Field Surgeon Bayman [READY]

Character Name: Bayman

Character Age: 23

Character Occupation: Military field surgeon

Gender: Male

Appearance: Bayman is tall, standing at about six feet tall with a scar across his face, running from between his eyebrows to the top right corner of his lip. His build is slightly above average with a fair muscle tone. His hair is a brownish-blonde, giving it a bit of a carmel look. He has the standard crew cut that the American military requires him to have and a genetic default in which has left him with two different eye colors. One has a Reddish hue to it while the other is a cold, deep blue. He runs around the infected city wearing his standard military uniform and a white lab coat with the sleeves removed over it. On his back is a backpack containing his medical equipment. Covering his feet are some steel toed combat boots which come in handy with one of his skill sets. In addition, he also has black fingerless gloves covering both hands.

Personality: Bayman is usually a overall kind individual who prefers to go by popular vote while working in a group. However, he does have a much harder side to him when the time comes due to growing up through a abusive family, giving him the edge to get ultra violent when the time calls for it. Bayman had been deployed in the middle east for a couple years after graduating collage with flying colors; namely due to his jumping through grade school. He currently suffers from PTSD from time to time due to his operations in the middle east and the outbreak of the undead plague.

Skills: Bayman's medical skills were driven by his extreme fascination with biology from the beginning. During one of his assignments in the middle east, he was severely wounded and was required to operate on himself to remove the bullet that lodged its way into him without any anesthetics. In other cases, he worked in the infirmary at the base he was deployed to. Even when under extreme pressure, he is able to concentrate with laser like precision when working. Due to the medical work he does and being a man of the service, he isn't easily disturbed by brutality when it comes to man on man, but the undead bother him to a degree as he had never encountered a enemy such as this before.

Bayman has excelled in hand to hand combat namely due to learning how to fight on the streets of his homeland, at home, and during his years of high school. He had learned systema and combat sambo from his older brother, who was a retired member of the Russian military and immigrated to the United States and not too long after joining the military after the death of their abusing father when Bayman was a young child. Since then, he had been trained in CQC as a requirement of the United States Military. While he is proficient in using knives for close quarters combat, he still prefers unarmed combat. (Though that is highly unlikely due to the outbreak.)

Bayman was a rather troublesome child due to the rough upbringing he had in the streets of America and before that, the abusive household he had belong to. After their father died and his older brother returned home after his discharge from the Russian military, he moved to the United States and was raised by his older brother. From there, he had learned how to pick locks and even hot wire vehicles (that weren't military grade or large ones, so for example a simple passenger car or a motorcycle) from his brother.


Weaponry: Due to a event on how he ended up the in infected city, his standard issue M4 carbine assault rifle was destroyed, leaving him only with a Beretta 92 with a single clip, his combat knife and his skill of hand to hand combat. However, his pistol only has a single bullet remaining, which he decided to use on himself should he become infected.

Background: Bayman was born into a poverty stricken family in Russia near the end of the cold war. His early years of childhood were dealing with a abusive father who hated him because Bayman's mother had died in childbirth. When he was ten years old, his farther died from his alcoholism and his brother who was discharged from the Russian military raised him after they both immigrated to the United States. Through most of middle school and high school, Bayman had been picked on at school and had even though of killing himself, but his brother convinced him to live on. After that day, Bayman's brother began teaching him the skills he had acquired from the Russian military, including how to hot wire civilian vehicles and hand to hand combat, namely combat sambo and systema. Bayman skipped through a few grades due to his new inspiration and enlightenment from his older brother, finishing collage when he was twenty years old. Not too long after his graduation, his brother was killed in a gang incident. Bayman took the dog tags of his brother and has since then pushed himself to be as great of a soldier as his brother was. He spent two and a half years in the middle east fighting several terrorist cells, becoming a prisoner of war for three months. He was pushed to his limits psychologically and eventually escaped the prison he was being held at after going on a killing spree and has had post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) ever since. Once Bayman had made it back to the United States, he was put on the reserves list and waited for the moment he could prove himself once again. Japan had asked the United States for some assistance with a problem that they were having, whom reluctantly sent a mid-sized navel ship to Japan. Little had Bayman known that this was for Japan to attempt to contain the infection; which had failed and thus led to the spread of the undead plague through the rest of Japan. He never would have guessed that it would soon become a global epidemic.

RP Sample: It was early in the morning. Too early for Bayman's personal liking, but it wasn't as though he really got a say in the matter. Today they had just arrived on the outskirts of the city. He got dressed in his usual uniform then threw his lab coat on. No one really understood why he always wore a lab coat with the sleeves torn off, not even his superior officers. Who knows, maybe they just didn't give a damn. He ran upstairs to the deck of the ship, boarding one of the choppers. "Alright, lets do this shit!" Bayman was obviously doing his best to make it seem like he was optimistic about this early morning operation. He listened quietly to two soldiers complaining about how some of the sick people they brought on board to the aircraft had gone ballistic. "Are you fucking kidding me? They bit you and shit?"

"I ain't fucking joking." One of the soldiers replied, rolling up his sleeve to reveal a bite mark.

"Hahahaha, that don't look too good David." Bayman started laughing, as did the other soldiers. "Maybe they came back from the dead to feed on the living or some stupid shit like that." He chuckled before David suddenly vomited some blood. "Whoa, the fuck happened to you?!" Instead of a reply, 'David' suddenly tackled him out of the back of the chopper, a groaning coming from him; back inside, the second soldier biting into the pilot. He slammed his elbow into the infected creatures face then kicked it back, making it pelt into one of the rooftops. Bayman however, caught onto a flagpole sticking out of a building sideways, the speed from his fall throwing him forward through one of the windows in the building. He slammed into the ground rather hard, the barrel of his assault rifle bending in the process. "Well isn't that some lucky bullshit..." He muttered to himself, looking back outside. The chopper he was in moments ago was now spinning out of control, crashing in the distance followed by a large explosion. "Motherfucker..." He held his head slightly, thinking about the joke he made. "That's impossible isn't it...?"

A soft groan came from behind the Russian-American, causing him to draw his sidearm and aim forward after he realized the assault rifle was useless now, causing him to speak profanely in his native Russian tongue. "Stop now or I will open fire! This is you're only warning!" The figure didn't reply to his order, resulting in three shots to the chest. It... it kept moving forward. "No way... No... NO WAY... THIS IS SOME BULLSHIT!" He aimed carefully, finally putting a bullet through the zombies head. "This is ridiculous... But... it's really happening... isn't it...?" He calmed himself, listening to the groans of the other infected in the office. He watched silently as the bodies shuffled towards him. He aimed forward, doing what he was trained to do. At this point, there was only one bullet left in the 9mm beretta 92. He decided the last bullet would be his end game should he become infected. Slowly, Bayman holstered the sidearm, drawing his combat knife and walked downstairs into the streets of Japan. "This is going to be a long day..."

Everything looks good Bay. Approved!