[b]Name:[/b] Drew Arron Richards
[b]Age:[/b] 26
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
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[b]Weapons:[/b] Crowbar.
[b]Equipment:[/b] 
[hider= INVENTORY]-Slim Sports Backpack; containing two water bottles, small snack-bar, spare clothes. 
- Slightly-worn Nike's
- Flashlight
- Programmed Watch 
- Padded, and finger-less gloves.
- Small Health kit; containing sutures, bandages, and small antidote.
- Taped Sunglasses.
- Passport. 
- Crowbar
- Small Locket.[/hider]
[b]Personality:[/b] Drew is a naturally optimistic young man, despite the horde of dead bodies pounding on the walls of the safe house every night. Though, he keeps a level head and a strong air about him. He won't back down easily, and his quick-tempered, sometimes allowing this to cloud his thoughts. Though he can be considered complicated, his emotions mirroring the ride of a roller-coaster, Drew is a simple person. He does what he can to survive, but will gladly help other's, as long as it doesn't put him in grave danger. Despite his lighthearted nature, he has long since questioned his morality after the apocalypse. He became all too used to the motto, 'kill, or be killed' as well as those around him. He has been used to the company of others, but doesn't tend to get too close, fearing that he will be affected by the loss. A risk he can't afford to take. 

[b]Brief Bio:[/b] The world is always finding ways to make us stronger, to batter us, to make us fear anything that we are not familiar with. It's strange, to live in such a wide and vast globe, when in truth, we are all but encased to the life that has been organized just for us. Following in the footsteps of other lives, instead of caving a path of our own. Well, that was the expectation anyway. Though, to what can the offer of a stable life really hold to a young man with a fire in his heart? 
Nothing. At least nothing compared to the reward of breaking away, of discovering all things new. Moving to Havana had been a change that had shaped up Drew, ha caused him to see the world in a new light. A light that though it struggled to stay, the only thing it had left was the warmth. Even that was bare, and fading. His adventuress spark had seemed to wither along with that light. Once the quarantine's had been set, and all travel had been cut off to all but the special, or very wealthy, Drew could feel his spark leave. The final flame still burning, but the warmth had gone. 

He had tried to run from his past, even from his future, but when faced with the present. He had nowhere to go, he was trapped, and when it seemed that the wolves would devour him, he was given a last chance. To live, to work, and to [i]run[/i]. Originally born and raised in the mitten of the United States, he had been adapted to living in the horrible winters, the sun seeming to slow him a bit. Fishing, was a different story. In this world, any food goes. When you can, you go to the water, if it's not clustered by the living, or the dead. In that case, you could be sure he would volunteer to go. Not just because of his past experience in his childhood with acrobatics, but with the fact of his willpower and hard to break ego. One thing that hasn't fully crumbled in this mess. If that's a good thing, the world might never know. 

[b]Attributes[/b]
[i]Strength: 7[/i]
[i]Stamina: 5[/i]
[i]Health: 5[/i]
[i]Dexterity: 3[/i]
[i]Sense: 4[/i]
[i]Charisma: 1[/i]

[b]Skills[/b]
Barter: -
Lockpicking: 6 (+1) [i]7[/i]
Parkour: 8 (+2) [i]10[/i]
Gunning: -
Melee: 4 (+1) [i]5[/i]
Technical: 3 (+1) [i]4[/i]
Automotive Machinery: [i]6[/i]
Stealth: [i]5[/i]
Survival: [i]3[/i]
[b]Achievements:[/b]
[i]None yet earned.[/i]