Name: Malokei Schramm

Age: Roughly about 41 years give or take, but prison fools with one's memory and takes away your freedom to shoot guns, criminals and people that threaten your constitutional right to defend your life and tote weapons on yourself. God bless

Alibi:I'm alive cause it's my constitutional right to bear arms against anything that threatens my life. Now granted if things were normal I'd be in deep shit. But it isn't and I'm quite good at killing dead shit deader than ever.

Appearance: I'd put myself at roughly six foot and two hundred pounds with blue eyes. I was able to at least not be anyone's bitch while I was locked away and as such I was able to eat. My hair has been turning grey since I was thirty six though theres still patches of red in it. I got all my teeth and extremeties as well. I am a fan of camoflague jumpsuits and milspec gear provided I conserve battery power and ammo.

Skills(if any): I know a good deal about guns. How to put them together, clean them and fire them accurately. Born soldier really. I know how to scout and move about without drawing too much attention though those damn bastards seem to track by whether you're alive or not. Though I can usually get by them unnoticed since I know a bit about stealth. That and I know how to make bullets provided I got the equipment.

Personality: Well I believe in a man's rights. This is no world for minorities, homosexuals, commies or women. Especially since things have gone to shit. And I'll be godamned if I am going to let anyone tell me my rights. I am proud to be an American since all my families have served in every war since the american revolution. It's not my fault what happens if you find yourself in a world of shit for messing with me.

History: Was born in the third month of the third day of 1966. My father was a soldier and so was his brother. He died in nam and my mother left me in my uncle and grand fathe'rs care. They tought me how to be an American. They taught me how to use guns, maintain guns and how to defend myself from the communists should they ever invade.

Back in 83 I shot two cholos trying to rob me blind. Killed them deader than a door nail. Went to prison for man slaughter, since my guns weren't legally registered and the jury was of hispanic decent. They didn't feel the need to grant me my freedom after defending myself legally in my own home.

I was sent into a den of wolves. Folsum prsion where I spent 24 years living amongst criminals and from that I learned how to be a criminal and how to kill any dumb bastards dumb enough to give me or any innocent person trouble. I had a cache of weapons stored at my uncle's house while I was out of touch from the real world. He didn't have too much of a problem with storing the weapons since he too was a veteran of the korean and vietnam wars. That and he ain't too found of minorities and he ain't especially fond of criminals.

With his support and my ability to shoot people good, I was a vigilante. A true law man. Took it right out of those pansy's hands and into my own. I had put over thirty assholes in the ground. Then the rising happened and I learned the hard way that they came back. My family was eaten alive and very much surprised that they came after me along with all those I killed. I just rekilled them and took what supplies I could cram into a rucksack and headed for the outskirts of town. Things aren't ever easy.

Been waiting for shit to return to normal but it looks like I'll have to hide out here till they rot away completely or I kill them all.

Picture: Oh, don't fuss about it, I'll draw it once I say your character is totally badass.