<div align="center"><strong>Character Name:</strong> Ray<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 23<br/><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Straight<br/><strong>Appearance:</strong> He is a bit rustic in how he looks, but he's a clean guy otherwise. 5'7" and pretty muscular. So he looks like a tall dwarf. He usually wears a shirt.<br/><br/><br/>(http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:V0Epb9zGaBrL8M:http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v101/He219/Todays%20Pix/more/a9b26a71.jpg&amp;t=1)<br/><strong>Personality:</strong> He is a soft-hearted guy with a hate for zombies. He is a retired CIA agent so sometimes he comes off as a bit eccentric about something mysterious and unknown. Otherwise he is pretty straight forward and to the point about things.<br/><strong>Equipment:</strong> He has a backpack full of random things, like food, ammo, a hand crank boombox, and various McGyver type items. He carries around an automatic glock18 with an extended clip. He also carries an old hunting rifle to pick targets off from afar.<br/><strong>History:</strong> He was working for the CIA a couple of years before the outbreak. He is very conservative about his past, as he was taught to be. All his friends and family were distant with him due to his job, so his colleagues and peers were all he had to talk about his life with. He first got word of the outbreak through his contacts and spotty news reports. He trusted his contacts.<br/><br/>At first it seemed the infection was under control. He personally was in charge of a few cases concerning the breakout. It seemed an isolated event that could be handled, but then it started appearing in different places as if someone were intentionally spreading at random. He immediately quit his work, as the cases he started investigating were leaving him with nightmares. Children brutally killed only to come back and try to kill him. Women who had seemed to be loving and caring, turned to savage beasts. He even met a childhood friend, later, who had tried to rip his throat out.<br/><br/>At first the panic filled his little hometown and most ran to places, which they thought were safe, that became slaughterhouses. His hometown wasn't affected till one day a couple of the monsters ran straight into a neighbors house at night. First, it was the farmhouses out on the edge of town. Then, the shit finally hit the fan. He locked down his house and ran into his basement to wait out the storm. Cold, but he had no other choice. His basement was filled with necessities to hold out in case of a homeland attack. He waited until silence filled the town two days later. Afterwards, he made it his mission to kill and bury each one of the beasts he could find, hoping to give them a true final rest. After clearing the town for the most part and not finding any survivors, he decided to move on. He left on foot, with a backpack, a pistol for anything close, and a rifle with a scope for recon and range.<br/></div>