Marcus était juste là. C'était tout ce qu'il pouvait faire en ce moment pendant que Ravenia prenait le temps d'évacuer ses problèmes et de tout enlever de sa poitrine. Elle était stressée au-delà de la croyance, il le savait beaucoup. L'incident de sniper n'a pas aidé sa tension artérielle non plus. Il ne pouvait que regarder comme la fille était escortée par Tank et Tobias.
Lentement, il fit un pas en avant, puis un autre jusqu'à ce qu'il marchât avec Ravenia et Tobias, regardant Ravenia presque à l'avance. "Ne t'arrête pas." Il a suggéré. "Venez vos frustrations." Il pourrait supporter d'être crié pendant un moment, et si c'est ce que Ravenia avait besoin de se calmer, alors c'était ce qu'il allait faire. Il a toujours fait pour un bon auditeur. Il était là pour Shay quand elle est arrivée pour la première fois, sans parler de beaucoup d'autres, et il était aussi là pour n'importe quel ami qui avait besoin d'une oreille pour parler. Il ne pouvait pas s'éloigner trop loin des portes, mais avec plus de personnes à surveiller qu'auparavant, il pouvait se permettre de prendre quelques pas à l'écart pour l'amour de la Mère.

"Où est-ce que j'allais me cacher?" Cynthia a répondu à leurs questions. "Passer dans les bâtiments voulait dire que je pouvais courir autour et vous conduire à une poursuite pendant un moment avant d'avoir à s'échapper." Elle se riait brièvement avant de continuer, en marchant subconsciemment avec Tobias pendant qu'elle pensait et parlait. "Je pourrais courir pour toujours, comme si l'énergie n'était pas vraiment un problème pour moi et ça n'a jamais été. mon plus grand meurtre avec ma chérie avait été de deux mille, trois cent vingt-quatre mètres." Une fois de plus, elle s'est ridiculisée dans son rire faux et nasal. "Je l'ai compté."
:.Born As.:
Carl-Wayne Thule
:.What You see.:

"The only easy day was yesterday"
"Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity"
A general description:
Roughly 5'10" probably closer to 6' if not for the noticeable hunched over look from being in his half dead state. A rather stocky guy considering. Built like a bear with toned muscles and large hands and feet. He's bald but has some greyed/ashy colored facial hair. Forehead is deeply wrinkled, an obvious abnormal aging effect on certain areas of his skin.
He wears handmade leather and plant fiber clothing (blends of cotton and various similar woven fibers. His leather pants and shoes are both a deep brown color with reddish brown dirt stains on them. Relatively clean for living in the wastes. He obviously takes great pride in the things he creates with his own hands. He also wears a handmade leather vest that has snug pockets on the front and sides that carry his various field tools (hunting/carving knives, ropes and fasteners, etc.)
He has several scars on his forearms that will probably never heal due to his half dead state. His eyes give him away, where use to be brown irises are now hollow looking grey circles.
:.Also Known As.:
The Woodsman, The Hunter, Old man, Treekeeper.
:.Appear To Be.:
(Late 40s-50s) he actually died at 35 but came back mostly the same with a few side effects.
:.The Doctor Said.:
Male
:.I Swing Towards.:
Straight.
:.People Say.:
Generally good natured man, likes to be alone, but will never turn down a good conversation, or a good glass of whiskey. Willing to lend a hand, but doesn't take Sh** from anyone. Has a soft heart for children and women in distress.
Hates his condition, and most others like him. Goes out of his way to avoid other half dead, and kills any of the actually dead that he sees. Mostly to protect the living but secretly because he hates them.
People recognize him as a master craftsman of primitive items (utensils, tools, weapons like bows and arrows and swords/knives, pottery.) And generally enjoy his meat products from his forest gatherings (steaks, jerkys, etc.)
:.What I Like To Do.:
Hunt, craft, play guitar, write, fix things, anything he can do with his hands that keeps him distracted from being a half dead outcast.
:.Profession.:
Hunter/craftsman
:.The Past Was.:
Before the fall Carl-Wayne worked in a lumber mill and was always sort of the outdoorsman type. Him and his wife Cindy lived in a cabin about 10 miles from the mill. He was quite the musician, not overly handsome, but his build commanded looks and respect from those around him. He had no children as his wife was infertile. He always wanted kids but she meant the world to him and he wouldn't change a thing.
He was always good at trade work and working with his hands, he really was a simple man in those times. He had a dog named Buck, and went to church on Sundays, not so much because he was religious, but there wasn't much else to do in his small town, and Cindy seemed to find some peace in life with it, so it stuck.
:.The Proud.:
Half dead woodsman.
:.A Glorious Gift.:
-Half Dead do not need to eat or drink, though doing so does help keep their bodies from decaying like a normal Dead body does. However some Half-Dead already show minor or heavy signs of decay to varying degrees(peeling skin, dilated white lifeless eyes, etc.)
-They do not feel pain.
-They cannot die unless their brain is destroyed.
-They are not attacked by The Dead.
:.What I Have On Me.:
Various hunting/gathering/crafting tools and items.
Several handmade instruments (guitars, harmonica, hand drums, etc.)
Finely crafted bow and arrows
Crossbow
Various finely crafted knives, machetes, Hammers
Homemade whiskies
:.Who I Know.:
(Your relations to the other characters. )
Billy the orphan boy (staying in refugee camp)
Item B
Item C
:.Blood.:
(Your character's family members. Alive and/or Deceased)
Cindy Thule - Wife - Deceased
Jacob Thule - Brother - Deceased
Anthony Thule - Brother - Deceased
:.Behind The Scenes.:
Plays a mean game of Poker.