Not sure if you lot are looking for more meat. I was born for this. I'd love to be a part of the tale. Let me know what you think...
[hider='Fleas']
[b]Name:[/b] Geoff 'Fleas' Wickwyr
[b]Appearance:[/b] 
[hider='Fleas'][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/kQqYh2L.jpg[/img][/center][/hider]
[b]Age:[/b] [color=7ea7d8]"Twenty-five? No, Twenty-four."[/color] [color=598527](15 at the time of the Infection -ed.)[/color]
[b]Gender:[/b] male
[b]Class:[/b] Loner
[b]Occupation:[/b] [color=7ea7d8]"worked at a few stupid jobs before... you know. Fucking dish washer... changed tires and did oil changes at a local auto shop. Did 'landscaping' one summer, fuck ever that means.[/color] [color=598527]Occupation now?[/color] [color=7ea7d8]**blank, vaguely murderous stare**[/color]
[b]Personality:[/b][color=598527] (I have spent a little over four days in Geoff's company, during which time he has never once spoken without being spoken to. Twice in that time, if I dared speak at a moment he didn't expressly deem 'safe-safe,' he has come close, in my opinion, to killing me. His level of paranoia in anything approaching a 'social' situation -- conversation, food preparation, travel, the minutiae of existence -- is off the charts. I suspect he suffers from several affective disorders, as well as being on the OCD spectrum. As a survivalist and scavenger, his methodology is as finely crafted as any I have seen. As guide, he is deadly-proficient, if aloof and detached. How he has survived out here is anybody's best guess. He won't discuss it. Not with me at least. On my second day with Geoff, we met a group of Greasers, and his interactions with that group were as brief and as cold as any I have witnessed. He had been tasked with getting me from Brunswick, to just outside Jacksonville, and after seeing him dispatch a small group of Lurkers, I have every faith that he will do it. I only hope I can glean more about his life before I am safely delivered. -ed.)[/color] 

[b]Background:[/b] [color=598527](Geoff mentioned that he was from just outside Norfolk, originally. Mentioned that his father was in the service. I have been unsuccessful in getting information on his past, and about most events from prior to the Infection, save this: he had a girlfriend, once -- Jessi. He mentions her with some regularity, and occasionally talks to himself, as if he is speaking to her. I pressed him about his past once, after he had spoken about Jessi, and he held a knife to my throat. I thought I had breathed my last. -ed.)[/color] 

[b]Goal:[/b] [color=7ea7d8]"Live. Fuck you think?"[/color] [color=598527](Find Jessi -ed.)[/color]
[b]Equipment:[/b][color=598527] (Geoff carries a backpack with, it would seem, everything his stripped-down version of 'life' requires. It is truly not a lot. I have seen thread and needle, a compass, a pill bottle of some sort, some sort of thick black cord, several pieces of cloth of varying sizes -- one of which contains a whetstone and oil. He will not let anyone touch his pack.)[/color] 
[b]Weapons:[/b][color=598527] (Geoff carries a rifle I was unfamiliar with, prior to asking him about it -- thankfully one of the few subjects he was content to discuss. It is an M1 carbine, with a folding 'paratroop' stock. He also carries a pistol and a folding knife. There may be more in the bag... but I was not allowed to look. -ed.)[/color]
[b]Skills:[/b] [color=7ea7d8]"Land Nav. Survival. Pickin'.[/color] [color=598527](scavenging -ed.)[/color] [color=7ea7d8]Lurkers. Know about 'em. Map readin'. Some mechanics. Guns. Tactics. Some cookin'."[/color] 
[b]Family:[/b] deceased. 

The partial transcript of Marsha Heburn's (the 'editor') time living amongst 'Loners' was discovered outside Savannah, in a pile of bloody rags. It is estimated the manuscript had been there two years when it was discovered by Government forces 11/8/28 [/hider]