Hank Stannings

[chickenfoot]

Name : Hank Stannings
Alias : Chickenfoot
Gender :Male
Age : 15
Race : Caucasian
Sexuality :Heterosexual
Marital Status :Single
Religion : N/A
Hometown :Gone
Current Residence :Wherever it's safe
Occupation :Survivor
Height :6,0
Weight :205

Body Type :Slightly overweight
Skin :White w/ freckles
Eyes :Blue
Hair : Dirty blonde
Physical Description :Could stand to lose a few pounds, but could easily crush some infected due to shear mass

Personality :Compassionate, but easily angered
Likes :Video games, food
Dislikes :Trolls, Infected, most people
Fears :The unknown
Family : Not anymore
History :A simple nerdy teen, until they came, they killed everyone and only he survived, and he has vowed vengeance.

Strengths :Intelligence
Weaknesses :Strength
Weapons :Katana and a crossbow

[chickenfoot]

2:30 AM A small concrete shelter in the middle of a destroyed city

The wind whistled through the empty streets, tearing the last leaves from the dying trees, it carried with it the thick stench of decay from the mounds of bodies rotting in the twilight. The echoes had long since faded into the night, and the radio had turned to static. Hank Steppins lay on the cold, concrete floor of the makeshift shelter, memories ran through his mind, taunting him, reminding him of all he had lost. He stared at the tarp shielding him from the sky, and tried to sleep, but he couldn't, he knew his family would haunt him in his dreams.