Character Story: For as long as he cares to remember Ace's world has had the infection. Sense the day he was born his family has been on the move, first fleeing from the government looking to arrest his father for an unknown crime and second from zombies looking for blood. From the day he was ten he was taught how to protect himself. His cold brutish father unwilling to let him be a burden on him after his 18th birthday taught him how to kill a man in the most brutal of ways with a style he developed himself. When he was 16 Ace earned his name as well as his first taste of killing up close. When his mother and father where asleep in some wrecked gas station Thomas saw a light approaching. His father had beat some amount of paranoia into his face that day and Thomas spread his lithe form across the low roof of the gas station. Waiting until the shadowed figure was beneath him he let himself fall, grabbing the mans chin underhanded and twisted with his falling weight, snapping the mans neck without a struggle. Looting his body Thomas found what he assumed to be an old military man under his hands. He took all he could. By morning the mans dismembered body was gone without a trace. His father refused to question where Thomas had gotten his gear and simply claimed him lucky, like an Ace in the hole. After the next 2 years Ace was discarded by his father and mother like refuse. They simply ghosted away in the night leaving their 18 year old son alone on his birth day. With iron hard determination Ace refused to look for them, instead planting his feet in the earth and smiling as the sun rose. For the days sense then Ace has traveled towards the city once known as New York hoping to find survivors in numbers enough to keep him safe.
Appearance: Ace isnt especially tall or broad, attractive or ugly. He is simply plain in looks. His nose is slightly crooked from his father breaking it again and again and again, his hands are hard and knotted from learning his fathers way of fighting. His chest has one ragged scar down its left side from when his father cut him open in one of their practice fights. His eyes are almond shaped and his mouth is twisted slightly from ripped lips. Despite all this his teeth are only the slightest bit crooked. He keeps his hair long and tied back in a tight pony tail. His muscles are tight and strong beyond reason, his clothing is always tight, held firm by a set of leather straps he keeps around his limbs and chest.
Other Physical Characteristics:Several scars on the chest and limbs. One tattoo on his back, a sign of a twisted Ace with several hands gripping his arms and legs.
Clothing: Tight brown shirt and pants. A thick leather trench coat looted from an old house. Heavy tight steel toed boots and a pair of leather gloves including a set of wraps around his wrists.
Personality:Light and fairly well humored even in the most tense situations. He trains religiously the art his father taught him. He is socially awkward to a T. always a little "off" his mind focusing on random things that seem important to him at the time.
Strengths: Learning to survive on next to nothing and handle high stress situations where his daily bread. Killing a man with whatever is on hand is a skill beaten into him day to day from his overpowering father. He can take pain impossibly well, hardly tearing up when his father almost disemboweled him.
Weaknesses: Hates new people arriving unexpected. But other than that he has few. Using a firearm was taught to him but only for a short time, mainly learning how to use a gun in an extremely close quarters fight.
Starting Equipment: 9 Changes of clothes, 20 leather belts, 14 assorted knives, steel toed boots, gloves, 40 hair ties, box of matches, 200 ft of thin steel wire. 50 ft of not so thin steel wire. Bells, 2 air horns, 1 jar of blood, wrist tape, Firestarter kit, 4 shots of adrenalin, dried fruit and meat, bottle of water, Downsizer Mini Pistol, 50 spare bullets, Armenius Vindicator, 3 spare clips, a pair of iron knuckles, weighted steel net.