[fieldbox="Dexter Bastian Fletcher, orange, dashed, 10"]
Name: Dexter Bastian Fletcher
Nicknames/Aliases: Dex, or Bass (like the fish, not the instrument)
Age: 24 [7/7/02]
H&W: 6'0" & 185# (pre-apocalypse)
Gender: Male
Appearance: Brown hair, dark brown (almost black) eyes. Tall and well built, muscular, and in very good shape. Usually keeps medium-length hair. Not very dressy, usually wears boots, jeans, and sleeveless shirts, sometimes with a flannel over it.
Personality: Around most people, Dex is a serious and no-nonsense type of person. He HATES smalltalk, and will go to great lengths to avoid pointless conversations, preferring to stick to himself. The one exception is his younger sister, who he dotes on, and is incredibly protective of. While interacting with strangers, he can seem a little bit on the abraisive side, but he is just generally a good person.
History: Dex comes from a well off family, thanks to his father's work. He never really wanted for anything growing up, and as a result ended up slightly spoiled. He graduated high school at the top of his class and earned a scholarship to a very prestigious college, but, after an argument (about his chosen major) with his father that blew out of proportion, he left home, rejecting his father's dream of having him as a scientific protoge, and joined the Army.
Dexter spent most of his five-year term overseas at a base in Japan, having limited contact with his family or friends from home. He intended to sign up for another term after his contract expired, but, upon being given the news that his mother was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer, decided to return home instead. He bought his mother a service dog, trained to carry oxygen tanks and provide comfort, and she named the dog Hero.
The world went to shit 6 months after their mother succumbed to her cancer, leaving the family broken and divided. Their father shut himself away, pretty much leaving Dexter to take care of his sister. During the initial breakdown of the planet, they were relatively safe in their home for a few months, which, thanks to their father's paranoid nature, had been prepared for a natural disaster. But the close quarters, and their father's mental descent, led to an unstable foundation that was bound to crumble. And it did, one day when after a fight with their father, his younger sister Riley stormed off. Dexter went looking for her, but all he found were signs of a struggle and a whole lot of blood. After a long, fruitless search with no more signs of Riley, he returned home. The guilt drove his father to commit suicide a few days later, leaving a note that said he'd done it - he'd made an immunization for the Z. gondii parasite and instructed Dexter to get Hero - now the carrier of the only known hope of the human race - to Washington DC. He left that night, with only Hero, the clothes on his back, and whatever supplies he could carry.
Skills:
-he's in great shape, so he can run fast, and for a long amount of time
-great at picking locks
-pretty good shot with a rifle (military training) but is a little out of practice
Likes:
+exercising
+working on mechanical things
+dogs
Dislikes:
-smokers
-loud, obnoxious people
-wide open spaces
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[fieldbox="Hero Fletcher, blue, dashed, 10"]
Name: Hero Fletcher
Breed: Staffordshire Terrier
Age: 2
Gender: Male
Appearance: Short, muscular dog with a fat head, tan in color with a white chest, paws, and snip on his nose. Snout is black, and he wears a thick black collar.
Likes:
-people
-snacks
-being petted
Dislikes:
-yelling
-angry people
-vegetables
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