David

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David is a Predator Survivor and INT type Tank.

## Background

The fact is, he was, and is, a murderer. Before the apocalypse, David made his living executing people as the muscle for a cartel. He carved them up like carcasses after they were dead as his calling card. This is where his experience with edged weapons came from. How he was able to perform such atrocities and not blink was due to his own childhood upbringing.
His family had owned a small slaughterhouse near the southwestern border when he was younger. His father, a stoic man, worked hard to feed his family. This is where he learned to dress and butcher a carcass. Sometime later, a more modernized slaughterhouse opened in the area, ruining his family. His father took to drinking, and David had to stop going to school because the bruises were becoming too obvious to hide.
David’s mother had had enough and pulled a gun on his father to protect David from any more. The outcome of this decision was a jammed pistol and David becoming a widower’s son. David ran from their house, screaming for anyone. Out of sheer luck, the town’s sheriff was driving by and stopped for him. The sheriff’s deputy unceremoniously sat David’s father in the back seat of the cruiser while the sheriff offered to wait with David until people from the state came for him, keeping the boy from entering the house again. David refused him, wanting to be alone.
David had nowhere to go, having dodged the people from the state that had come for him in an unwillingness to become part of the system. He crossed the border after an older friend told him a cartel was looking for some new help. The scene that welcomed him for his “interview” was a bloody mess of a freshly decapitated head and a group of well-dressed thugs. David was entirely unaffected, and seeing this, one of the men gave David the job of processing bodies. Crime after brutal crime, he had taken to only using edged weapons. He knew firsthand that a gun could fail at a crucial moment. Years passed and he grew up to be an expert "cleaner." Their people in New York City requested his services by name, landing him a new home in the northeast. New York was never short on messes that needed to be cleaned up.
Even the apocalypse wasn’t enough to phase him. He formed a small group with other criminals he had worked with, and they only attacked smaller groups of other survivors. They would find groups of survivors and shadow them, sometimes for weeks, to observe and take in anything that would give them an advantage, rather than assaulting them on sight — a useful trick he had learned kidnapping people for the cartel. David’s skills had his group sitting pretty at the start of the apocalypse.
After some time, smaller groups of survivors became harder to come by. Having run out of food and suffering from the effects of starvation, one of the group half-jokingly suggested eating each other to David’s disdain. Unfortunately, half-joking also means half-serious.
Waking up to the smell of roasting meat, David’s normally calm demeanor cracked, showing signs of anxiety. Leaving the tent, he saw the butchered and cooked body of a survivor, his group digging in as if at a barbecue. They looked no different to him than the dead that roamed in search of flesh.
Finding the victim's pile of belongings, he rifled through them and found a jacket that was far too small to ever fit a grown person. David became anxious again and began to dig through the pile, as if searching for something. And he found it — a stuffed bear, along with other clothing and items that answered his question.
“They killed a kid.”
The stuffed bear brought images of his childhood rushing back into his mind, things he had long thought forgotten. Soon, one of his group approached him, offering him a bite with a remark,
"The meat's better when they're young."
Immediately, he slashed his companion's neck. Carrying the head in front of him as if it were some sort of grim lantern, David walked over to the rest of his group.
David tied them up, and one-by-one, he held up the now-reanimated head to each of them and let it eat its fill, flesh dropping out of the bottom of its neck as it ceaselessly chewed.
Another raider group happened upon the scene, and he calmly explained what had happened. The leader of this new group found the story amusing and burst into a hearty laugh, offering David a spot with his people. David had no reason to reject the offer and joined them.
He is still with this group, but nobody can predict what will happen if one of them should cross him.

## Skills

 41 | Confidence in Victory | Restores 22% Max HP every time a comrade or enemy dies, gaining 70 Energy.