Character Creation Form

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**Thats what im wearing^^ Along with black tinted goggles.**
:: Personal Information ::

Full Birth-Given Name: Drake Forester
Preferred Name // Nickname: Drake
Sexual Orientation & Gender: Male, Heterosexual 
Years Since My Birth: I am 26 years old, my birthday is June 14th. 
Also Knowing: 
I'm an Ex-Seal and was apart of the evacuation team for Miami. Everyone knows we weren't that successful. Unlike alot of Ex-military, I've accepted defeat, and have dropped all the military lingo. My personal treasures are Rosie, my German Shepard. My Aviators I wear when relaxing. The necklace I always wear, even though it is a bit girly, and a friends pistol that I've borrowed....

:: General Information ::

A Secret Told to No One: "I havent seen a living person in..forever."
My One and Only Reason For Existing: "Does Rosie count?" 
Those Who Brought Me Into This World: Bryan and Brooke Forester...God bless their souls
Those Made To Survive This World Alongside Me: I had some.......Devin my older brother (Little known fact, Devin is still alive!) and *sighs* Sarah.
Faithful Furry Companions: [hider=Rosie][img=http://farm5.staticflickr.com/4013/4363756122_d74fb9a85a_o.jpg][/hider]

:: Other Information ::

Song That Best Describes Me: "Has to be Hard to Breath by B.O.B."
Weapons Carried on My Person at All Times: 
[hider=Machete][img=http://stores.wholesalecentral.com/Images/XTAH2ZPYE_73IB2R3OW1L92VPT5AP7/1333152818680.jpg][/hider]
[hider=Allie][img=http://www.slickguns.com/sites/default/files/taurus_92ss1.jpg] **Allie is carved into the side of it.[/hider]
[hider=Sniper Rifle][img=http://infoceanhub.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/10/Accuracy-International-AS50-Sniper-Rifle.jpg][/hider]

Here's the Story of My Past and How I Have Survived This Long: 
"You want my story? Go to hell- Oh wait, forgot we are already here. You wanna story? I'll give you mine."

**Switched writing to third person**
Born and Raised in Oklahoma, Drake was the quarterback for his high school team, The South Moore Lions. After high school, he attempted to head to college to play for the Sooners, but hurt his leg in the process, causing him to have an occasional pain in my knee, which he have to take pills for once it begins hurting. Instead, he joined the military a year before the outbreak, and was a Navy Seal, which surprisingly helped his leg a lot. As the years progressed, he moved to Miami, and that’s when the outbreak started. He was the leader of a small group to battle the undead so the survivors could leave the city. The last project was to escort some civilians to the airport, but two herds trapped us on the road. He managed to get a group of his men and survivors into a Starbucks. He turned his back to the window, he was trying to keep some civilians calm, and an infected jumped through the window, sending some glass down my back, cutting through my clothes. He would've been bitten if it wasnt for his best friend, Dylan, who killed the fucking creature. Him, Dylan, Two girls and their Mom, along with their dog all escaped into a military jeep, and survived for a few weeks and finally the girls were killed by some raiders. Dylan, Drake, and Rosie, the dog, all headed to Oklahoma where Drake found out my sister was trapped in New York. Dylan promised to protect his family, and he headed to New York to find his sister. 

He managed to convince a helicopter pilot to fly him in, who hovered over a building, gazing over the city. A bandit shot through the window, killing the pilot and sending the helicopter to the ground. The copter got caught in telephone wires, and slammed into a building were Drake and Rosie escaped through the hole in the wall. The two made their way to Citi Field, where the safe location was held, with a horde on their tails. Drake battled the undead protecting his sister inside, when a police helicopter flew infront of the field, blowing a hole into the defenses of the military barricade, letting the undead inside. Retreating to find his sister, Drake found her, bleeding from the throat. An undead attacked her as she saved a childs life. Drake blamed himself, and nearly killed himself if it wasnt for Allie's pistol, and Rosie of course. Instead, Drake headed towards Oklahoma once again, this time finding the Safe Area evacuated. He found a notice that the safe zone was evacuated to a aircraft carrier, and was docked off of Texas. He found a list of safe zones, some checked marked "Evacuated" and others with an X stating "Gone". He choosed to make his way to the Cook County Jail in Chicago. 

How Some People Might See Me: 
Normally, I am normally in an alright mood. You know happy, observant, and head strong. I am normally joking, unless stressed or thinking about something. I hold a grudge, and am hardly forgiving. The angriest I get is once someone mentions my younger sister, Sarah. Lately Ive been....... on edge. I can tell it myself.

Standing Before a Mirror, I See: 
I stand at 6’7, light blue eyes, short brown hair, spiked up in the front. I have a muscular body, a scar across my arm. I’ve fail to keep my beard short, so it is rugged, longer than I like it, and prickly. I have a painful looking scar across my back. I've got no tattoo's, was gonna get one before the world went to hell, but never got around to it. 
The Beast Within Me: N/A
Photographed Picture of Myself: 
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