[b]Name:[/b] Jonathan Cross 
[b]Group:[/b] Walker.
[b]Age:[/b] 18
[b]Occupation:[/b] A summer job as an assistant at his Father's veterinary clinic. Never had a real occupation.
[b]Family life:[/b] Single.
[b]Hair:[/b] Brown
[b]Eyes:[/b] Brown
[b]Weight:[/b] 145 Ibs
[b]Picture:[/b] [hider=Jonathan][img]http://www.hotflick.net/flicks/2009_The_Imaginarium_of_Doctor_Parnassus/009IDP_Andrew_Garfield_006.jpg[/img][/hider]
[b]Blood type:[/b] A-
[b]Immune:[/b]  Yes.

[b]Gear:[/b] After Day Zero, Jonathan has made it his life duty to make sure he never runs out of supplies. While he is constantly breaking into new places, scavenging whatever that helps him refill his stock, there are few things that he considers essential to his survival. Firstly, a first aid kit. Not a makeshift one. The real deal. He never had to use it in the field. His first aid kit contains the basics; bandages, dressings, a thermal blanket, gloves, resuscitation masks, scissors, three bottles of ibuprofen, a surgical needle and a thread. Secondly, as a weapon, a meat hook. Thirdly, four large cans of Pedigree wet dog food, which are for him not for the mutt. First can tasted like shit, but he eventually got used to it. He also sports a scrub whenever inspecting new, foreign areas and/or meeting new people. That's due to his paranoia, which often borders on insanity. 

[b]Bio:[/b] It is rather amusing how a person can change overnight. Prior to The Rising, Jonathan was your average high school teenager. He spent most of his spare time procrastinating, dodging responsibilities and getting yelled at by his relatives. He not seldom skipped school in favor of hanging out with his clique, and was an overall jerk, especially to the elderly. Only time when he actually did something productive was that one month during summer when he assisted his Dad in his Veterinary clinic in downtown Manhattan. His Dad was a huge fan of dogs, but couldn't bring one home one due to his wife's allergies. So, he rescued a [url=http://www.hulenhills.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/Dog-3.jpg]male stray dog[/url], named him Maverick and decided to keep him in a basement down the clinic, providing him with a shelter and enough food. While he didn't share his dad's love for the fauna, or any of his pleasurable traits, Jonathan also couldn't help but develop a friendship with the mutt, frequently taking him out for walks and cleaning up after him. Aside from that, he also picked up a bunch of useful life skills likes stitching and cleaning a wound.

A tiny bit wiser, but still the edgy teenage dirtbag that he always made himself to be, Jonathan emerged from that summer very much unchanged. Life maintained it's steady pace. Everything was normal. Well, until The Rising, that is.

He was at home that day, complaining on social media about how Valentine's Day sucks, while the rest of his family were out for a stroll. And then, in a moment's notice, all the news feeds were flooded. Low quality videos depicting people screaming in panic surfaced. Ominous profile statuses posted all over Facebook. Dumbfounded and slightly concerned, Jon decided to look out of the window only to see nothing out of the ordinary. He was almost about to discard the signs as some sort of a weird new trend if he wasn't to receive a phone call from his father. Jon could tell he was breathless, and dead serious, as he ordered him to leave the house as fast as he could and make his way to the clinic. He complied. At the clinic, he waited at the entrance as people rushed past him, some even offering to give him a ride out of the town. But he had to wait for his family. Thirty minutes passed, an hour, an hour and a half and no signs of his relatives. That's when he decided to make himself scarce. He ran like he knew where he was going, even though he had no idea. It was not until the following day that Jonathan understood the gravity of the situation. A zombie infestation. He was stricken by a wide range of emotions; fear, confusion and even sorrow as he was faced with the prospect of never meeting any of his family members ever. For all he knew, they were either infected or dead. After shedding a stream of unmanly tears, he got back to the clinic and salvaged some goods - a first aid kit, dog food and the mutt himself, whom he found howling for help. That night he cried himself to sleep, and then woke up the other day, deprived of tears, deprived of his first world issues and with one clear objective in mind. Ensuring his own survival.

From then on, Jon moved through towns and states with his trusted four legged companion by his side. If he got lucky, he'd find a working vehicle with the keys dropped near by, which would make his trip way easier..and significantly shorter. He would pass through different towns with the hope of finding life, only to confirm that yes, they are barren. He also had a few run-ins with a bunch of zombies, but those usually ended with him and his brave guardian scampering the fuck out. Despite his naivety, Jon is very well aware that the chances of a civilization reboot are thin. All he wants is to survive, and he considers the easiest way to do that is by joining forces with the remaining human beings.


[b]Personality:[/b] Jonathan is exactly what you wish your typical horror movie protagonist to be, and then some. While he will never admit it, he is scared shitless, though calling him out on it will probably lead to him making it clear that it's not fear but rather cautiousness. He has an unmatched sense of pride for a kid his age and won't accept any arguments unless there is evidence to them. He may be at times extremely insensitive, sometimes unintentionally but most of the times not, and is a huge wisecracker, a habit which got him in trouble numerous times in the past. While his humor only served to piss others off for his own amusement in the past, after The Rising it evolved into a coping mechanism. He will often poke humor at himself at the absence of another human individual. 

Since he is not quite informed of the outbreak and how the infection process works, Jonathan is very attentive and paranoid. However, because he doesn't have much experience living on his own, most of the actions he takes to prevent infections would have turned him into a reanimate by now (if he wasn't immune). He uses contaminated water to wash a scrub, which probably contains more bacteria than your usual reanimate. His paranoia also prevents him from having a good night's sleep. In spite of his flaws, Jonathan is still a human being capable of exuding love and all those heartwarming emotions. He loves Maverick, his dog, and would probably take a bullet for him even though that mongrel is as inept as a four-legged creature can be and often gets him in trouble. He also desires human interaction, something which he took for granted before The Rising happened.