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[b]Name:[/b] James 'Jamie' Williams

[b]Age:[/b] 22

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Family:[/b] Rose Williams;; Mother. Victor Williams;; Father. They are both back in Chicago, and from when he last heard from them, they're living an average, nice life.

[b]Personality:[/b] James is an ambitious, down-to-earth young man;; There isn't over-all, much to say. He doesn't much enjoy dramatics, and can be a bit short-tempered with the people he conceives to be annoying. Otherwise, he's usually cool-headed, focused on the tasks at hand, while being laidback with those he calls friends. He doesn't enjoy dishonesty when it's directed towards him, and as such, he only has a few friends - but those few friends are close-knit and trustworthy. People can sometimes be intimidated by him, but that's mainly when he's annoyed. Over-all, he's adaptable to many situations, and has an over-all good heart;; which is why he has plans on serving his country fully once he graduates uni. He's a good listener, but this can almost make him seem emotionally reserved - but that's not the case. He laughs and grins, and things such as that. He just keeps his softer emotions to himself, and doesn't like showing weakness to others. When situations get dark or serious, he's usually the one to adapt quickly, working to control the situation - or, if he cannot, or if more able people are doing it - he'll take care of himself.

[b]Bio:[/b] James was eventually born in Chicago, to a middle-class family in the suburban area. His father was an Airman in the military, and was thusly hardly home, and his mother was a hard-working woman that slaved as a full-time maid, to both her home and her job at the Chicago Town Cafe. He went to school at Chicago High, and had average to above average grades - the standard GPA for smart dudes. He played all kinds of sports, such as rugby, football, and even soccer for a time, until he graduated high-school at the age of 17, with a few scholarships in a few colleges and universities. It was around this time that he moved to Philadelphia, establishing a job as a Starbucks employee, and officially getting into Philadelphia University. 

He had plans of serving in the military, the goal inspired by his father's service. The man was honest, and James had learned more about him after he was honorably discharged due to a leg injury. Life was looking up, as the years moved by. In his freshman year of University, he met a guy that would eventually become a close friend, Miller Anderson. He did good in University, quickly rising up in the ranks as a Marine ROTC cadet, whilst playing football whenever he wasn't too busy. On breaks and weekends, he either hanged out with his friends, or headed out to the gym or shooting range. His future was set in stone, he was getting good grades, had good friends...and then the talk of the virus became more pronounced. He eventually thought nothing of it, although he became more cautious around others, and made sure to stay clear of any sickness or rumors of disease. Unknown to him, things would become a lot more heated in the coming days.

Job Before The Outbreak: University student, ROTC cadet, and part-time Starbucks employee. He had joined the Reserves for the Marines a few months ago, as the 'pre' conditioning for his future career, and had plans of entering the active Marine duty itself once he finished his senior year in University. But, you know, this shit happens.

[b]Disability/Fear:[/b] He has a personal fear of his close friends and families dying, and it tends to hit him more emotionally. Due to this, he tends to do dangerous things, if it means saving his family or close friends. 

[b]Weapon of Choice:[/b] He has a gun license, and legally owns a Glock 21. It's usually in his night-stand, beside his bed, and he has an ammo box in the top of his closet. Other than this, his dorm has multiple kitchen knives and blunt objects, if those counts as weapons?

[b]Supplies:[/b] A multi-tool, because stuff tends to break in modern days. He also has his wallet, with a few hundred dollar bills inside, and a picture of his mom and dad. [b]I'm a bit confused. [/b]If this is starting during times of peace, where there's no panic, looting, all that stuff, why would we keep supplies on us?