[h1]James Tyler "JT"[/h1] 

Appearance:
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Age: 24

Weapon:
-Customized Glock 17 Handgun (Two fasteners applied to barrel to hold serrated blade firmly in place; effective for close range attacks)
-Spiked Baseball Bat

Skills:
-Free-running
-Crafting (Makeshift weapons, minor repairs, small structures and/or housing)
-Lock picking 

Positive Personality Traits:
-Humorous
-Calm in Stressful Situations
-Incredibly Honest

Negative Personality Traits:
-Cynical
-Pessimistic
-Know-it-all

Background:

JT never knew his mother; she died giving birth to him. His father, despite the heartbreak, tried his level best to be a good dad regardless. And he was. He taught JT a lot of different things, but he mostly shared his knowledge. So at a very young age JT began learning skills for carpentry, crafting and mechanical repairing. He also went to school, as most other children did, but he dropped out before finishing high school because his father became terminally ill. For the next three years JT buried himself in textbooks to continue learning on his own time while he performed trade jobs for the locals to make money for medical costs. However, the day finally came when his father passed away. Distraught, and desperately wishing for a change of pace, JT left his hometown and aimlessly drifted from city to city for awhile. A year has passed since he first journeyed out into the world. And since, freakish things have been occurring; humans growing incredibly large and sightings of cannibalistic humanoids. JT has been trying to avoid all of that and just survive, living day to day. Well, until now...