User:KaiSelbstlos
Kai Selbtlos
Leader of the Ronin
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Description Shogun to 'The Ronin' he usually travels alone. Commonly seen with a black sword on his back. The left side of his face is scarred from his first zombie encounter, a permanent reminder to always be on guard and to trust nobody.
Wearing: Although his clothes change, he usually wears a tan coat with black trousers and a dark green t-shirt. A rucksack on his back with shotgun clipped to the side, pistol in its holster on his leg.
Pvt Stanley
A commanding officer for the Fort Perryn Defense Force
Description A quiet man, loyal to none. He likes to work alone. He is medium height, a medium build, medium length hair... basically he looks like your average survivor. However, his eyes hold something different. They seem to be hiding something. Almost as if he is looking past everything else in the room, fixed on something you cant see. He is lost in thought while cradling the gun in his hand. He still wears his first set of dogtags from Fort Perryn, on the back of the tags is a little tally, one for each person he has failed. Its a permanent reminder to push himself harder, further, longer. To always be the last man out, and to sacrifice himself, so he doesn't have to watch another person fall where he was meant to.
Wearing: Pair of battered Fort Perryn dogtags around his neck. A black jacket with tan trousers. Sturdy black boots encase his feet, battered, but still in one piece.
Pvt Stanwell
Adventurer -- On/Off Recruit of Skynet Defense Network
Description Battle hardened & experienced. He has done his fair share of the fighting. Entering Malton as a scout unit on the status of Malton, he is trapped, alone... & deadly. He watched his team butchered before his eyes, only managing to help 3 of his team to escape. They holed up in derelict Fort Creedy which had been recently abandoned. They set about fixing the place up, rallying survivors. It didnt last long, the zombies broke through and they scattered. As they fled, a group of murderers ambushed them, killing the last of his mean, and leaving himself for dead. He awoke a couple of days later underneath the body of Pvt Jones. He staggered across the street, and swore revenge on the men who killed his brothers in arms. He searches still to this day. The creedy dogtags remind him of his mission and the men he seeks. He is a well built, average height, pistol in hand, he stares out the window watching the skyline. He has light brown hair and untidy stubble covering his face.
Wearing: Pair of battered Fort Creedy dogtags around his neck. A black jacket with black cargo trousers. Sturdy black boots encase his feet, battered, but still in one piece.
