Name: Ron Mahan, the Leper
Age: 53
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/Him 
Personality: For the survivors of the Outbreak, the Leper is less man than boogeyman; a nightmarish vestige of the apocalypse that had ended civilization and one of a few remaining obstacles in the path to complete recovery. He is the subject of hushed stories in outpost bars, the culprit of savage atrocities out in the wasteland and a reminder that the dwindling numbers of the walking dead are among the least of humanity's concerns in these times. But for all the notoriety, the Leper's origin is far more humble than legend would suggest.

Before the Outbreak, the Leper was known as Ron Mahan, a bum living on the street. He slept under bridges and overpasses in Dayton, Ohio, and got by panhandling, rolling drunks and crackheads, and mugging the occasional barcrawler stumbling between bars in the Oregon neighborhood. Ron's was a brutal life and he endured everything he dished out. He was routinely beaten and stabbed, huddled between bags of stinking garbage in dumpsters to survive freezing winter nights, and had been shot twice. When an undead methhead chomped down on his arm early in the Outbreak, Ron crawled deep down into a drainage culvert in search of a warm place to die as the fever associated with a ghoul bite came over him.

Instead of dying and reanimating as a zombie, he woke three days later. The bite was covered in scaly, wart-like growths that had begun to spread across his body. Doctors among the survivors argue as to whether or not he is some vanishingly-rare case of immunity against the virus, or perhaps his viral load has somehow mutated and he represents the next evolution of the zombie horde. Whatever the case may be, he came to become known as the Leper due to the grotesque growths on his face and body. Immunity against bites from the undead gave him a clear advantage in a world ravaged by a zombie apocalypse - an advantage he took full advantage of in becoming a savage warlord with a following of raiders, slavers, and anyone with the resources to pay for his protection. He now travels across the wasteland, extorting the leaders of wasteland settlements for tribute. Those who refuse payment, or are unable to afford his increasingly exorbitant protection fees, typically face a gruesome fate.