Name: Jagred Degray

Age: 20

Appearance: [Hider=Jagred][URL=http://s990.photobucket.com/user/nightforest/media/who_is_the_female__by_laovaan-d7q3ujj_zpsf4a47c3c.jpg.html][IMG]http://i990.photobucket.com/albums/af26/nightforest/who_is_the_female__by_laovaan-d7q3ujj_zpsf4a47c3c.jpg[/IMG][/URL][/hider] is a tall guy, standing at almost 6’1’’, but lacks the muscle mass to be truly intimidating. In fact, he was rather a lanky guy before the outbreak, more often than not seen with an unassuming slouch and bags under his eyes. Being thrust right into the middle of a zombie apocalypse had changed him more or less, taking away that permanent boredom behind his green eyes and replacing it with a sharp, if somewhat wary gaze. 

Occupation: College student, part-time bartender
Inventory: 
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A heavy crossbow, fully equipped with scope, laser sight and a strap to carry it around.
20 bolts, crammed into a canister hanging at his side.
Ice axe.
Pocket knife, with a can opener on the other side.[/hider]
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A white shirt, traces of blood stain still remained.
A grey hoodie, thick, fuzzy and obviously too expensive for a college student. Containing many hidden pockets, in which Jagred kept a lighter, some coins, 4 extra batteries and a small flashlight.
Brand new sneakers, if not for the gore beneath.
Blue socks.
Leather gloves, nothing special.
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[hider=Backpack] average-sized, seemingly new, with a bit of tear here and there.
A bottle containing 1.5 litter of water.
A hip flask, half-filled with vodka.
5 cans of pork and beans.
Beef jerky crammed into a lunch box.
Fire starter tool. 
Millitary issued gas mask, looted of a corspe. 
40 metres of climbing rope.
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Stats 

Cool: +1
Hard: -3
Swift: +3
Sharp: 0
Steady: +2

Handgun: 0
Rifle: 0
Bow: +1
Thrown: +1
Melee:-1