Doomsday,lost nickname from highschool. only known to a few.Age:
: Malemarital status:
single, fiance became zombie.former occupation:
member of SEAL Team FiveStrengths:
Silent movement: trainesd to move without being seen or heard.
Hand-to-hand combat expert: black belt in Muay Thai.
knife combat expert
firearm proficiency: dead shot with a gun
camouflage: can create and use a ghillie suit. Can mask his scent well enough to throw off dogs.
Above average cooking: not the best, but can cook more than the basics.
Tracking skills: above average
Good, decisive leaderweakness:
Weak self-esteem. Not that he lets anyone know.
perfectionist: if something doesn't work out he uses it against himself.
inexperienced with women. I.E. virgin.
Blames himself for his brother's death
Unless forced to, he won't shoot a single round.special gear:
Galil with homemade silencer, Dragonov with homemade silencer, brother's combat knife, homemade ghillie suit.height:
186/extremely muscular. his six-pack has disappeared, but his abs are still flat and outlined. Hair:
cut with the knife into a shaggy resemblance of a close cropped haircut. Light brown. He has a goatee.skin:
lightly tanned eyes
range from green to blue and any shade inbetween. Usually, they are light-blue with light green lines running through it with a ring of dark blue on the outside. distinguishing features:
a scar that runs from about two inches under his left eye down his cheek across his jaw, along his neck and ends just above his collarbone. He has a bullet scar on his right shoulder blade and pec and one below his left kidney.personality:
He always seems to be bored/agitated. He has a great sence of humor although, he rarely tells jokes. He tries to be off-putting. He tries to remain alone, but has been known to take on a partner or two. Although, they soon leave him for a colony or larger group. He is extremely protective and loyal. He also follows a strict code of ethics. Those three traits are a strength and a weakness. If his friend is in trouble, he won't abandon them and will die trying to savethem if it comes to it. Underneath that stern exterior is a sweet and sensitive man Likes:
swimming, reading, training in hand-to-hand combat. dislikes:
arrogant people, betrayal, dishonerable circumstances, zombies(lol)fears:
fears being alone, ankylophobic(fear of not being able to move joints, for him being unable to move), fear of failure, fears losing a companion, especially if it's his fault.history:
Years before this...disease infected the planet, Corbin had grown up in Texas. He had been the kind of kid that was bullied and tricked. His best friend had turned his back on him for popularity and no girl wanted anything to do with him. After graduating High School, he had joined the Navy. During boot camp, he was injured and was sent to RCU, or Recruit Convalesant Unit. A healing ward for those yet to graduate. While there, he met a beautiful woman who would soon become his fiance. He was a virgin that had once promised to save himself for marriage. She would be his first. However, two months after their engagement, a man spread lies and manipulated her fears until she broke it off over a phone call. He had given that woman his whole heart and betrayed him. Ever since that day, he had problems believing that a woman was really into him. He saved himself, not because of that old promise, but because he didn't trust anyone enough to get that close. About a year later, he tried for BUD/s. It took him twice to get in. He came out even more heavily muscled than before.
Corbin had been in Georgia when the outbreak was discovered. Some of his bestfriends began devouring one another. He had been forced to kill the things that used to be the people he trusted. After he recovered from the shock, he realized the implications that came from this encounters. This couldn't be isolated. His brother was endanger. 'He should be safe for a while. He has that knife I gave him and I've trained him how to use it.' He grabbed his galil and his dragonov, along with all the ammunition he had and shoved them in the back of the armoured humvee. He then drove, sometimes running over what he now knew were the undead. He drove as fast as he could back to his brother's hous in Texas. Stopping twice to fill up at military bases. He had to kill quite a few zombies, using the armoured platin to protect him. When he reached his brother's house, the door was hanging on the hinges, tattered and scratched to hell. He pulled out his gallil and silently walked into the house, the bodies of the undead(once more dead) littered the floor. He followed the trail and found the most gruesome of all sights, more zombies overlapping eachother and on final.body. A person with a knife through his face, holding him upright against the wall. It was his brother. He had a few bite marks on his body. 'He must have been bitten and instead of waiting to turn into those things, he stabbed himself in the head and into the wall.' He walked over and with an effort, pulled the knife free. He got back into the humvee and drove away. He only let the tears out on the road. He drove east, where there was, for the most part, less people. He switched cars when there wasn't a military base nearby. He continued west until he hit California.