Outfit: Jeans that are so patched up that it is rather difficult to see what their original color was, a once black shirt, now a dull and dark grey, over which he wears a leather jacket, also ragged but in decent shape, considering. Under the jacket and over the shirt he wears a Kevlar vest that is beat up and torn. His boots are in the best shape of his entire outfit, newer combat boots that he salvaged off of a dead soldier.
Equipment: Two army salvage canteens, one machete, tied to the back of his backpack, a combat knife at his waist, and a multi-use pocketknife in his boot. Hidden inside his jacket is a double-barrelled, sawed-off shotgun, as well as a 1911 Colt, both fitted into under-arm holsters, made by him, and a bit rough around the edges, he would be the first to admit. He has 15 shells for the shotgun, besides the two that he has in the shotgun, along with 20 rounds for the pistol, carried in hidden pouches underneath his jacket as well. He is currently searching for a rifle as he seems to be rather lacking when it comes to long distance combat.
Backpack: An extra change of clothes, a blanket, canned beans, his pocketknife having a spoon attached, a flashlight with no batteries, matchbook, lighter with no gas.
Bunker: Bed, small wooden stone, another change of clothes, a rusty but sharp chopping ax, a box with an assortment of bullets that he doesn't have the guns for, and will be bartering soon, an old radio and cassette player that he has one tape of music by Tchaikovsky.Background:
He never speaks of what he was before the End, but what he is now is well known: Not messed with. A hard man with a steely glint in his eyes, quick hands, quicker mind and a killer instinct. He came from the west, Louisville, Kentucky to be exact. He was a good hunter, keeping his head above the water by hunting deer, but he was forced out by bandits, forced to sell his hunting rifle to be able to get to DC. There he resisted becoming a slave, turning into a slaver again, not having the resources to move again, and deciding that, despite the despicable 'trade' that these people were into, it was better to be a part of a group than to be alone. He learned that with back in Kentucky.Sexual preferences:
Dom, check my O/Os