[hider=CS] [b]Name: [/b] Corey Thoran [b]Age: [/b] 28 [b]Gender: [/b] Male [b]Appearance:[/b] Corey is what many would call an unremarkable man, modest in height and with a lithe, athletic build that doesn’t intimidate but carries the air of a man who bears a modicum of athleticism and fitness. An thick, unruly sprout of hair hasbegun to take over his head as the control of modern hair trimming was lost in the apocalyspe, along with the tendency to shave leaving a short but thick covering over the bottom of his face. He's dressed in rather comfortable clothes now, having abandoned the once ever-present suit and tie that went with his engineering job. [b]Personality: [/b] The two strongest traits within Corey's personality are the rather fun mix of extroversion and machiavelliniasm which leaves him with a personality paradox; whilst he almost needs people to be around, there is the attitude that no matter what it takes, the end should be reached. However he oft overcompensates for his machiavellenian thoughts by being overly warm, friendly and helpful; a situation helped by the adage that every friend has a personal use. The best description of his methodology would be conceited social utilitanariasm, something which whilst is helpful in an apocalyptic situation, would leave him very vulnerable if he ended up on his own for an extended period of time. Whilst not a dominative character in a group dynamic unless the situation requires, he prefers to possess a modicum of control, usually through personal influence and shadowy manipulation if required. [b]Skills: [/b] + Consulting Civil Engineer: Whilst more of a an old world skill, it still bears some fruit in the new apocalyptic world as he has a wide range of working knowledge ranging from construction to geology and mechanics, something that will prove useful should the situation call for settling down. Not exactly a genius in his field but he was good enough and managerial enough to be sent overseas for consultancy work. + Athelically Fit: Corey was a strong proponent of keeping a healthy body, at least from an exercise point of view and as such he kept himself lithe and fit, using mainly natural techniques to build stamina and fitness. Whilst he can't go head to head with a body builder, he bears a ripcord strength that belies his smaller frame which often catches an uinwary opponent out in the blitz stage of an attack. +Interpersonal Skills: In the old world Corey studied to become a manager as well as an engineer, which leaves him with a skill set to influence and manipulate people to get the job done. In the new world it can be used to keep himself alive and keep people doing what he agrees with. He'll be one of the first to befriend someone if he thinks they're of use but could well be the first to abandon someone should it endanger himself and the people he needs around him. + Good Driver: His parents raised him to know all about car control and general maintenance, along with a passion for driving. Whilst he's a long way from a certified mechanic, he possesses a rudimentary working knowledge of how to fix or circumvent basic automotive issues. He has also fine driving skills due to partaking in rallying as he grew up, along with participating in the motor scene back in Australia. [b]Weakness: [/b] - Minimal Survival Skills: He was raised in the suburbs and lived in the city, as such he never really got to know the ways of the outdoors and how to live off the land. School camps did teach him the basics such as starting fires, using a compass and finding shelter but this is nowhere near the skills demanded by an apocalytptic world. - Very Limited Local Knowledge: Corey only moved over to the US for a month before the outbreak and as such as very limited knowledge of the local area let along the country itself. He's basically lost without a map and a compass but even then he's passing through completely unknown territory with unknown flora and fauna to contend with. -Poor Firearm Skills: He'd not held a gun for 10 years before the outbreak, led alone fired one and as such his shooting is a little wayward to say the least. Add to this a lack of knowledge on how to maintain and repair one; any gun isn't going to be a pernament fixture in his hands. [b]Equipment: [/b] Comfortable clothes consisting of grey cargo pants, a black t-shirt, runners and a brown bombers jacket packed away to keep him warm. Managed to nab a black duffel bag filled with three cans of soup, a water bottle and a swiss army knife that was given as a birthday present many eyars ago. His final piece of equipment is a Sig Sauer P229, which he grabbed off a dead cop who'd shot six of it's nine bullet already. [b]History: [/b] Corey grew up in Australia in a relatively suburban neighbourhood to middle class parents who'd put him and his siblings through the best schools they could. He achieved moderately well at school, committed to sports and was generally regarded as an all round good guy; moderately successful and moderately popular. He graduated high school and went straight into university, studying engineering commerce to try and make his way in the world. Graduation brought him into a relatively boring spiral of underling work despite his degree until he made the decision to move overseas with his work. He joined an overseas engineering consultancy firm and became well travelled, moving from project to project across the world. Just before the breakout he'd been brought in to work on a major constructuion project in Virginia and as such he found himself stuck in a completely foreign place with the world falling down around him. He narrowly escaped his apartment block, which he and a number of survivors had holed up in until it'd been overrun by the mindless things that now populated the earth, He'd managed to drive his car out of the underground carpark, not even stopping to see if anyone else got out. Unfortunately he soon ran out of gas and found himself wondering alone, a less than ideal situation for him. [/hider]