Username: Eklispe
Name: Michael Tinker
Age: 18
Gender: Male
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Personality: Michael, or Tinker, as he prefers to be called is very energetic. Hyperactive and excitable while the while zombie apocalypse thing keeps him more subdued than he normally is, he is by no means gloomy. He is very protective of anything he invents. However for all his positive energy Tinker is not very trusting, he acts naive but is well versed in deception and is willing to do anything to survive. He seems to have a darker side to him...

Background: Tinker lived most of his life as a admittedly somewhat energetic, but otherwise average student. Went through school with all B+'s and didn't have a lot of friends except for those who were in the engineering class. The only class that Tinker took any interest in had excelled in. This fueled him ambition to become an inventor and his father's hobbies left all kinds of electronic misfits in the garage. The Garage become his home as soon as school ended. Tinker lived up to his name and created countless miniature device, prototypes, and other useless toys. The only other hobby Tinker indulged in was quite out of nature for his otherwise nerdy skills, boxing. Tinker was a skilled boxer but was never the best, however he did always manage to land a solid silver or bronze at the local tournaments, this gave him a great physical endurance for the upcoming trails.

The zombie virus spread to his town on the same day as his birthday, Tinker was driving his birthday present out of town for it's first test run. When he came back it was already over, the half-hour he had spent driving had been enough time for the town to became corrupted. Tinker drove back into town full of the excitement of having finally driven his own car. Zombies slowly attempted to drag it down and at first Tinker slowed down for them, but as they got closer he saw their rotted bodies and terrified sped up and drove out of town. When night fell he carefully snuck back into his house on the outskirts of town, he retrieved two of his favorite toys from the garage, his taser fists. As he opened the door back into his house, his zombified mother stumbled out, he reflexively punched her in the head, knocking it clean off and killing the brain through electrocution. His father stumbled out after her and suffered the same fate, horrified Tinker simply stood there staring at the bodies. He sat down and simply stared at them. At least an hour later he finally roused himself from his reverie and set to work.

 He quickly decided that his Taser Fists were impractical and should only be used as a last resort. He fashioned himself a metal quarter-staff for an effective means of self defense. He handcrafted a small amount of effective hand-grenade. Slowly, one by one, he killed almost everyone he knew as they slowly eventually came by his house. He became quite practiced in the use of his Quarter-staff, and after a month or two he decided to leave. Partly from a lack of food and partly to find someone who wasn't already dead.

Equipment- Metal Quarterstaff,several packs of Ramen, several water bottles, sleeping bag, a hiking backpack. and custom-made hand grenades.