NAME: Thomas ‘Spartan’ LeBlanc
PLACE OF BIRTH: Chicoutimi, Quebec
ROLE: Meet your friendly neighborhood brick wall. Although, friendly might be an exaggeration. Spartan might be wearing Kevlar, or that might just be his chest hair, stopping bullets like they were popcorn. Always found at the forefront of any battle, guns blazing, Spartan increases the lifespan of any team by ten folds. He is your first, second and third line of defense, and if you’re not behind him, you’re probably already dead.
BIO: In his small, French-Canadian home town, Thomas was known to be a little eccentric. It was highly rumored that even the Canadian army has politely refused him entry. This had not stopped Spartan from throwing himself into military inspired training from morning to evenings, every day of the week. Except Sundays, when he attended temple and visited his bubbe at the local nursing home. His life changed quite a bit after moving to Toronto, where he found an equally eccentric man, fell in love, and married. Together they had five dogs and a house with more weapons than the police department next door.
When shit hit the fan during the zombie uprising, Spartan lost everything. His entire existence is now dedicated to the eradication of the Gamma Prime species.
PERSONAL MOTTO: “I’ll give up when I’m dead.”