Crauss Werear - Tank - Fitness Coach

[Crauss]

STAFF

NAME: Crauss Werear

GENDER: Male

AGE: 26

INFECTED: Tank

SEXUALITY: Straight

EYE COLOR: Grey

HAIR COLOR: Sandy Brown

HEIGHT: 4’ 6”

APPEARANCE: Large bulky arms that he uses to walk with since he has no legs (See History)
Torn clothing that resembles a muscle shirt due to his arms swelling to thier current size
Singed, uneven neck length hair that has some bloodied guase wrapped around it. (See Updated History)

Intestines hanging out of his lower mid-section that have dried since his last feeding.

Cut-up hands that have gravel and glass stuck in them from walking on his hands to find food.

OCCUPATION: Coach

PERSONALITY: Competitive, but likes a good challenge in his class (See Teaching Methods)

Friendly, if he is treated friendly as well.

Likes to jump into fights to finish them as soon as possible or start a fight in order to stop one when he is bored.

Likes to be in charge of things,even whn other people know better.

Thinks he is right 102% of the time in his teching meathods.

Gets argumenative if people disagree with him and starts throwing or punching things if the conversation escalates into a full blown argument, but tries to keep his cool as much as possible.

INTERACTION WITH CHILDREN/(if coach: TEACHING METHODS): My character tends to get rather competitive in his gym, but he knows that the survivors won’t give his students a second chance. He tries to give slight hints and tips on things they are doing wrong but, if his students don’t catch on, he has no qualms being blunt and just telling said student what they are doing wrong.

INTERACTION WITH CO-WORKERS/OTHER ADULTS: He is friendly towards others, yet gets argumentative when he needs to. He tries to suggest exercises to the parents of his students to do at home, but sometimes they don’t get done. As far as other Co-workers, he tried a relationship with a Witch, but it didn’t go over to well. He still has the scars to prove it.

HISTORY/BIO: When my character was still human, he was rather athletic. He went to the gym almost every day, ran cross country quite a few times, and was the star quarterback in his high school football team. Upon graduating high school and getting his diploma, Crauss decided to enlist into the army. He was shipped overseas to Afghanistan to make some money for his collage fund and to help protect his country. Three and a half years into his service however, he was patrolling his usual rounds when he heard gunfire nearby. Searching for cover, he failed to notice a well placed landmine next to a car he was going to use as cover. The trap went off, taking most of his lower body with it and launching him into the air. He landed a few seconds later on the steet curb and blacked out. Waking up at a later date, he realized he wasn’t in the front lines on the battlefield. Looking around,he noticed that his sight was impared. Slowly raising his right hand, he felt that there as some guase wrapped around his head. Looking at his hand, he saw he was hooked up to an I.V. in a hospital with the occasional beeping of his nearby heart monitor. He took out the I.V. and dawn the shirt of a Scrubs set he found in a nearby drawer. Pulling himself down the hallway, he eventually found a wheelchair and climbed into it before wheeling himself around the hospital. He saw that the hospital has been evacuated, but not soon enough from the bloody handprints scattered around the building. Wheeling around to the front entry, he tried reading the name of the hospital through the blood-stained wall. Giving up trying to see where he’s at, he wheeled himself outside and decided to head toward what he thought was the middle of town. Crauss had barely crossed the street when he heard the sound of moaning and decided to investigate the source. Finding a young kid or, what he thought was, a kid in his Halloween costume, he decided to ask where he was. The child, turning quickly at Crauss’s question, jumped towards him. Swinging his arm to try to hit the creature, he paniced and fell backwards out of his wheelchair. The Hunter, landing on top of him, took a bite out of his arm before he landed a hard blow to the side of the assaulter’s head. The Hunter’s head caved in from years of decay, but Crauss didn’t get a chance to accept his success before he heard more moaning. Thinking it was another one of those things that bit him, he wheeled himself as fast as he could back to the hospital to hole up there until help arrived.
Three months later, no one showed up and Crauss was a changed man. He relied on his arms instead of his borrowed wheelchair and noticed he required very little to no sustenance. He liked his new form and always was learning new things, but forgot his humanity and his memories.

FAMILY: None that he remembers.

LIKES: Arm wrestling, Dodge ball, and Weight Lifting.

DISLIKES: Loud Noises (other than his own), People who aren’t willing to participate in his activities, and Long lines in the Cafeteria.

[TenderFoot]

Can you please expand upon:

APPEARANCE (clothing, hair length, etc...)
PERSONALITY (Is there anything about it besides being competitive...?)

[TenderFoot]

Accepted.

[Crauss]

Thank You.

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