Name: Darren Braxten. Group: Walkers. Age: 25. Occupation: Registered Nurse. Family life: Single, married and divorced twice. Hair: Brown Eyes: Hazel Weight: 195 pounds Blood type: B- Picture: [img]http://i1246.photobucket.com/albums/gg612/azseth/SidneyDavies2_zpsf25f163d.jpg[/img] Bio: Darren was born into a wealthy family, born and raised in northern California. His family was wealthy and money was never an issue in the family. Prior to high school, his family moved to Boston after his father opened his own medical practice. His mother was an legal underwriter and found a high paying job also, and once again the family was living the priviledged life, just on the opposite side of the country. He did well at a private school and went to college in a suburb of Boston, studying to eventually become a doctor and take over the family practice. He wasn't rushing, and his father wasn't rushing him, as he seemed equally as interested in school as he was in being young, drinking, and meeting girls. He got married on a whim and the girl seemed more interested in his money than him, which didn't bother him much. Living the fast, alcohol filled life she did, she was driving while drunk one night and ended up running her car into a concrete median, killing herself and a male (later discovered to be her boyfriend) passanger instantly. Darren wasn't affected as much as one would think as the two never really had a healthy relationship, and love wasn't something they ever really claimed to be in, but he was affected to a degree--mainly he came to realize that he wasn't immortal and shouldn't be making unwise decisions. Not long after he met a girl at college and the two developed a relationship that grew and grew, and for the longest time Darren displayed that he had grown and matured. The two were married and Darren seemed to completely separate his old life as a partier from his new life. He did great in his schooling and showed great promise until one day, almost inexplicably, he seemed to not only revert back to his old ways, but he seemed to stray off further than where he was at before. It was not long before his current wife divorced him and things only seemed to get worse. Drinking himself into a stupor the night before Valentine's Day, he woke up still drunk and it wasn't until later that evening that he started to read about what was actually going on in the world. His parents called him and told him to stay home, stay safe, and keep in touch and slowly things seemed to get worse and worse. A few days later, school classes were cancelled and that same day, his mother called him, screaming hysterically as men broke into the house. As he listened, she opened fire, other shots were fired, and then there were a few other screams from unknown men, followed by what Darren assumed was someone stepping on the phone. He called his father, panicking, and knew his father wasn't going to pick up. He hadn't heard from him in several days and while he tried to avoid the news, he had heard that the hospital his father was working was over run and lost, along with a large portion of the down town area of Boston. He called his friends, and almost no one picked up except his friend from college who invited him to come to his home in a heavily wooded area. He declined and instead followed government instructions for relocation to alleged safe zones and since that time, he's been on the move, linking up with groups, doing whatever it took to stay alive as people died, or entered his life on a regular basis.