Appearance : [IMG]http://i59.tinypic.com/epykn.jpg[/IMG]
Name : Enrique Ortiz
Age : 27
Skill : Skills include both Marksmanship and cooking, he is also a gifted musician 
Weapon (up three): 1911 Vietnam service pistol (his fathers) [img=http://sofreakingcool.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/tactical-axe-0410-970x623.jpg] [IMG]http://i60.tinypic.com/jfemw1.jpg[/IMG]
Personality : A generally kind person he will help people out in any way he can, and will likely pick the underdog if a fight breaks out. However he is capable of great evils if pushed as he is ex military he knows very man ways to make a human being hurt. 
Brief Bio : He was given leave to see his dieing father and had returned from overseas just before the outbreak began, he made it to his fathers house but it was too late. He mourned his fathers death and spent the night in his fathers house, he woke up to the sound of a struggle outside his door. He sprung awake and pulled his pocket knife off his nightstand and ran outside. He saw his mother being devoured by a decaying man, Enrique didnt know what to think only attack. He dug the blade into the creatures brain stem and twisted till it collapsed, he left the knife there and looked at his mothers dead body. He could have sat there for hours had he not heard the sounds of screaming outside his door and made a run for his fathers gun. It was kept in the closet in a locked box with plenty of clips, he grabbed the lamp off of his fathers nightstand and broke the locks. He pulled the pistol from its place in the box and put it in his belt then pulled the rest of the clips out as well the duffel bag that layed next to it, he set the clips into it and moved quickly bag to his room. He grabbed his dogtags and put them over his head, he then pulled on his fatigue pants, his combat boots, and stuffed some blankets into the bag. He ran into the kitchen and grabbed anything he could that wouldnt spoil for some time. He remembered something his father had made but kept secret from his children, Enrique ran into his room and pulled an object wrapped in cloth from under the bed. He unfolded the cloth and the small snub nosed shotgun was exposed, Enrique picked it up and smiled broadly he checked the barrels and saw it was loaded, he spent a fair few minutes looking around for some ammo but only managed to find 4 spare shells. He stuffed it into the duffel and made his way to the garage, he found the keys on the dash and put them in the ignition he started the car and then opened the garage door. The light was a blinding contrast to the dark garage and caused Enrique to squint, when his eyes had adjusted he saw another corpse approaching the car and backed up crushing it under the car, he made a two point turn into his fathers grass and then sped off down the road.


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Currently looks like this without spiky hair of course. [IMG]http://i58.tinypic.com/2rm06qe.jpg[/IMG]
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