Name: Evan James Stewart
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance:
Medical Ailments: None.
Nationality: American, from DC.
Occupation: Graduated college student (i.e unemployed)
Four Week History: Evan was the youngest child with two older sisters, 40 and 33, plus a brother, 28. He grew up loved and teased and protected by his siblings; all were doted upon equally by their elderly parents. The suburban family never had any huge turmoil.
The University of Washington’s Foster Business program had seemed like the natural logical choice after high school. Evan tried to be a good student but his grades fared average, and as always was eclipsed by his athletic excellence in 400m sprints. As a fresh graduate, he was as listless as he had begun college with no career aspiration to join his family’s reputable construction supply company nor had any idea what to do with his life. He passed time playing video games, hanging out with his girlfriend and friends, running, and trained in parkour. The occasional half-hearted attempts at job applications were met with rejection. His family coaxed and urged him to take on a ready position in the company and he decided to accept the offer when he returned from camp.
Just before the outbreak struck, he was in a two-weeks long camping trip for kids in Brambleton, Virginia, which had been his annual tradition for three years, as a volunteer leader. The relative isolation of the area shielded them from the pandemic danger - for a while. They were hiking back to the campsite when screams shrilled through the trees. It wasn’t long before the older kids and adults, standing away in the more secluded safety of the forest, knew what the horror unfolding before them meant. In a moment of panic, he ran and deserted the children and friends.
He had survived on his own for a week and made his way to Dulles, a fuel stop, in the hope that he would reunite with his family and friends in hometown Washington.
Items of Interest:
- A small Camelbak with a 2L hydration pack and mouthpiece, contains:
- Some water, protein bars, canned tuna, bandaids, boxes of aspirin; a roll of bandage; knee and wrist compression sleeves; a pair of fingerless gloves; a headlamp;
a Leatherman Wave; his wallet; an extra pair of socks and shoes; an unopened bottle of blue Gatorade in a side pocket.
- Wears a sports watch; breathable but still warm clothing that allows him to move freely; a pair of minimalist shoes with good grip (evil GM note: while it’s quiet as can be on the usual grounds and floors, and grippy on walls and when slippery/wet, it might screech if his foot accidentally kicks on certain surfaces).
Weapons:
- Whatever handy and around that he could use
- A switchblade
- The Leatherman, secondary.
An idea of the character's forte:
Dying Light - Parkour POV
