Loyalty to his Will

[cautious]

Just a basic of Alge, I may decide to build it up when I get the time

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Name - Alge Gaislef

Profession before the Outbreak - Guard Captain
Height - Five foot Sixish

Weight - He hasn't measured that in decades

Hair Colour - Jet Black, though in his older age he is beginning to grey a bit

Eye colour - Alge suffers from something called Heterochromia iridum, which means that both of his eyes are different colours. His Left is Green and his Right is Blue

Distinguishing Marks - Alge has a faint scar across one of his eyes, which looks to be created from a claw a while ago.

Family - Before the outbreak, Alge lived with his Father and brother in Ludor. His father was a rather successful Blacksmith for the Ludor Guardsman, which was one of the reasons Alge ended up getting into the guardsman. While his Brother was a member of a local hunting guild, so he was away from home a lot of the time prowling the forests for game and creatures.
After the outbreak, Alge decieded to settle down, marrying a young Human Bard (Despite the zombies) Though what has happened to her, he doesn't mention, other then him going quiet whenever it is mentioned.
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[cautious]

There were only a few places Alge still felt safe enough to speak out loud his thoughts, the Libary of Ludor was still one of them.
He stepped through the rotting wooden doors, staring at the frame work that was once held dearly by the population of his town. Now, it was left to disrepair, forgotton, unkempt, the elements taking their toll on this entrance.
"When this is all over, you'll be the first thing" he muttered underneath his breath. He lingered a few moments at the doorway before a groan behind him sent him into the libary.
The building had slowly began to die over the years it had been abadoned. Cracks in the once grand stone roof had grown to become gapping holes, allowing the books inside to get damaged by the rain. The walls that once had extensive artwork painted upon it were either covered in blood, or worn away by the zombies.
Whom Alge finally came to the answer that Zombies were not art lovers, something he agreed with them on.
Alge came to one of the book shelves, reaching up to grasp one of the books in his hand, though it fell into pieces upon the slightest touch of his hand
"One day, one bloody day" Althought he had never been fond of reading, or in fact of books that didn't involve a few good bloody stories, he had missed this place dearly, he missed most of his old home town dearly. Even the bits he hated previously, all of it was his home. Now which lay derelict in the hands of the undead.
"I don't really know what to say you know" Muttering to himself as he let his hand trace another book "Promised to protect this place and it's people, but they just seem to not want protecting.. Insanity runs wild.. Murderers walk free...People do not care about each other" Sighs to himself as he stepped quietly along the rows of mouldy bookcases "Nobody wants to survive as a group.. it's all of them out for themselves, they don't work as a team, and I'm sorry, but I can't lead them" Within a quick instance he felt a force hit him in the back, Alge let out a grunt as in one swift movement he drew his blade and sliced at the legs of the creature behind him. Another zombie libarian. They were always the sneaky ones. His blade went straight through both the legs of the Zombie, the top half making a feeble attempt to grab Alge as it fell from it's bottom half.
He allowed a faint smirk as he stood on the creatures neck, a loud crunch being echoed throughout the halls. "Time to get going.." He pulled his cloak around himself, pushing off from the ground to run out of the Libary before more of them came.
Though, in his rush to get out he neer noticed a set of blue points, watching his escape with a slight interest.