental Fortitude.
Small Arms.
Leadership.
Cooking.[/align]
