And I'm too lazy to write up his physical description, so yeah. Here's what I got so far.

[hider=Survivor Profile: KEITH ELDRIDGE]
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[center][h2][color=fff200]"I did [i]not[/i] sign up for this shit!"[/color][/h2][/center]
[color=fff200][b]Name:[/b][/color]
	Keith Eldridge

[color=fff200][b]Age:[/b][/color]
	Twenty Years Old

[color=fff200][b]Gender:[/b][/color]
	Male

[color=fff200][b]Occupation:[/b][/color]
	College Student (Unspecified Location)

[color=fff200][b]Sanctuary:[/b][/color]
	[color=1a7b30][JACK'S BAR][/color]

[color=fff200][b]Weapon of Choice:[/b][/color]
	N/A... unless you're fine with him finding a flash for his camera.

[center][color=8dc73f][b][HP: 100/100][/b][/color][/center]
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[b][u]Slot 1: empty[/u][/b]
[b][u]Slot 2: empty[/u][/b]
[b][u]Slot 3: empty[/u][/b]
[b][u]Slot 4 Memento:[/u][/b] [i][Bridge Camera:] Your trusty ol' camera... well, not that old, but still. If you scrapped some stuff together, could it be possible to modify this?[/i]
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[color=fff200][b]How did your character get stuck in Raccoon City:[/b][/color]
	After finishing up strong for the week, a couple of buds caught wind from a long chain of whispers that Raccoon City's College was throwing a sick party on the weekend! Keith was dragged along on an hour long road trip with his friends, chattering the whole way too. Of course, since they were going to probably be staying there, Keith mused that grabbing a few picture of the city wouldn't be [i]too[/i] bad.

	While he an a few others were worrying about the disease running rampant, the others assured them that they would be fine and began teasing Keith and the other over eating them up, making disgusting slurping noises.

	Eventually, the quartet managed to arrive at Raccoon City, lucky enough to avert running into any of those infected people they heard about. This earned Keith even more jabs, claiming that he was just making a mountain out of a molehill. It wasn't that hard to locate the apartments where the whole shebang was going to - music was being blasted and myriads of other college students were partying out in the streets and on the roofs... heck, some windows were wide open, exposing the chatter that went on inside.

	Oho, they were [i]definitely [/i]getting in on this action.

	...

	... after getting blasted at the party, Keith groaned, ended up waking up... on a table? He didn't... just how drunk did he get? Ugh, his head was killing him... wiping the drool off his slobbering mouth, he could only ponder on what circumstances lead him here and how he got here. Looking around, he found no familiar faces and shoved his hand into his pocket, praying he still had his fake ID.

[color=fff200][b]Would you also consider RPing as a Zombie/other undead beast periodically throughout the RP:[/b][/color]
	Hmm... maybe, will give a shout out for when I'm good to go and when I'm not, but for now? Nah.
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