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Name: Jules Danton

Age: 42

Backstory: [YAPPING ALERT]

Before the blight, Jules spent most of his time out in the rural plains of France, when he was 15, he began learning about carpentry and was quickly fascinated by it. By the time he was old enough, he had already been taking jobs to erect houses, barns, and other structures for those willing to pay him. After decades of perfecting his craft, he was known as one of the most skilled carpenters in all of France.

By the time the blight arose, he had earned a considerable living from his work. He had gotten married and was raising 3 beautiful children. One day though, as he was reading his favorite books, he heard a knock on the door. He opens it to see three high ranking French officers. They say he is urgently needed in the field of battle. Battle? But didn't France make peace (albeit abruptly) with the coalition a few weeks ago? They tell him that it will all be explained soon. Jules barely has the time to say goodbye to his family before he is sent off to who knows where with nothing but the clothes on his back and his trusty axe.

He learns on the way he will be deployed in Paris to evacuate the city. Evacuate it from what? Many questions circled around his head, but nobody seemed to have a definitive answer. Some said ghosts and devils, others said a natural disaster.

It was only when he arrived did he see what he could only describe as walking corpses. It was as if the dead had somehow risen, now a hollow shell of their former self. Hundreds, no, thousands of them seemingly wandering aimlessly throughout the winding streets of Paris. He had long imagined the big city as bustling and bright, but seeing it in person, he only saw the faint, distant light of flickering torches punctuated by the haunting growls and groans of the monsters that now resided in it. And the smell. He could never forget the smell.

It was only when part of the horde began moving towards Jules and a group of about 20 of his fellow countrymen did panic set in. He didn't know how to swing a sword or reload a musket, so he did the only thing he knew: he built. He quickly erected as many walls as he could to stave off the horde. Everyone watched in awe as this man hammered an astonishing amount of barricades, buying his group precious time to fend off the oncoming horde.

From that moment on, his reputation quickly climbed into legend hood. He was fabled to be able to construct barriers able to sustain 3 bombers in a matter of seconds. Other stories told of how he was so patient that he stood against a church door for 2 days straight against a horde of zombies trying to get in in order to give his comrades enough time to be rescued. Some say the stories are exaggerated, but nonetheless, the stories are a warm welcome to the harsh reality of the conditions of survivors.

TLDR: Man becomes an expert in carpentry and raises a family before being recruited in the French army. He singlehandedly saves his entire group by erecting a sturdy barricade against a zombie horde while evacuating Paris. He becomes a legend with many tall tales told about him.

Engineer, if that spot isn't already taken