~*Roman Carter*~

Name: Roman Carter Nickname(s): Ro (his mother used to call his this, it makes him emotional) Height: 6 foot 2 Age: 22 Nationality: British (Greek heritage) Occupation: used to play professional baseball

Appearance: very conventionally attractive. Body: Lean, athletic, strong, wide shoulders, strong veiny hands, long fingers, pale white skin, toned arm muscles. Face: Pretty blue eyes, long eyelashes, straight nose, faint freckles, thin lips, straight eyebrows, sharp jawline, defined adams apple. Hair: Dark, black short straight hair. sort of shaggy on top. very very soft.

Personality: Roman is a very genuine person. he feels that you can find a person's true intentions by the way they treat others. he loves to be helpful and always wants to help others, spending most of his time working to support other people. he's incredibly kind and empathetic towards everyone, even strangers. he wants to make sure that he can put a smile on people's faces, no matter who they are. he's frightened about the future and has issues coming to terms with the past. he gets nervous around change and often is afraid to put himself or others in danger. Roman has a bad habit of people pleasing, often putting others before himself even when he's struggling. he blames himself a lot for anything that goes wrong, putting the weight of the world on his own shoulders. despite this, he's an incredibly optimistic person and he always tries to look on the bright side of life.

Background: Roman grew up in a home with his parents and grandparents. they were very supportive of his dreams and pushed him to become the baseball player he alwaus wanted to be. his parents loved him very much, and his grandpa would practice baseball with him at every opportunity. when the apocalypse began, Roman's parents made sure to pack a bag for their son just incase. roman insisted he'd never need it and he wouldn't leave his family. unfortunately, a large hoarde of zombies found their house and began to attack his family. instead of letting him try to fight them off, Roman's grandpa forced roman to leave and insisted that he ran away.

against his will, roman ran, not wanting to see his beloved family destroyed by the zombies. he took the bag of supplies and his baseball bat, using it as a weapon when he came across any zombies. eventually, he hammered nails into the bat to make it a better weapon.

Relationships: Mother: Samantha, she was very kind, deceased. Father: George, he helped Rkman get his first job, deceased Grandpa: Hector, he was Romans closest friend, Roman watched him die, deceased. Best friend: James, best friends from school and baseball teammates, missing(?).

Life outlook: Optimistic, he hopes that one day life will return to normal and he'll find his family again. he lives in constant hope, smiling every day so as not to lose his will.

Habits:

• he still makes sure to train every day like he would for baseball practice. he likes to make sure he stays fit.
• he bites his lip when he's nervous, and taps his fingers against surfaces when he's thinking.
• he eats a lot. it's not very convenient when you're living off of rations.

Extra:

• he's definitely a cat person, though most people assume he prefers dogs.
• he loves sweets and sweet things, though he hasn't had any for a long time due to the apocalypse.
• he always smells like mint and eucalyptus. it's very uniquely him.

Setting: In this world, zombies crawl the streets and nature grows around abandoned buildings. Water and electricity is cut off, shops raided, food scarce. In built up areas, cars lay abandoned on the roads, rusted and grown over as nature reclaims the planet. Houses are mostly boarded up, though most survivors find themselves in quarantine zones set up around the world. The government has been demolished, the military limited.

The apocalypse began when a simple disease in wheat crops spread around the globe, infecting food like flour and bread. as people digested it, their bodies began to crumble in on themselves, decaying as the disease duplicated inside them and re-animated their bodies after death. These people turned to zombies, roaming the world in attempt to find food. Unfortunately for the planet, the food these zombies wanted to eat was people.

In the first few weeks, the government ordered bombs in all major cities, destroying built up areas within minutes. there were billions of casualties, and yet even then the disease spread. Quarantine zones were set up soon after, barricading walls around each zone to keep zombies out and people in.

Now, most quarantine zones are taken over by cruel gangs, the military is barely existent anymore, and most people surviving alone are cruel, turning on strangers in order to keep themselves alive. Trust is rare, and survival is rarer. Zombies are vicious, carving out chunks of flesh and feasting like a kid on Christmas day. Hopefully, the world will find peace once more.