Name: Evan Beeson
Age: 27
Apperance: Evan stands 5'8 and weighs 200ibs his skin is brown and his eyes are black; which a lot of people have said that he needs to sleep more, cause of the bags under them. His hair is black a few feet over his shoulder its often times wrapped in a ponytail. He wears a dark blue button down shirt underneath his grey cutoff vest with grey dress pants. His shoes are black or either grey depends on what he has.
Occupation: Desk Clerk in the hotel located in Arboretum.
Personility and Bio: Evan Beeson was raised in South Carolina but moved to Queens New York at age five now that he had been in one of the cities that have had thousands of people moving for travel and coming back with better jobs; he wanted to be amongst one of those people. But the outbreak... slowed him down but it wasn't all bad at age twelve while still on the inside he learned the basics of survival and how to use basic firearms mainly pistols. His brother showed him a bit of martial arts if the zombies ever got to close. After a few years of learning combat he had started his first job at age 18 checking customers in and out of hotels even though the city was had been infested with mutated monsters he stayed in Queens until he was twenty seven before he moved from New York to an apartment in the City of Arboretum.
Beeson is careful with personal information when he talks to people not only cause of the outbreak that occured but due to not knowing people in general. Beeson is smart and understands what could happen if personal information was told to the wrong person he also thinks their is more to people and he makes it his responsibility to show respect even if he was disrespected. When he focused on a task he doesn't stop trying and will give it his all to figure out a puzzle, find a key, or a lost dog, Beeson is no stranger to helping somebody whether it's needing a jump to start their car or paying for someone's groceries.