Name: Doctor Alexis Masaryk
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Appearance: Standing at 5’11”, Alexis is thin to the point it appears a stiff wind could tip him over. His hair is a light brown, cropped short and just starting to turn grey. Alexis was once a business casual kind of guy (under a labcoat, of course), but the recent apocalypse made him reconsider his wardrobe. He’s taken to wearing a set of brown work pants, some trainers and a ratty grey zipped-up hoodie. He protects himself from fungal spores with a white woodworking facemask, having drawn a smiley face on the front.
Weapons: TZ-75, chambered in .40 S&W and carried in a hip holster, and a collection of wickedly sharp medical instruments held in handmade holsters on his person. These include an irresponsibly large amount of scalpels, a set of rib spreaders, and a bone saw. 
Supplies: Foregoing more common survival supplies, Alexis packs around what he lovingly refers to as his “Portable Hospital”; a large tan molle pack stuffed to the brim with a massive assortment of medical supplies. From bandages and splints to surgical implements, and legally questionable amounts of various medications, Alexis considers himself a walking emergency room. Of course, he hasn't completely ignored other necessities such as food and water, but anything not medically related is crammed into a small butt pouch laced into the bottom of his backpack.
Personality: Alexis’ coping method for dealing with the end of the world is to largely ignore it, appearing cheerful and outgoing to the point of blatant denial.
Backstory: Alexis’ history is hard to gather, largely because of his tendency to make up ridiculous stories about how he’s learned certain things. If everything he’s stated is true, Alexis was raised in Canada, acquired two doctorates from Devry University and the University of Jamaica, was a medical officer in the Canadian armed forces, has had 4 wives, bummed around Europe for several years as a circus performer, and was an Olympic table tennis player.