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« on: March 02, 2015, 07:44:21 pm »
Name: Marcus Candle
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Weapons: Makeshift 6 shot revolver, beaten out of scrap. Does okay damage, fairly inaccurate, fires .223 rounds. A knuckle duster, not a pair of brass knuckles, an iron knuckle duster for one hand. Nearly always equipped on his left, with his revolver held in his right. A well-made folding knife, of Japanese craftsmanship, from before this all went down.
Inventory: Large bag, filled to the brim with pills of varying types, clean bandages, large metal flask full of home-distilled berry wine, a few pieces of smoked raccoon and fox. Another 6 rounds for his revolver, besides what it's already loaded with. An MP3 player, with black earbuds. It's out of batteries.
Appearance: An average height, lithe figure. He never really takes off what he wears, and what skin he shows is covered in scars. Candle has jet black hair, from what peeks over his hood and mask, and his eyes are a very light sky blue, through the lenses.
Clothing: Hooded black leather jacket, brown leather climbing gloves, hightop casual shoes, heavy gas mask, drawstring backpack.
Home/base: An old, corrugated metal shed. Surrounded by small traps and snares, this is where Candle brings and butchers his kills, as well as where he sleeps on rainier nights. Has a mummy-style sleeping bag in the corner, dirt floor, a large plywood table, stained with blood, and a smaller plywood table, covered in old food wrappers and cans. There's a small wood stove adjacent to the larger table, and a small crate for his belongings next to the sleeping bag.
Skills: [Dodging] [Cooking] [Athletics] [Melee] [Trapping]
Traits: [Generally Fast] [Light Step] [Good Terms With the Plague Docs] [Lucky] [Antisocial] [Substance Abuse]
((Lemme know if you think I'm missing anything))