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[color=#79a3b1][b]F [u]U L L   N A M[/u] E[/b][/color]
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[*]Thomas P. Lacer
[*]Tom
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[color=#79a3b1][b]D [u]A T E   O F   B I R T[/u] H[/b][/color]
[indent]May 5th, 1986. He is 30 years old.[/indent]

[color=#79a3b1][b]A [u]P P E A R A N C[/u] E[/b][/color]
[indent]Tom is an average soul in both mind and body. With pale skin, thick brows, and a goofy, earnest smile, it's quite obvious he is not the most notable guy out there. Looks are barely anything to someone like Tom. Ever since the end of the world, he has grown a bit loose with staying "prim and proper". Despite shaving at every possible moment, he lacks any real need to cut his hair or straighten out his clothes, and he is much more worried about surviving than cleaning off any viscera off his person. His usual fashion sense consists of thick jeans and long sleeved sweaters and shirts.

Tom stands at about 5'6" in height but looks much shorter due to his slight slouch. His hair is dark brown and wild, easily mussed and easily pulled at due to Tom's anxious ticks. Big, green eyes stare out from below furrowed brows, filled with the compassion most men lose during their first week in this mess. If Tome prides himself in anything, it's his ability to keep a collected face in the midst of chaos. Even if his mind is falling apart his body rarely shows these signs, and his set expression either consists of a goofy grin and bright eyes or a smaller smile to welcome those plagued by worries.

Any scars or tattoos are hidden under layers of sweaters and coats. His knuckles are discolored from old bruises and there is a particularly old scar just above his collar bone.[/indent]

[color=#79a3b1][b]S [u]K I L L[/u] S[/b][/color]
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[*] First-Aid Proficient 
[*] Near-Perfect Recall
[*] Observation
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[color=#79a3b1][b]W [u]E A K N E S S E[/u] S[/b][/color]
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[*] Scatterbrained
[*] Emotional
[*] Weak
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[color=#79a3b1][b]P [u]O S S E S I O N[/u] S[/b][/color]
[list][*] A warm coat (worn)
[*] A multi-pocketed backpack (worn)
[*] A single change of clothes
[*] Metal canteen filled with water (half-empty)
[*] Old notebooks
[*] Various pens and pencils
[*] Three unopened granola bars
[*] Quickly diminishing first aid kit (including gauze, painkillers, needles and thread, alcohol, and bandaids)
[*] Zippo lighter
[*] Fantasia cigarettes pack (half-empty)
[*] Pocket knife 
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[color=#79a3b1][b]H [u]I S T O R[/u] Y[/b][/color]
[indent]Tom was born to a middle class family from Wellfleet, Massachusetts. He was the third son of a baker family, and often spent his days playing out in the streets with friends of examining the many books his father hoarded in the bakery's attic. His love for helping people came from his mother, who often told him tales of kindness and friendliness from her past. [/indent]

[color=#79a3b1][b]R [u]E L A T I O N S H I P[/u] S[/b][/color]
[indent]To be filled in for the other characters in the roleplay, as well as any supporting NPCs/family important to your character.[/indent][/hider]

[sub]lmao sorry wanted the med character ;*[/sub]