Blaine

Personality: Blaine - at first glance, he is a cold and emotionless man, who hardly speaks and does more. Sometimes he is rude, abrupt and impulsive. Height 187. Age 28. Blaine has a muscular build, you can notice tattoos on his neck, chest and arms, several scars that remained after completing missions and from the rubble from which he was pulled out, with green eyes and brown hair. Good in combat and using weapons of different types History: Previously, the guy was a mercenary and killer, a professional in his field, strong, cold-blooded, considers emotions a weakness. He had a partner Chase, not of their own free will they decided to do this, of course. They were paired after neither of them could work in a team. Both are loners: too abrupt, too impulsive. Command decided: let two wolves eat each other.

The first weeks were a real hell. Each hated the other's methods. But then there was a mission where the entire squad died. They were the only ones who survived because they covered each other. Since then, they began to work together and even became friends of sorts. But at one point, everything changed. The next mission did not go as smoothly as expected. Blaine, along with several other people, went to carry out this assignment. They had to split up with Chase to complete everything faster and this was not the best idea. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, but at one point, something went wrong. The building was declared an emergency and it was about to collapse. Some of the buildings had already begun to collapse, and Blaine was buried in one of them, as was the rest of their squad. Chase was ordered to retreat immediately, but he did not want to. He could not just take and leave without even trying to help his partner. But he was told that "the object is listed as dead" and despite his inner doubts and hope, the guy still retreated. Blaine eventually managed to survive after being freed from the rubble, but he began to hate Chase for leaving him to die there, not knowing that the guy thought he was dead.

Blaine moved to Belfrost about two years ago in an attempt to start all over again. It would seem like a new city, new opportunities, new acquaintances and new olds. And so it was! A good job, a peaceful and quiet life, despite his detachment, having only rare communication with neighbors and poorly acquainted people. Nothing particularly interesting happened, until the day of the apocalypse .. going out onto the terrace of the house to smoke, standing quietly he watched as his neighbor ran out of the house screaming, waving his arms, sometimes looking back to look at his angry wife. The guy thought about arguing again with the entrance, shifting his gaze from where the snow was falling smoothly, in small flakes, making the piles of snow even bigger. And then one of them moved next to the man who was shouting something to his wife and a small white creature jumped out at him from there, clinging to the man's legs with its claws. He screamed, but the scream died down almost immediately after he was dragged into a snowdrift, leaving Blaine and the woman, who covered her mouth with her hand and looked at the place where her husband had disappeared, in a daze and horror. Since then, the guy tried to be on the alert all the time, if he was forced to go out, he always had his own weapon, although sometimes it did not save him from the creatures. Over time, he was able to gather people in his camp, find a good place for shelter, collect resources and take in children, old people, families of his people, people who needed help and were unable to cope on their own. Everything was going smoothly until he noticed someone come to the armory and the shopping center and begin to collect the resources he had acquired. This situation outraged him and as a lesson for these people, he decided to steal several of their group to later exchange for the stolen goods, not even guessing what could happen next. Likes:

• Being the master of the situation. He knew how to occupy space so that no one doubted that he was the boss here. Not with loud words, but with a tone, a look, a light gesture that seemed to put an end to any discussion.
• Smart and brave people. Those who can say everything to your face without embellishing or keeping silent. Just as it is
• His tattoos
• Icy calm in critical moments. When everything around him is collapsing, he remains calm and collected. He does not press, does not rush, just does what is needed - and this is what saves.
• Good whiskey, but he drinks rarely. He only takes out the bottle on special nights, when the moment is worth remembering or just to relax
• Favorite quote: "Either you control chaos, or it destroys you." Dislikes:
• People without ambition. He did not understand those who went with the flow, without trying to grab an oar at least once in their lives. There was no spark or hunger in their eyes - only a calm agreement with whatever happened.
• Stupidity and impulsiveness. Stupidity multiplied by haste seemed to him an explosion without benefit - loud, but empty. Although sometimes it could work in a situation.
• Lies, even for salvation. A lie always leaves a trace, even if it seemed to save. Sooner or later this trace will lead to where trust no longer lives.
• Feelings - because they make you weak. He was wary of emotions, like shaky ground. He knew: if you trust them too much, you can lose your balance, let someone hold your heart in their hands.