<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Harold Dean<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong>30<br/><br/><strong>Occupation/Role:</strong>Gun Shop Owner<br/><br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><br/><strong>Appearance /Picture :</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://blog.friendster.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/Human-Warrior.png</div></div>Ignore the swords and the armor, I'm mostly using that picture for the face.<br/><br/>Team red shirt: Fuck no.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Gruff and rough is the name of the game, even when he's being compassionate he has a tendency to piss people the fuck off. However, he can also snark off with the best of them, cracking jokes at inappropriate times.<br/><br/><strong>Background:</strong><em>"One of the answers is fire, I know it is!"</em>Dean inherited a gun store from his father and ran it well. He never made much of a profit, but enough to keep him fed. When the zombie outbreak hit, he realized the smartest thing to do would be to actually slam the doors of his shop shut and shoot anyone who broke in. Why? Because the idiots going for guns would be the same people who never used them before and would just get killed. He, meanwhile, knew how to use a gun, and could use it to fight for himself. He's not adverse to fighting the hordes, but prefers to pick and chose his battles, only attacking on his own terms and retreating when it's not. His father taught him how to make simple explosives and traps, and he's been using them to great effect. Of course, he hasn't made a dent in the horde, but right now, his concern is getting the hell out.