<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/UNpxnAn.png)</div><strong>Player UserName:</strong>TheRaven<br/><br/><strong>Character Name:</strong>Benedict Hawkes<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><br/><strong>Established member of the colony?:</strong>No<br/><br/><strong>Prior Occupation:</strong>Theatre Student (specifically, he's far better at dancing and acting than he is at singing)<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>One of the most apparently well-adjusted apocalyptic survivors, Benedict is generally a cheerful, funny guy. Admittedly his jokes can be a bit on the poorly-placed side, and more than once has he had to explain a Shakespeare reference he thought was funny, but at least he's trying to be upbeat. His fight-or-flight response is wired to almost always point to flight, which has served him well in the apocalypse. Benedict's a bit of a coward, all told.<br/><br/><strong>Hobbies/Skills:</strong>Benedict is very fond of Shakespeare, and has made it a personal goal to scavenge a full collection of all of his writing; additionally, he was something of a horror aficionado before the zombie outbreak, and is well-versed in general horror geek-dom. He also is a gifted liar and possesses a fantastic poker face, both of which he claims stem from being an actor, being paid to pretend to be someone else and keep a straight face. He doesn't have a bad singing voice, but often was made a chorus member and a dancer. He's certainly good at that, though, and still maintains dancing shape through a bit of that, but a lot of running. There are zombies to avoid, after all.<br/><br/><strong>Weaknesses:</strong>All of his combat training amounts to stage combat and half-drunk fistfighting advice given shortly before he got a very nasty black eye. Benedict can't fight to save his life. Additionally, his usual defense mechanism to keep bad feelings at bay is with humor, even if that humor is very inappropriately placed; suffice to say he cracked jokes at his grandfather's funeral when he was a child.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>Put simply, Benedict's led a pretty cushy life. The upper end of the middle class treated him well as a kid, his acting abilities got him a pretty big scholarship to an arts college for acting and dancing, and money has never been a huge concern for him.<br/><br/>Although he got a bit of a shock when, a few weeks after his twentieth birthday, his girlfriend tried to bite him. Admittedly, there wasn't anything wrong with that ordinarily, but this biting was the "moan and groan and consume your flesh" kind of bite, not the "moan and groan and let's go find the nearest flat surface" kind of bite. He scarcely avoided joining her as a zombie before running, just flat-out running for his car. With some kind of knowledge of what to do (being something of a geek, he was zombie-literate), he drove out into the countryside with his backseat and trunk piled up with as many medical supplies and cans of baked beans it could accomodate. He parked in a big empty field, and lived there for a while.<br/><br/>He lived pretty comfortably out there, occasionally moving around or breaking into an abandoned house to scrounge for more food, until the day came when, as his luck would have it, not only did a group of zombies show up, but he realized that the only way to really avoid this group, which was a pretty solid wave pushing in from the countryside, was to return to the city. Ditching his car when the big pileups started to appear, he ran and ran and ran. Hell, he's still running, still trying to find some kind of civilization. Hey, he's still got two cans of baked beans and a copy of<em>Much Ado About Nothing</em>in his backpack. That's gotta count for something, right?