[center][color=D43535][h1]DASH MILLER[/h1][/color][sub]twenty-eight     [color=black][b]-[/b][/color]     gemini     [color=black][b]-[/b][/color]     eight grade english teacher     [color=black][b]-[/b][/color]     five feet, eleven inches     [color=black][b]-[/b][/color]     dustin milligan[/sub]

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[quote][color=D43535]“This is a good time to question everything.”[/color][/quote][/center]
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[indent][indent][sub][sub][color=D43535][h3][b]Appearance Details[/b][/h3][/color][/sub][/sub]
[indent][color=gray]Currently flaunting a scruffy, unshaven face and a head of messy, tossed dirty blonde hair. Staggering with a frame of five feet and nine inches, Dash has lost his beer gut that came along with the rest of his teacher physique for a more aesthetic look (all thanks to the cardio training the zombies bring when you're running for your life). These days his fashion is less patterned button ups and ties for a more neutral look with solid colored shirts, sweaters, and a pair of jeans or chinos.[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent][indent][indent][sub][sub][color=D43535][h3][b]Characterization[/b][/h3][/color][/sub][/sub]
[indent][color=gray]Before the world went to hell, Dash was a pretty simple-minded man. He lived life as easily as possible, following the straight and narrow, cutting corners when it made sense but for the most part never diverting the path before him. Known for being a kindhearted teacher who ruled the classroom with respect and lighthearted fun, he carried that over into the dark aftermath of the zombie outbreak. He does his best to keep his levelheadedness, but remembering that since the world isn't what it used to be, he needs to be more realistic with his choices, knowing that every step he take could really be his last.

Dash was born and raised in Rushford, never expressing a desire to really see any other part of the world. He attended the University of Dayton, earning a degree in Adolescence to Young Adult Education, where he went through the rites of passage of college. Dash partied, he broke hearts, had his heart broken a few times, studied abroad for a semester at the request of his mother, and even ended up on the local news for running a charity 5K for one of his friend's cancer treatment. After college, Dash returned to Rushford and got a job at the local middle school where he had attended growing up. His life was simple, he worked during the days, drank with his friends on his off hours and the weekends, and attended family dinners where his mother attempted to play match-maker with the locals he knew all too well and where his father nagged him about his complacency in life. Now with the world having flipped upside down, Dash was in an ever-changing stage of life that wasn't as simple as he was used to, having to change himself with the times.[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent][indent][indent][sub][sub][color=D43535][h3][b]Inventory[/b][/h3][/color][/sub][/sub]
[indent][color=gray]- Journal: A notebook full of notes and letters to keep a bit of constant sanity in his life.
- Pocket knife: A simple pocketknife, to be honest isn't as useful as you'd think, more for a show of intimidation.
- Flashlight: A solar powered flashlight, dimly lights up, but lasts long periods of time.[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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