Name: Richard N. Knights
Race: Human
Infected: No
Age: 21
Physical description: 5'11, 250 lbs. Has muscular arms and legs, but a but his stomach is a bit of a jelly roll. Dyed dark red hair comes down to his shoulders.

Primary Communication Device: Satellite phone
Primary Gun: Machine Gun [AK-47]
Primary skill: MacGyver

Bio: Richard tends to be quiet, and always has been. Even froma young age, he was always bigger then other kids. So people always figured he was dumb, too, because isn't that how it goes? But it's not. Richard is quiet, not because he's stupid, but because he likes to take his time and thoroughly think over something. He is calm, and patient. Always has been, always will be.

He led a fairly introverted life, spending much of his time alone, and even when he wasn't, he only hung around one or two other people.

His alone time was split between experimenting in the kitchen [often with drink mixing...both alcoholic and non-alcoholic] and practicing at a firing range.

When the outbreak occurred, and the shit hit the fan, he managed to keep his wits about him; his head on his shoulders. By the time things got to be really bad, his home was boarded up, and he had a decent supply of canned goods. He had his guns, and his ammo.

Other things:
Secondary [melee] weapon: Hatchet
Secondary [gun] weapon: Mossberg 500 shotgun
Secondary skill: Intellect
Tertiary skill: Muscle

Other gear: Padded coat, leather jacket, denim jeans, gas mask, caffeine extract, three ounce package of beef jerky [Teriyaki flavored!], 2 extra magazines for the kalashnikova, and ten shells for the Mossberg.