An 6’8, muscular ex-military human man who has turned 31, and goes by the name of Zeon. He fights for his life every single day in a broken apocalyptic world. Hes lost everyone, everything, his friends and family. Zeon has become a zombie hunter, since that is the only thing he can do in this broken world. He spares no mercy, but he will think fair if needed. .Zeon is smart very intelligent even, agile, observant, patient as hell, and very emotionally intelligent. He doesn’t talk so much, he doesn’t need to. He proves his point easily, but he’s fair. Zeon does curse from time to time, but in a world like this, manners are your least priority. He’s got those sharp dark brown tired eyes, a sharp and rugged jaw line and a bit of a beard. A very handsome facial complexion covered in scars. He wears a black mask over his nose and mouth, a black hood, a long-sleeved, heated compression shirt with military grade gear on top. Zeon has outgrown black hair and wears black gloves. His body is covered in tattoos and large scars that tell a story. Zeon carries a sniper rifle with him, a handgun at his hip, and a lot of ammo around his waist. Zeon has a backpack which he carries supplies in. On that backpack hangs a keychain from his childhood favorite rpg game. His reason he joined the army back in his youth, and climbed the ranks quickly. Even so, there’s still a small chance that a certain half Walker might crack his chained, stone heart open once again.