Taylor Cress has short and slightly matted hair to frame his warm face. Pale blue eyes set handsomely within their sockets watch meticulously over any who stand before him. A scraggy beard covers his face due to the recent lack of shaving tools and it hardly being a high priority over his own survival. He stands average amongst others, with a rather lean frame. There's something charming about him, perhaps it's his sense of humour or perhaps it's simply the way he composes himself. But nonetheless, people tend to appreciate his aid and hopefully treat him to a good meal in return. Once upon a time he was a sales manager for one of the largest mobile networks in England. He was on one of the few holidays that he got when the world went to hell, backpacking around Europe sounded like fun at the time but little did he know that he wouldn't be returning home anytime soon. Taylor didn't know what to think of it when it first began but soon formed an opinion after seeing a friend torn to shreds by a pack of corpses. Many months pass in this new world and his group move cautiously from place to place to scavenge for supplies. They wandered far and wide only to happened upon Chernarus, a rather open expanse of land with few cities that weren't already picked clean by other groups. It's at the hands of one of these groups that Taylor's friends met their end. The group were ambushed by slavers, Taylor being curious as usual had ended up seperated from his friends only to find them no longer there when he returned. He searched carefully within the city of Mogilevka to find his friends but to no avail. He now wanders Chernarus alone and paranoid whilst seeking shelter from the walking corpses that he fears nearly as much as the other now savage groups of people in the world. One day he hopes to find his friends but with his lack of of combat experience the chances may be slim to none. A man who once lived a sheltered lifestyle now faces a great challenge, will he face it alone or with likeminded people? Only time will tell.