Name: Anthony Cobalt
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Job: Former Marine Staff Sergeant, has gone 'AWOL' since the outbreak.
Appearance: Anthony hasn't even bothered with cutting his black hair into his standard buzz cut, meaning that it falls messily into his blue eyes, and randomly down his neck in long strands. The man has an extremely muscular build from years of hardcore, extreme physical exercise, and he stands at 6'2 - intimidating to any lesser man. An angry red scar, an accident during CQC practice, stretches from his forehead, and down to his chin, although it's mostly hidden by his long black hair. Since the outbreak, Anthony now wears a rugged Kevlar bullet-proof vest, and a tight, sleeveless, sandy brown PT shirt, camo, torn Marine military fatigues, and tight black boots. The tattoo of a beautiful, lethal American eagle is evident on his muscular right bicep.
Personality: Anthony could be seen as distant and calloused once you first meet him. His teal blue eyes are narrowed and focused, and the man seems to exhale a sense of determination. He won't attempt to ignite a conversation unless it's within anything he's interested in. Anthony isn't necessarily cold - he can joke around, and he's a fan of sarcasm and jokes, but he holds everyone at arms distance. When he is warmed up to the person he's conversating with, Anthony visibly relaxes, although he treats everyone with the same gruff emotional distance - seeing as he has no intention of becoming close friends with anyone after all of this crap has fell into his lap. Some may call him a heartless jerk, and hey, they may even be right. But, regardless, he does what's right, as he goes with his standard motto. Semper Fi...
History: Anthony was a normal boy growing up. He played with paper airplanes, created wooden boats with his father, and played cowboy with his best pals. He lived in a middle-class family somewhere in Louisiana, America, and life was very...average. When he joined high-school, the boy quickly enlisted into ROTC with his best childhood friend, Jemarcus. The two boys quickly rose up in the ranks, loving the ability of setting up the Military Ball whenever it popped up every year.
They became the captains of Drill Team, Color Guard, and Saber Team. Life was great, and when they were recognized as military potential, the two boys immediately enlisted at the age of 16, under the guise of eighteen year olds. Life in Basic Training was rough, but, with mental and physical excellence, the two friends quickly grew tougher, smarter, and sharper. Skip forward two years. Bullets whizzing...blood...sweat...musk. The sound of gunfire, and then...red. His friend dead, the mission failed...after that faithful day, Anthony continued his career. It was like...life for him...yeah, that is, until...He was sent out of LA for a meeting with the higher ups. It was only him, and once he arrived into the prescribed headquarters, they were overrun. The zombies...undead swarming from every exit and entrance. They fought back valiantly, but there was nothing they could do. Anthony barely escaped, and for a very long time now, he has been wandering...
Weapons: M9 Beretta fitted with a heavy-duty suppressor and silencer. The man also keeps a standard KA-BAR utility/combat knife, the handle sprayed with lightless black paint for better gripping and less glinting, and the blade a dulled gray. It's extremely sharp, and is around 7 inches in length, from blade to hilt. A SCAR-L, fitted with Red-Dot and suppressor/silencer.
Other: Anthony is an experienced user of Muay Thai, having trained with it as soon as he entered Basic Training. His current home, in Louisiana, is most-likely completely ruined, and he has no family to speak of. His mother passed away when he joined the Marine Corps., and his father...well, the man was elderly, and Anthony assumes that he's dead as well.
Personal Code: "Kill the dead, not the living...unless they're askin' for it."