Felix Carter

[Xander 0]

Name:

   Felix Andrew Carter

Age:

28

Physical Description:

         6'2" in height. Has a well trained muscular build. He's about two hundred and thirteen pounds. Is full caucasian american. He has a well kept beard. Brown short hair. Pair of hazel eyes. Tattoo sleeves of tribal markings going from the wrist all the way towards the breasts on his chest on both arms. Animal inflicted scars on his chest, neck, and forearms.

| Loved | Family | Friends | Positive | Neutral | Disliked | Hated | Hostile |

Natasha Kusanagi - She seems to be the person in charge of most actions involving the camp. More of a Chief of Security, by Alexander's words. I trust her as she not only heard my side of a situation but also the other person's. She's thorough and doesn't deserve to deal with drama for what's on her plate. Sorry for causing trouble.

Adrian Parker - Private from the 36th Infantry, met when he pointed a gun on me which I don't hold against. I would've done the same thing easily, to be honest. Strangers are hard to trust nowadays, and I'm glad we both bonded well. He understands what I do and why I do it, vice versa. Hard to see that in my life, calling him a brother in arms is no issue.

Jamie Udensky - Known him a bit from Backston's friend group. Good guy, he tries his best to pull his weight when asked for it with no argument, someone the group seems to of been missing. Just came around recently the same time I was accepted for Security Team, glad to have his presence back.

Backston Dewar - You tried to start high school bullshit over an incident two adults that were actually involved handled within hours, and you dragged it on for two days, and decided it was okay to threaten me with Rikki, pulling your weapons on me in the bunker. Tells me who I should take if I'm forced between people to save, as childish as it sounds. But that shit, I won't take lightly.

Oliver Thompson - Alright man, found him stuck on a roof-top in the Wildlands surrounded by a horde and managed to get him out. Supposed Royal Marines boy, far from home. Surprising, but I guess the Brits' spared a few men when we had shit to deal with. He's been providing and been helpful with the bunker by giving loot-able locations. Let's hope the information is worth the risk.

Owen Amendola - Good lad. He's more socializing lately and informed me of his family's death. Kinda fucking sad, and I know that gut-wrenching feeling well. Shit sucks, I've been through it. I've had to deal with this shitty world alone, and no one deserves it. But he's been keeping himself together. Glad to be there for him.

Ana Inasa - Some woman I've met who's also friends with Jamie and Backston. She's been alright and sometimes gotten in to situations where I had to treat her like a princess, which sounds really dumb and cliche but as long as she's fine, that's all I count. She's helpful when she can, and is a good cook.

Alexander B. - Some politician Adrian and Natasha met. He seems alright and is caring for the groups of survivors that're now in their small but growing community. I'm gonna say this place is getting better status, and he seems like a good councilman. Don't know much else, though.

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Backstory:

 **Felix was born on August 12, 1992 in Arthur, Nebraska. He was raised only by his father throughout his childhood, though the most he remembers was how his father being a drinker and that they'd be on the constant moving around the state of Nebraska. He grew this mind setting that trying to make friends in each new place he'd be at for just a few months was pointless to attempt, since he wouldn't get to see them again and began to form this mind set to not be very social-able with others. Felix, throughout his schooling presentations, was doing well since all he had to do at home was school work. He studied hard and kept to the books, doing pretty well throughout his age. When he was 14, it was the start of high school in Dakota City and that his father told him that they were gonna stay there till Felix had finished high school. He stuck with the basic classes at the start, however as he proceeded through high school, he was told he had to start doing advanced classes since his GPA was to high for basic classes. He took Geometry CP, Algebra CP, and so forth. He later graduates as the class of 2010 with a 3.7 GPA.

    ** In the same year he graduated, he joins the US Army 6 months later. He pursues the role of a 'multi-channel transmission systems operator-maintainer', which basically means he does maintenance work on radio-devices, antennas, anything related to making radios operational. He decided this profession since he was planning for a well paying job when he was out of service, since many opportunities required antenna maintenance. He decided that this could be a new start, a new way of a changing thought process since he knew he had to talk with other people since this was very different than high school and he wouldn't be able to shrug people away. Felix had served in to the Army for a year state-side as he was posted in Minneapolis, Minnesota . Later, he was deployed overseas in eastern Afghanistan and experienced combat for the first time in his life. He was scared during his first engagement, hunkered down against a dumpster while his convoy going through a town had gotten ambushed. He felt small, unable to muster to peek out and fire back. His team leader had managed to move up to him and snapped his fingers to grab Felix's attention. He looked up as he heard his officer say to him while bullets whizzed by,"Inhale, count to 4, exhale, count to 4. You'll be fine kid! Come on, we need you!". His hands was filled from the officer putting his service rifle in them, which he began to inhale and count to himself. His team leader moves back and used his handheld radio to talk to the other troops. That day kept to his head for the rest of his service, as he did fully 4 years in Afghanistan yet he never regretted the deployment since he felt a sense of brotherhood, his attitude being that he's more accepting to those who experience fighting like he did. He was pulled back to Minneapolis, Minnesota. Oddly, he missed the city life at the base in Minneapolis.

    ** He was ranked as a Lance Corporal after another year being stationed in Minneapolis at Saint Paul Joint Air Reserve Station, which was 7.1 miles south-southeast of Minneapolis. Though, on the day the outbreak started, he was at his desk while he was watching the news on the ceiling attached TV in the office room. He looked up to find a news chopper was flying over what looked like a riot, which he was thinking to himself,"People these days...being ignorant as he-". Then he stopped, watching the news closely as the camera zoomed in and he found people were biting others. He felt confused, before his radio erupted that all hands had to get armed and ready. The first day of outbreak, his base was setting up tents and all to prepare to shelter citizens until evacuation was going to start, which was scheduled later in the week. A few dozen troops were stationed on guard duty for the air force base, as citizens transported on buses were brought in but first quarantined by the National Guard. Those who came in to contact of the infection, he saw being put on buses while 4 soldiers went with each bus, never to see them again. He felt that continuing to stay caged in was just asking to have a internal outbreak in the base and spread concern towards his higher ups when he was told to shut up and keep doing what he was ordered to do. Months passed in the first year since the outbreak, doubt resting in his mind as he was highly concerned of what was going to happen. On the start of the 6th month, soldiers were huddled in to a hangar as their commanding officers stated that they had no communication with any other bases around the state nor the nation either. That they were on their own. The officers gave the soldiers choices of what they wanted to do, and among those who wanted to leave was Carter. He wanted to leave for many reasons, but he wanted to personally adventure around the area, see what was going on in the outside world as he was huddled in the base for months on end, fixing the antennas and trying anything for any outside communication which didn't work at all. He was allowed to take his equipment as him and the group of others left the base and eventually went to their separate ways. 

    **Felix had ventured around the Minnesota country for another year, yet traveling on his own as he never had true trust after the doubting that had overwhelmed him and pressured him to want to leave. However, he had no one to blame but himself for being alone as he was the one who decided to leave. To all those he met throughout his travels, he told them to head towards the Air Station as there was still some form of military presence. He done this as more of a way to try and keep the people alive and wanting them safe, but he was struggling for himself with finding supplies now and again. However, through this year he met with a group in the woods of 7 people. He watched them from afar as he saw their numbers being an issue, as he saw how 5 of the 7 he was watching had looted police gear and rifles. The other two though made him rethink of wanting to hide, it being a woman and a boy. The boy maybe being at the age of 11 years old, as he was hit in the soft spot. A child having to be raised in this hellish world was not the best. He slung his rifle and decided to step out, walking towards them and stated out his position. The 5 men turned to him on sync and alert, but the 1 who seemed to be the leader was speaking to him and asked what he wanted. He was blunt with his concern for the boy and was in the middle of a sentence before he heard a crunch of a branch behind him. He turned and was faced with a butt stock slamming him in the face, crashing to the floor in a explosion of pain following to his chest and his ears ringing. He heard yelling that sounded distant and muffled, while he felt it hard to breath. He slowly went unconscious from this shock of exploding pain, having been shot to his plate carrier that luckily saved his life but it was looted from him as well, same with his rifle. He was found unconscious by another group, finding that he was wounded and still out cold. He was brought in to a settlement that had started in a private community, a few of them being veterans and some being the sheriff and deputies of the Wilkin county. The rest of the settlers being civilians who're relying on those who can fight for them, which later Felix wanted to do and managed to join the settlement's militia.

    **His wounds, them being 3 fractured ribs on the right of his rib cage and a broken nose, healed well except now he felt it harder to breath when pushing for stamina and hard to sleep. He was surprised to find himself in a community again after leaving the protection of the airfield. He been thinking how long he'd be able to last himself and began to feel maybe it was best to stay to himself and let others deal with their own problems. Then he felt conflicted with his own thoughts of doubt, feeling stressed as that day clearly scarred him. Felix was the type he meant his words, whatever it may be. He always spoke with honesty and was always warning people that he did mean the things he'd say. He wasn't so keen on socializing still, as he only knew a few veterans he'd only wanna keep close to. He wasn't very good at being social able, as he'd mostly say things that most wouldn't consider normal. He stuck with this community for awhile, until a big horde of shamblers decided to wonder and attack the community at night. The front gates caved in, as the back gates opened and most of the settlers drove out with their vehicles. The veterans and the law enforcement officers stayed to defend hold off the horde, but Felix was at the back gate to usher everyone out. The worst sight he seen was when the group of fighters were overwhelmed by the horde and fell. He decided it was his turn to run, as he ran from the back gate and just headed towards the woods. Carrying the gear he was given from the community from all this time as he felt he just hit rock bottom again. He decided to stick to the state of Minnesota, yet he decided to go to the mountains as he felt the shamblers would have a harder time to stand the cold weather further up.