Room for one more? ;)

Name: Victor "Vic" Hammerstein
Age: 25
Gender: male
Race: Caucasian
Appearance: [img]http://cqjssh.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/brown-hair-blue-eyes-guysblack-hair-green-eyes-men-hairframe-cqjssh-lmq9nbjr.jpg[/img]
6'2, lean and muscled build with a tattoo of a dragon coiled around his right arm.
Clothing: hiking boots, jeans, black t-shirt, OD green soft shell jacket, black tactical gloves, Oakley sunglasses
Equipment: MOLLE war belt (with x4 rifle mag pouches, x2 pistol mag pouches, Medical pouch, dump pouch) Drop leg holster,
Tan backpack (with food, change of clothes, hydration bladder and weapons cleaning kit)
Weapons: AR-15 (with ACOG scope, sling, foregrip, flashlight) Glock 19 (with night sights)
Bio/Background: Victor grew up in a poorer neighborhood in Memphis, TN and like one might expect, was exposed to violence and crime at a very young age. His mother died when he was still a toddler and with only his father's rough, firm guidance he found himself forced to mature relatively fast. He was in numerous fights throughout his youth but managed to stay away from any criminal activity and graduate high school with decent grades. Sharp as a tack but too poor to afford college, Victor enlisted in the US Army as a Cavalry Scout and did two tours of duty in Afghanistan where he found himself in several highly kinetic areas of operation. Shortly after his discharge from the military, his father passed away. Victor, unable to settle into life as "Just another guy" sought employment with several Private Security Companies and worked on several contracts in the Middle East where he again saw heavy fighting and was surrounded by violence on a near daily basis. As the years wore on, Victor came to enjoy the excitement and thrill of the violence, becoming increasingly aggressive and sadistic with each new job to the point he was fired after an incident involving several civilian deaths and injuries. Though there wasn't enough evidence (or oversight) for him to get into legal trouble, he was sent home to the states with little hope of returning to a combat zone any time soon. Forlorn, he moved a short distance away to Jonesboro, Arkansas and went on a bender for a few days. A short time before the outbreak, a wealthy family, the Calloways, hired him and a few other veteran Contractors as personal security for their mansion. A short time into the disaster, the mansion was overrun by the walking dead and Victor, in a fit of rage after an argument with Mr. Calloway, shot and killed his employer and escaped with a decent chunk of the family's supplies, slipping out in the chaos and leaving them and his coworkers to die. Since then, he has lived nomadically, scavenging or taking what he needs or wants and enjoying the total anarchy of the apocalypse.
Pre-Apocalypse: Private Security Contractor