<div align="center"><strong>Name</strong><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Pristina;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Austin Roderick Darcy</span></span><br/><strong>Nickname</strong> <br/>Atlanta<br/><strong>Age</strong> <br/>25<br/><strong>Height</strong> <br/>6'2"<br/><strong>Weight</strong> <br/>171lbs.<br/><strong>Gender</strong> <br/>Male<br/><strong>Virgin</strong> <br/>Yes<br/><strong>Complexion</strong> <br/>Olive<br/><strong>Markings/Tattoos</strong> <br/>Thin scars he received around the farm either accidently cutting himself or scraping his skin against something sharp. <br/><strong>Accessories</strong> <br/>Pewter Cross with chain<br/><strong>Past Occupation</strong> <br/>Just an average farm boy<br/><br/><strong>Appearance</strong><br/>(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/farmboy-1.jpg)<br/><strong>Written Appearance</strong> <br/>Atlanta looks like your typical southern boy. He has dirty-blond hair and rich, dark-brown eyes. He often tends to seem like he's squinting into the sun, and he'd tell you it's not because he needs glasses. His jaw has light stubble, though if not cared for, can grow into a thick, mountain man beard. He's tall, lean, and working around the farm has kept him fit for dealing with zombies.<br/><strong>Personality</strong> <br/>Atlanta tends not to talk much unless he has to. Being born on a farm, he's done nothing but take care of the animals all day, and so he doesn't do too well socially. He has a strong southern accent and tends to enjoy simple things mostly involving nature. There's a presence of security that surrounds Atlanta and looking at his face and how he carries himself, one might think the man wasn't afraid of anything. He would admit that deep down he is afraid, but fear is what makes him courageous. The fact that Atlanta doesn't talk much tends to give off the impression that he isn't smart. His stereotypical southern boy appearance might contribute to that claim, but he's actually very clever. He has a healthy sense of humor and tends to be the kind of guy to cheer a person up. If ever confronted with a situation, where Atlanta may have to fight, he <em>will</em> fight.<br/><strong>Likes</strong> <br/>BBQ, good food, sweet potato/pumpkin pie, Fanta orange, sweet southern-style tea, liquor, smart women, animals, nature, sleeping and music.<br/><strong>Dislikes</strong> <br/>Zombies, annoying people, selfish people, and worry-warts.<br/><strong>Quirks</strong> <br/>Slightly paranoid, nightmares, snores, attached to his Winchester 1873, doesn't trust people, independent, and used to being a lone wolf. Lone wolf attitude has made him stubborn. He isn't sensitive, but if anyone asked about his family or what he's been through, he will pretend he never heard the question, avoid the question, get defensive, and just out-right refuse to talk about it.<br/><strong>Education</strong> <br/>Home schooled and was pursuing a degree online in veterinary, but never finished. He's not a mechanic but he knows how to identify most problems with a vehicle and how to fix them.<br/><strong>Talents</strong> <br/>Sing, play guitar, grill, hunt and prepare animals for eatin', and <em>'rastlin'</em>.<br/><strong>Current Ambition</strong> <br/>Hopes to find normal people he can trust.<br/><br/><strong>Weapons</strong> <br/>Winchester 1873 (family heirloom), Remington Model 700 w/ scope, boey knife, and whatever he can find.<br/><strong>Items</strong> <br/>Backpack - lighter, underwear, extra pair of shoes, socks, toilet rolls x2, soap bar, wash cloth, jerky, mini first-aid kit, tooth brush, tooth paste, mug, bottled water x 3 four packs of ammunition - two packs per weapon, and a flask of Jack Daniels liquor.</div>