Corbin LaneFace Model/Physical Description:
5'11", 189 lbs., 3 bullet wounds (top of right pectoral, just above left kidney and under left shoulder), 6 knife wounds (small scar from gash across the bottom right side of jaw, gash scar across inside of right thigh, criss-cross scars on right arm, long gash on back from right shoulder-blade to left hip, and stab scar on mid-right side of back), Heavily muscled, walks hunched over, looks dangerous.Age:
Strong women with a gentle touch, innocent sounding voice, young women, oral sex, vaginal sex, prefers doggy and cowgirl positions.Personality:
Used to be very outgoing and friendly, protective and loyal to a fault. Due to his history, he has become extremely introspective and quiet. He stays out of everyone's way and tries not to care about anything, believing that that will only lead to more suffering. Occasionally though, his old self will shine through. Just a hint of a smile, a soft chuckle towards a joke, a soft look in his eyes, a protective action. Small things, but a sign that his real self is still there, just locked up behind the pain.History:
Corbin joined the military when he was 20 years old. He originally joined as a Master-at-Arms in the navy, but wound up applying to the Navy SEAL/s. It took him 2 times(one year) to pass the BUD/s school, but when he passed, he felt extremely happy. He had completed the training that more than two-thirds of his brothers couldn't. He was now the elite of the elite. He went home and celebrated with his parents and his kid brother. His brother had always bugged him growing up, but now he seemed hell-bent on following in Corbin's footsteps and Corbin wasn't about to fail him. After taking several specialty schools in the SEAL/s, such as Medic, Radio Engineering, etc., he was told to take at least one form of martial arts. Although they wanted him to learn one weapons martial arts and one grappling martial arts. So, Corbin to Kali, a Filipino knife fighting school, and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. It took him about 7 years to become proficient in both arts. He was 30 when he received his black belts. The whole time, he had been teaching his little brother how to use a knife correctly, under the condition that he would never use the techniques unless his life was in danger.
A six-and-a-half months later, he received new that the virus that had been raising the dead had spread like wildfire across the United States. Corbin, like many others, left the base to check on family members. Just before they all left, they were given orders. Once they had found their families, they and any survivors were to report back to base for further instruction. Corbin knew what would happen when they got back. They would fortify the base and turn it into a fortress where they could hold off the undead.
Corbin drove a Humvee with a snow dozer blade attached to the grill. That would prevent those bloodsacs from damaging the vehicle when he plowed into them. He drove for hours until he reached his parent's home in Texas. That was where they were all supposed to meet in the event of a global catastrophe. What he saw horrified him. Corpses lay motionless on the ground. Most had bullet holes in their heads. However, those at the door had heads missing or holes from where they had a blade pierce their skulls. He warily stepped in the house in case there were some left alive. As he followed the trail of bodies through the house, he got a morbid premonition of what he would find and sure enough, he found his mother's and father's corpses among those of the undead. They had mercifully been killed and prevented from a much worse fate. However, he still hadn't found his brother and there were still more corpses. He hoped that he wouldn't find his brother cause that would mean that he had made it out of here. Yet, when he walked into the last room, he found his brother. He was hanging on the wall by the knife he had used to pierce his skull. The very knife that Corbin had gotten him. His brother had been bitten on the shoulder and rather than become one of those things, he had destroyed his brain.
Corbin wept as he pulled the knife from his brother's head and watched as the body collapsed. Corbin changed at that moment. His eyes adopted a haunted look and he stopped talking except when needed. He adopted a new mantra and repeated it every day. 'Don't care. Don't feel. Caring brings only more suffering.'
He became a different person altogether. When he returned to base, he found it occupied by a few undead and the corpses that were the result of a major battle. If there were any survivors, they were long gone. Corbin went down there and used his brother's Kukri to silently slaughter the remaining 14 zombies. He looted the armory of every round of ammunition he could carry for the weapons he would use and left.
A month later found him with a make-shift army made up of rednecks, former soldiers and common folk-turned gunmen. They liked him because he would take guard detail without complaint and he was able to kill any undead that came upon them without drawing attention from other undead.