<strong>Player UserName: NakitHefaile</strong><br/><strong>Character Name: Martin Mcashton</strong><br/><strong>Age: 22</strong><br/><strong>Gender: Male</strong><br/><strong>Established member of the colony?:</strong>No<br/><strong>Physical Description:</strong>Martain is tall and broad, standing six foot four, with  short black hair styled back in a military cut. He wears thin, wire frame glasses that are bent and scratched, and sit crooked on his face. The key word about this man is big. Big hands big feet,  both of which are in-proportionate to his already large frame. His face is hard, with an almost neolithic brow a wide nose, and a square jaw accented by the well trimmed beard (thanks to his trusty clippers) framing his jaw bone. At first glance this man might have walked out of the caveman exhibit of the local museum. Further details might dissuade that notion a bit. He usually wears a light blue polo shirt, collar turned up, khaki dress pants, and steel toed boots that look like they could use a really good polish. There is hair on his hands, knuckles, (and toes!) but this seems to be well kept and groomed as well. He keeps his teeth white, keeping his brush and a bottle of toothpaste (which is odd, but I'm assuming its not one of the supplies that would be running out, hygene usually takes a back seat in this kind of setting) on him at all times. Finally, to top off his outfit, he carries a wooden baseball bat, and an antique revolver at his hip, both of which have seen better days<br/><strong>Prior Occupation:</strong>Insurance salesman<br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Quirky, to say the least. Keeps himself as clean and well kept as humanly possible. And greets everyone with his 'I want to sell you something smile' comes off as charismatic, but really is just well versed and loves people. The end of the world hasn't broken this mans optimism, yet<br/><strong>Hobbies/Skills:</strong>Baseball, Hiking, reading, can give a good motivational speech once in a while but tends to have it flop. Is very quiet for a big man, often surprising those he is around.<br/><strong>Weaknesses:</strong>Blind as a bat without his glasses, cannot see more than ten feet infront of him at any time. His big fingers make it hard to do any delicate work (picking locks etc.) and can even make his gun misfire if he's not careful, which tends to make him too careful. His size makes it difficult to hide, so usually relies on silence and speed to get from place to place.<br/><strong>History:</strong>As you may imagine, Martin was quite the...interesting Life insurance salesman. Most people were intimidated by him, initially, and he remained completely oblivious. Martin spent most of his pre-Z days Hiking, Jogging, and playing baseball for the company team on the weekends. Often, his coworkers found him hilarious to look at, like a pro wrestler stuffed inside a business suit, and being ever the optimist, Martin took it to heart. During the initial phase of the outbreak, Martin was out, hiking, on a two week trip to the top of a local mountain. He encountered his first zombie at the park rest stop, where he had left his car. After scolding and warning the person to stay away didn't work, and after finding a corpse as he ran from the thing, he got back to his car (somehow, he doesn't even remember the specifics, though it involved a lot of jumping and acrobatics he wasn't quite sure he could do. He found his trusty ball bat, which was promptly bitten by the creature, and he used the bat as leverage to smash its head into the concrete.<br/>After returning home, and finding several of the shambling, vicious creatures roaming about the countryside, he decided it was best to lay low for a while. Being an avid hiker and survivalist, he had rations, trail mix, and various camp goods. He also kept a gun, it was old, a war trophy his grandfather had left to him. He stayed down in his basement, barricading against noise, and zombies, until he ran out of food.  Now he is out, and looking for some sign of civilization, or something that will give him an edge over the growing masses of undead.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Done</strong>