Name: Victor Owens
Age: 54
Appearance: [img]http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EhWeCdL9x6Y/UEXgaeA1xnI/AAAAAAAAAn8/OmFJLs9LslU/s1600/140387907.jpg[/img]

Gender: Male
Family: No living immediate family. His parents are long since deceased. No brothers or sisters.
Personality: Victor has never been much of a people person, and that only became worse after his accident. He's a bitter person, and can be very condescending when he talks to others. He has a certain way of going about things, and doesn't care if he offends someone in the process. For the most part he cares about doing the right thing. Doesn't mind listening to others, as long as they know what they're talking about and have something worthwhile to say. 

Bio: Victor had a fairly normal life growing up, though he was never real close with his parents. His father encourage him to join the military, but it felt more like wanting to get Victor out of the house than wanting to see him succeed in life. Once in the army, he didn't have much contact with them. When his dad died, Victor and his mom started talking more often. But a year later she also passed away. By the time he was in his early thirties, Victor had become an accomplished soldier, earning multiple accolades and rising up the ranks. 

His life was forever changed one day during a routine training exercise. Another soldier mishandled a grenade and Victor shoved a couple of his friends out of the way to protect them from the explosion, but it cost him his legs. Even though he was hailed as a hero, Victor became a very miserable person. Having always had a sharp mind, he was offered a job as a scientist, and that's what he's been doing for the past twenty years. Just as he was when he was a soldier, Victor excelled at being a scientist and rose up the ladder. He's spent the last couple years working in the secret weapons division, researching new weapons for possible use by the military. Despite still working for them, he holds a grudge against the army. 
He was working in his lab when the outbreak happened, and he was quickly escorted to safety along with several of his colleagues. It wasn't easy, considering he's confined to a wheelchair. He's gotten by with help from others, but he despises needing to rely on someone other than himself. 

Job Before The Outbreak: Scientist
Disability/Fear: Has no legs, from just above the knee. 
Weapon of Choice: Small handgun, bottle of pepper spray

Terminus