Name: William T. Spears
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Height: 6'3
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Skin Color: Caucasian
Body Type: Athletic, Muscular
Talents: Hand-To-Hand Combat Mastery, Weapons specialist (both guns and melee weapons), Survival Instincts
Home Base: Forghast Clock Tower
Pets: Black Kitten named Mouse (Irony)
Flaws:
1) His cold and calculating nature can sometimes put others off or even insult certain individuals as his tone and demenour can seem quite literally emotionless.
2) When too physically fatigued or hurt, William can sometimes spring into a "berzerker" rage which can destroy many enemies if pointed in the right direction, but the same goes for those who get in his path of destruction and can possibly injure his companions (unintentionally).
3) Due to his distrusting nature at first encounters, William will keep his "new found friend(s)" at a safe distance and unless a genuine situation good or bad came to pass he will attempt to use his "companions" as Zombie fodder.
Weapons:
A Generals first-class Obsidian titanium sword , known as the "Cold Screech" due to the sound and speed of it slicing straight though bone and flesh with incredible sharpness. Able to withstand major blows when it comes to melee weapons and blunt objects, this sword is sheathed and kept at Williams side at all times, it is also DNA activated on its guard and handle, booby trapped, if someone else that isn't William attempts to take the sword they will have their hand split off from hidden spikes that remain hidden within the guard and hilt of the blade making this the ideal weapon for soldiers of war.
William is also equip with a custom scoped triple shot revolver with caliber shots attached with enhanced reloading speed making him a deadly shot at both sniper point and close range, his perception and survival/gorilla tactics gives him an enhanced chance to kill/capture his prey regardless of footwear/clothing or climate, this includes how he handles his personal revolver.
Character History:
William T. Spears came from a renowned family that dates back to the English Empire, having his families reputation to live up to the young boy spent many years of his youth learning the "Arts of war" and combat of both physical and psychological nature making him a prime candidate for future warfare, as the years rolled by and young William turned into a man and quickly rose up the ranks due to his own personal advances in front line warfare and off-battle tactics. This quickly gave him the rank of a General and access to top secret security files which would in the future make England a military super power, it was biological warfare that was planned until the bio hazard escaped a secure facility and went rampant across the country.
As quickly as the English forces took action they too fell victim to the forces of the undead, rag tag groups and splinter militia soon formed across the many reaches of the world leaving the surviving William, alone, to fend for himself as he attempts to navigate the world and its new threats. Though he remains clueless of what to expect, it is his training and skills as a soldier that kept him level headed and calculating until his first encounter with the undead masses.
It was in a clock tower where he was attempted for extraction from surviving troops that were regrouping in the pacific ocean, seeing William as a valuable asset to the armies military power and strength the English forces attempted a rescue mission. William had gotten wind of this via radio contact and met them at the clock tower of Forghast, however not everything went according to plan as the first seen undead hurled themselves off the towers roof top at the helicopters blades and overloaded the vehicle from their scattering dead bodies, leaving the pilot and those aboard to burn alive.
Securing the area, William now waits for further instructions on how to proceed and as such, he set up various traps within his tower that would surely kill the already dead and the stupid, only the strong survive but the smarter ones will outlive the strong.
Other:
William has a fancy for the feminine beauty and never saw age as an issue, though he is a soldier and has been all his life he does take a fascination in such horrible times (Surely an odd fellow).
William had saved a small kitten from being crushed within the hands of an undead woman and named him mouse for his fantastically large whiskers and button nose, a small black kitten which makes its "mobile home" under William's hat, whilst within the Clock Tower, Mouse plays with the many dangerous tools Williams scavenges from the town below, being told off every now and then but is soon forgiven with a few strokes on the head, a lovable kitten, William trusts the kittens judgment and if the cat likes the person, then so will William.
Example:
It was another day in the clock tower and an uneventful one at that, the sun had just risen with its irritating rays hit William's closed eyes for the sounds of a small fluffy kitten sounded out within the heights of the clock tower, its eerie ticking stopped many years ago and now plays host to a soldier of war and his furry little companion. The clock towers top floor was stuffed with many objects, many of them were made homey whilst others were for combat and stealthy activities to which William took great pleasure in to pass the time, in the right corner of the room was a make-shift window and underneath lies a large king-sized partially dirty bed where William currently attempted to shuffle and sleep in, whilst on the floor lay threads and cloths of all kinds making the wooden floor more comfortable to walk across as some of its wooden planks bare splinters.
on the far end of the room sits a tool tray with an operating table which was where the many designs and traps were planted, created and blue-printed in the soldiers spare time which was a lot these days, many of the infected have either moved on or died from Williams many death traps. many supplies from water and bits of food decorate the sides of the towers floor but in the center of the room lays a rather large leather couch with a deactivated and slightly broken 34" flat screen T.V, obviously not in use, along with some magazines on the side, from the left of the couch was a table and able to easily fit four people to have a comfortable meal, the seats surrounding the table varied from salvaged dining chairs to computer ones.
The fluff ball of a kitten rolled off a pillow where it had been resting and fell on Williams face, it tensed with the attempt of throwing its claws out, but was unable due to the fact they had been blunted allowing William to rest easy, "Seems like someones awake...." He said in a tired tone of voice, a small yawn escaped his lips as he rolled over. Mouse jumping off and sitting on the far end of the bed, the soldier sat up and looked at the small kitten tiredly with a small smile, his frame was powerful as were his toned muscles whilst he looked around his home.
"Just another day...." Mouse meowed and jumped onto Williams covered lap, circling around and laying down with small purrs soon following, William smiled lightly whilst looking down at his small companion "Yep, just another day.."
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