Looks: A man of average build. He has sunken brown eyes sitting on a scarred face that is perpetually dirty. All his clothes are dirty and worn, from his workboots to his black jeans to his denim jean jacket.

Name: Russel Lowe

Age: 30

Height: 6'1

Race: Human

Occupation: Ex black-ops operative, now groundskeeper at a cemetery, which is a useful alibi for his other businesses- grave robbing and necromancy.

Weapon: Bombs, a desert eagle, and the occasional team of zombies. And duct tape (the best tool ever)

Personality: He is dutiful, and has an inherit loyalty from his day as an operative. Generally left alone; NOT because of any kind of reclusive behavior or problem, but because he works as a groundskeeper, and when was the last time you stopped to make friends with a guy who's digging a grave or tending to flowers? So he's friendly to anyone who stops by to talk.

Weaknesses: Being called a liar. It sets him off violently.

Strengths: Strategical knowledge, reliability. Has friends in high places.