Name:
William Renault; Will

Appearance:
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Despite appearing rather thin and, frankly, frail, due to his height, Will is actually rather well built and toned, clear should anyone ever catch him with his shirt off. As to his usual outfit, he tends to stick to jeans and a t-shirt, with a good pair of hiking boots and a grey windbreaker, worn but sturdy.

Eye color:
Grey

Height/weight:
5'3", 130 lbs

Blood type:
B-, immune to the zombie virus.

Age:
17

Gear:
A backpack that he stuffs with any chemicals or engineering bits he can find, along with a single change of clothes, and a few travel rations- Water bottle, trail mix, a can of beans or two. The necessities. In the warmer months he wears either no jacket or his wind-breaker, but when things get cold he switches to his favorite leather jacket, warm and sturdy. Though at some point the right sleeve of all of his shirts and jackets went missing... He just wraps his right arm in bandages if it gets too cold now. Mobility first! Weapon-wise, he has a rather large bow and a military-grade survival knife. The bow seems far too heavy in the draw for somebody his size... But he seems to have no issue drawing the thing, and his aim is outstanding. As to the single handgun he carries... Not so much. He might hit the broad side of a barn, if he gets lucky. It's more for threats than actually shooting people.

Reason for being in the CDC facility:
His mother was in a... rather high up position- Higher than his father to be certain, and thus convinced his father to pull some strings and put Will in the presumed safe hands of the CDC facility.... Because the first lady is far, far higher up than the president.

Bio: Will was born into a fairly normal life- A normal family, a normal home, a normal school- Really, everything was decent. For the first eleven years of his life, he was happy and cool with everything. From an early age, he was a scout, all of his interests going into nature and wilderness skills. Thankfully, his family was quite supportive of the fact, and thus he had no problems going through scouts and school, help from his family available when needed, and all that fun stuff.

However, things got a bit more confusing come that eleventh year. His father, a politician for most of his life, decided it was time for the ultimate goal: He ran for president. That year in particular was extraordinarily busy, to be expected of course. What was more surprising? His father -won-. From there, Will's comfortable lifestyle became highly confusing. He and his older brother were taken from their home in Michigan down to DC, their cozy little hose turning into the great Whitehouse. All of his friends, his scout troop, his school, everything left behind. While he did manage to join the boyscouts again in his new home, it was never the same. Secret Service tailing him everywhere, never able to be on his own again. Making friends was neigh-impossible, for him and his brother both, leaving them to be basically on their own. The next four years were like that, secluded and lonely. This only made his determination to find a small amount of normalcy larger. He pushed himself harder in scouts and school to learn as much as he could, doing his best to ignore the men in suits hovering over him at all times. Archery and nature survival became massive interests for extracurricular activity, and anatomy and biology in general, alongside engineering, became his academic pursuits.

It was mere luck that the skills he studied would prove useful in the end. Four years of constant study and practice, trying to ignore the Secret Service shadowing his every move, and the solitude brought on by his father's position. All of it culminating into a rather skilled survivalist. Who knew a zombie outbreak would occur in his father's last year of office? At his mother's urging, his president pulled a few strings with his last bits of authority to put Will in the protective hands of CDC. A special order was given to a specific man to guard him after the CDC people were released- Without him knowing of course.