.:General:.

Name: Scott Bruhn
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Personality: Scott tends to distance himself from others, so no one gets caught up in his line of work. He seems to have a cold, non-caring personality towards the civvies until he gets to know them. It is just an act to protect them from any dangers that come with his job. He will help out his fellow Corpsmen whenever he can on the battlefield or off. Due to the fall out with his parents, Scott distanced himself from everyone he cared about. He is a loner and does not like the company of others. His former Corpsmen dubbed him "lone-wolf" due to the fact he always disappeared on missions to complete the objectives on his own. Don't let his rough exterior fool you though, he still cares about people enough to help them in any way possible He has no care in the world when it comes to his life, but that doesn’t mean he’s suicidal, he’ll just do whatever it takes to complete his mission. He feels at home with danger; if you want a man to send into a highly dangerous area, it’s him. He has stared Death in the face several times and won the staring contests.

Appearance: Scott has a build of most Marines, stocky and well muscled. His tight jaw line shows he means business in severe circumstances. For this former Marine old habits die hard, hence why his hair is always cut in a fade style and he has no facial hair. He keeps himself well groomed and his clothes tightly pressed. His grey eyes, from what other's have told him, turn a solid demon-like black when he is enraged. He has several markings that show what happened to him after his father started to beat him. The scars from his childhood have disappeared, along with any feelings left for his family. During his only tour in Iraq he was captured and tortured, he still has the scars the machete left across his torso. He has a tattoo of Valkyrie wings on his right forearm.

Background: Scott was a master at a dojo before his fallout with his parents. They had an argument about him joining the armed forces to help protect his country. Both his parents told him it was a stupid idea and that the government was brainwashing him to do this. Then after his mother died, his father became an alcoholic and abused him and his brother. His brother was 19 and decided to leave his brother for all the beatings. Finally one day, he had enough of his fathers beatings and fought back. It was from this point on, whenever he was enraged his eyes turned solid black. Attacking his father with whatever was available to him, Scott put his father in a coma. After this he decided to runaway, live his dream, and never speak to either of them again. He was lucky enough to find a recruiter that had taken him into his home until he was old enough to enlist.

Driven by the desire to never see either his brother or father again, Scott graduated in the top of his class. Later he was deployed to two tours in Iraq in 2002-2005. During his final tour, his unit was ambushed during a routine patrol of Fallujah, besides himself, two others survived the attack and were taken prisoner. He was Honorably Discharged after being rescued from Fallujah. During his time as a POW, he was tortured and still carries the scars. After his discharge, medical professionals observed Scott and concluded there was no sign of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

Occupation:
Gun cage at the local police department

.:Items:.

Weapons: Glock 17
Special Item: Black USMC Zippo

Abilities

Strengths: Marine Corps training
Weaknesses Doesn't like people
Fears Spiders

The Rest

Extras:
- 2 17 round mags for Glock
- 5 days supply of MRE's
SP. Word: .:Admin Edit:.
Sample: Scott was sleeping very lightly, with a hand under his pillow clutching his Glock, in his single bedroom apartment when he was suddenly jarred awake by a scream. Reacting upon reflex his hand flew out from under his pillow with the handgun raised. He quickly scanned his room and cautiously opened his bedroom door. He stepped into the hallway and walked into his living room, without any excitement. He was about to turn around and head off to bed once again, but another scream pierced the air, followed by multiple gunshots. This got Scott to rush over to one of the windows and peer outside.

What greeted his eyes was like something out of a B-rated horror movie. There were multiple police officers firing into a crowd of advancing people to no avail. But what surprised him the most was the fact that the crowd consisted of people that were actually missing limbs and/or covered in blood. Plus the fact that they were feasting upon anybody that was too slow to escape their grasp. Scott's mind quickly registered the creatures for what they were, zombies.
There's only a couple ways to kill them, fuck were they, yes, of course break their necks or blow their brains out. He thought to himself.

Before he could relay his message to the few cops that were still alive, there was a pounding on his door. Not just any pounding, but a slow rhythmic pounding that he knew from the nights he stayed up late to watch those horror movies he loved so much.

Shit they're inside the building, extra mags. Need to grab some extra mags. Tell the cops to aim for the heads first. He scolded himself.

"Hey, aim for their heads!" He shouted down at the last three cops. They looked up at him for a split second then nodded their heads accepting his input and started firing again. Acting quickly, Scott pushed his couch in front of the apartment door to try and delay the zombies while he quickly got dressed. Pulling on his desert cammies and his combat boots, he rushed to his nightstand and withdrew the three extra mags for his weapon and ran out to the living room. Only then did he notice the silence, he peered out the window once again to see that cops were all dead, but they managed to take some of the zombies along with them.

He backed away from the window at the sound of crunching wood. He looked over at the door and saw that one zombie was crawling over the door fragments and fell to the ground. The zombie slowly stood up and stumbled over towards Scott reaching out for him with bloodied hands. Dodging the zombies grasp, Scott ran behind it and grasped it's head. Breaking it's neck with the greatest of ease thanks to his combat training. He looked back at the door to see two more zombies falling on the floor of his apartment.