Name: Akira Pavlovich Romanov

Aliases: Akira, Hunter, Danilov, Red, The ♥♥♥♥♥♥, Tiny

Age: 31

Height: 7'3"

Weight: 422lbs.

Gender: Male

Accent: Traces of Russian

Species: Amur Tiger (Panthera Tigris Altaica)

Orientation: Straight

Occupation:

Pre Event - Police Officer

Post Event - Tracker/Hunter, Founder of the Paradise Settlement Police Department

Appearance: Leather Jacket, Tan shirt, brown police pants, black tactical boots. Over the outer garments, he has a light Kevlar vest on, as well as his well traveled pair of sunglasses. The sleeves on his shirt are almost always rolled up, and he has on a pair of black leather gloves.

Distinctive Markings: A prominent scar on his right forearm from before the Event. A small hole in his left ear from a near miss from an Outlaw. Missing the tip of his right index finger from a grenade that should have never gone off.

Personality: Friendly among those he trusts, loyal. Gives off an air of ruthlessness when among strangers.

Likes: Friends, survival, helping those in need, getting paid

Dislikes: Scum, lawlessness in general, his brother Anton.

Character Bio:

The tires of the old Crown Victoria screamed as their grip on the road was wrenched from them. As a volley of small arms fire smashed into the trunk lid and into the glass window, the driver ducked and growled low. Not daring to turn around, the tiger known as Red continued driving, taking a sharp right down an alley. He knew this neighborhood well...

As the pursuing truck tried to make the turn, Red reached over to the passengers seat and brought up his trusty Remington 870, racked the action and took aim out of the destroyed back window. It didn't take long before the truck was lumbering down the alleyway, the driver intent on the black sedan in front on him.

With a grim smile on his muzzle, Red pulled the trigger, sending the 9 pellets of 00 Buckshot through the windshield of the incoming truck. Not waiting to see if he hit, Red slammed his boot into the gas pedal again, the aging V8 howling as the tires once again gave up their death grip on the dusty pavement. Clear for now, he turned back onto the main road, heading East towards Paradise.

Perhaps the best way to describe him is old fashioned. Akira (known affectionately around the settlement as Uncle Red) would lay his life down in defense of another, and while the rule of law went out the window out in the Wilds, around town he had helped get a police force set up. The Paradise Police Department was trusted well beyond the borders of the settlement, and had a reputation for fairness not often seen iin this world. You need something, just ask Uncle Red. He and his department are there to help. Now if he could only do something about the Outlaw problem..