Species - Snow Leopard
Build - Thin, slender. He is incredibly fast, his mobility making up for his lack of physical strength.
Appearance - He is covered in head to toe in dark clothing for warmth and maneuverability. Not to mention a pair of worn goggles, and a rifle slung over his back.
Age - 16
Character Background -
Audentia was born and raised in a small town outside of Seattle, Washington. To him, an idea of a viral infection wasn't new to him, the plague was just another epidemic to him, he couldn't change it, he couldn't stop it. His parents were scavengers, teaching him the ways of peace and prosperity, rather than violence and murder. He grew to the age of 16, finding that the same people he called mother and father, were the same ones that sold him to an organization of slavers for enough money to live in luxury for the rest of their days. "He'll make a fine worker." They said, conspicuous smiles across their faces.
Auden was pushed through his limits, finally knowing the feeling of true pain. He became just another name on a checklist, an item. Needless to say, his experience within confines refined him into an angered individual, soon reaching his breaking point. He broke from the chains, escaping from the roving camp in a cloud of dust. His escape wasn't in guile, or arm strength, but in fact his mobility, his speed.
He knew the world was in a bewildering state, but he still remembered his parent's trade of gathering. He found a new set of clothes, an amassment of food, and most importantly, a scoped Mosin-Nagant, an heirloom of a family no more. He has never shot a gun before, his parents never allowed it. He then realized the same parents that restricted him were the ones that sold him into slavery, so he disregarded their philosophy, establishing one of his own. He used his weaponry to become a vigilante, a hero, a saviour of the wastes.
He took on zeds, looters, and forceful vigilantes alike, using guerilla hit and run tactics to pick off the herd. He became well known of the area as a walking silhouette, sending bullets flying before the victims were even aware. Despite his praise, he didn't want to be known as a killer. He wanted to pursue the arts, become a writer...
...But, as we may know, an apocalypse has no room for a philosophy such as his.
(I have no idea why I went so in depth, but I guess it counts as character development...)
