Shaun Harlem
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Male
21
Bisexual, he/him
155 pounds
6'0
Dark brown
He doesn't style it, instead it's grown long and messy, full of curls that reach his mid-neck.
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Amber, almost seeming yellow
Mixed race, his mom was black and his dad was white/hispanic
Its base color is a slightly darker medium brown, but he has a heavy tan that can make him appear darker.
He's tall and seems thin, but he does have a decent amount of lean muscle.
A deep scar on his face, starting from the left tip of his mouth and running jaggedly up to the beginning of his right eyebrow. He also has dark red burn marks on his hands and upper arms.
Shaun can often seem intense when he talks, having not much of a filter. He also seems to have a slightly hard time pronouncing his R's
Survive, scavange, get the best loot, end up on the winning side. He doesn't particularly care for the idea of finding a safe haven, instead seeming convinced that he and he alone is capable of making his own.
He's very manipulative and sneaky, intense. He doesn't seem to have much empathy, and any empathy he does have is locked away due to the fact that in his mind, he lives in a "dog eat dog" world and empathy will get him nowhere.
I mean, other than hating zombies,, meh
He's good at repurposing things, or finding useful things that others would overlook. One mans trash is another man's treasure.
Sawing the ends off of shotguns, sharpening his various knives, fighting over thumbtacks, the usual
August 19th
Highschool
His name is a reference to Shaun of the Dead.....
The scar on his face is from a previous encounter with another survivor, way back in the first few weeks of the apocalypse. He and this survivor, Anthony, got in a fight over some rations, and Anthony did..some fucked up shit
This character was created by Panda Fuzz on Notebook.ai.
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