(I Still Have No Idea What I'm Doing, Bear With Me Here.)
"Whack And Smack Then Knock Back, Make Sure They Don't Come Back."
Infected Whacked: 774 (Will Update Whenever I Do It)
Fools (Humans) Whacked: 7 (Same Here)
Identity Info:
Name: 'Packer'
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Previous Occupation: Secret Underground Nightclub Bouncer/Black Market Arms Dealer Working With A Hidden Unknown Gang Called "The Skeleton Squad"
Current Occupation: Survivor
Appearance Info:
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Nationality: Canadian
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 190 lbs
Build: Strong And Athletic
Hair Color: Brown
Hairstyle: Short And Messy
Facial Hair: Medium Groomed Beard
Eye Color: Blue Eyes
Strengths:
- Skilled/Experienced In Hand To Hand Combat
- Steel Chinned; Can Take A Bunch Of Punches In The Face Like It's No Big Deal (In Other Words, He's Just Tough)
- Basic Knowledge Of Ranged Weaponry (Self Taught)
Weaknesses:
- Can Be Stupidly Brave
- Does Whatever He Wants Whenever He Wants
- Can Be Reckless From Time To Time
Injuries:
- Fractured Lower Left Leg (Recovering Slowly)
- Mild Concussion (Recovered)
Present Thought:
"I'm gonna find whoever that guitar playing freak is and whack the fool for what he did to my leg!"
Relationships:
Adrian: Some military guy with a Stryker, I dunno.
Aiden: Gave me a second chance for when I got drunk in the middle of the wild lands, I can respect that.
Alexander: Some politician trash.
"Chum": Annoying freak that literally only says "yup, yup, yup." Makes me just want to whack the fool already.
"Dice": A bad-ass and a great guy... Like me.
Felix: Some other military guy, once again... I dunno.
Guitar Man: Whoever and wherever you are, I promise you... When I find you, you'll wish you've never messed with me.
Matila: Trusted me to keep her secrets, at least there's someone that actually trusts me. I appreciate that.
Owen: The only person to actually not ignore me and tell me the damn radio frequency after I've been asking people for hours, I'm thankful for that.
