Excuse my relatively bad cs :L

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[b][color=#FE2E2E][h3]Benjamin Young[/h3][/color][/b]

[b][color=#FE2E2E]Appearance:[/color][/b]
[hider=Young][img]http://user-cdn.spring.me/photos/20120604/n4fcd803ad1fbc.jpg[/img][/hider]

[b][color=#FE2E2E]Size:[/color][/b]
5'8 154 lbs

[b][color=#FE2E2E]Physical Shape:[/color][/b] 
His body is relatively fit, due to him going for frequent jogging and training. He eats well and so his body has built up to be lean and a tad muscular, he works as Police Detective's assistant, so he usually prefers to stay at his peak form. The few times Young gets called to the field has affected his Physique, somewhat.

[b][color=#FE2E2E]Age:[/color][/b] 
22

[b][color=#FE2E2E]Personality:[/color][/b]
Benjamin is as you find any newbie Detective assistant, brash, young and headstrong. He rushes headlong to help anyone who needs it, even during the apocalypse. He is relatively sociable and can get a conversation going if need-be. He has a harsh attitude towards people he deems are 'assholes', and is even harsher towards criminals who have commited murder, but can get along well with most people. In his free time away from the force, he bodes his time with his closest friends or just propping down a book or two to read, many of his friends tease him do to this peculiarity, particularly due to his age.

[b][color=#FE2E2E]Occupation:[/color][/b] 
Police Detective's Assistant.

[b][color=#FE2E2E]Equipment:[/color][/b] He wears normal light blue jeans that give him the freedom to sprint when he deems neccesarry, he usually sports a beanie and a dark colored hoodie with a light colored shirt for 'contrast'. He always wears 'unfashionable' running footwear as he finds it more comfortable than the typical sneakers that somewhat hinder movements.

He carries around a lightweight rucksack that is lightblue in color, the contents of which are basic neccessities like water, food and an emergency medical kit. His other needed items are there like perfume, toothbrush and the like.

He still carries around 'his' police badge, in memory of Josh.

[b][color=#FE2E2E]Weapons:[/color][/b]
[hider=Walter P99][img]http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/6/6c/Walther_P99_9x19mm.png/300px-Walther_P99_9x19mm.png[/img][/hider]
This weapon was provided by the force for use during emergency situations. The gun has a few rounds in it as Benjamin never really has found a use for it, and can be used to intimidate other humans.

Steel Bat
He grabbed this on his way home, relatively sturdy and still usable. Doesn't weigh him down and rests in his rucksack when it's not needed.

[b][color=#FE2E2E]Background:[/color][/b]
Beginning his life as an orphan, he never really knew the warmth of parental love, he didn't really know them nor how they passed away, they died just like that, in a [color=#F3F781][i]zoom[/i][/color] and in a [color=#DF0101][i]flash[/i][/color] it all ended. His memory from that time was really hazy. All he could remember was that in an [i]impulse[/i] his parents pushed them in their hidden room in their foyer, and next thing he knew, he woke up in a hospital to his uncle's downcast face.

In a stuttering and dejected voice, through tearful eyes he mentioned how his parents were gunned down and the culprits were never found. Only two dead and ravaged bodies were found lying in a pool of blood, eyes filled with terror. Shedding tears with his Uncle, he cried the night away. Walking up the next day, with his Uncle sleeping by his side, all the resounded on Benjamin's ears were the sounds of screams from his parents.

Filling with new brimming drive, his goal would be to find his parent's murderers, his Uncle, Thomas Young, didn't want him to pursue the path of revenge as nothing great would come of it but Benjamin would not be stopped, and his Uncle, understanding his burning anger let him pursue the path of a being a detective. In highschool, he was relatively unsociable, being silent and brooding most people avoided him, but he did managed to make a friend, well a friend who approached him first. Victoria 'Tori' Pesa. She had somewhat brightened up his dark and gloomy self and after years had pulled him out of his depression and made him sociable. Benjamin after these events had become somewhat protective of her, but entirely platonic.

It was only after the 'incident' where it took the life of almost all of her relatives, Benjamin didn't know what to do, but he had always been there for his friend. Her father didn't really help by straining their relationship.

In college Benjamin had taken Criminology as his major, still having the perpetually burning drive to find his parents killer. He, for some reason, naturally excelled at the subject, perhaps it was drive or perhaps it was talent, either way Benjamin didn't care. After a while he had managed to land a job at the local Police Force and became a Detective assistant. His career in this was short lived as the apocalypse came quickly soon as he got his job.

Walking in the office at the dead of night Benjamin had forgotten his rucksack at a desk. The smell of metal permeated the air, though Benjamin didn't take heed as this was a police building. Entering the building was eerie at night, the stillness and deafening silence perturbed Benjamin as it caused him to quicken his pace. Finally arriving at the desk, he sees one of his colleagues near it, just standing there. Feeling a sense of foreboding, he grabbed his gun that was safely tucked behind his back. [color=#FE2E2E]"Josh, you alright man?"[/color] he utters out loud, with 'Josh' turning around with a mouthful of blood and the most grotesque features. Half his face was practically [i]eaten[/i] off and he was missing one ear. The thing that was once Josh begn to [i]sprint[/i] at him, all Benjamin could do was stifle a cry and pull the trigger, a loud gunshot rang through the empty police building.

Quivering and placing his hand on his mouth [color=#FE2E2E]I- I just killed a man. I go- gotta call Victoria[/color] quickly dialing her, he explained that the rumors and jokes about the zombies were real and told her to pack up.  At first she wasn't convinced but soon believed so, as Benjamin never took a joke this far. With his friend's blood still on his hands, he trembled as he willed his legs to cautiously trudge the long journey to his house and looked for his uncle, only to find it empty. Ben was extremely worried but he had no time. He grabbed his necessities and dumped them into his bag. He picked up a steel bat that he treasured deeply. A memento of his uncle. With a warm smile, he piled it in with the rest. [color=#FE2E2E]You better be okay, damn uncle.[/color]

Soon they were both off in the car, with blaring broadcasts about the walking dead and how the light was 'dying'. They were headed off to a safe spot, but Benjamin still couldn't believe this whole ordeal and wore a face of disbelief the whole trip. Victoria's face was about the same, only hoping for the best as they grew close to the safe haven.