Name: Duke Albatross.
Not his real name.Gender: Male
Appearance:
Not shown in this image:
Appearance: Brown eyes. Messy brown hair. Unkempt beard. Skinny, stands at 5'11.
Items:
Weed (Will use cigars as substitute.)
Small circular saw-blade.
Spiked brass knuckles.
Skills:
Mechanic :✔:
Melee :✔:
Thrown : :
Fire Arms : :
Searching :✔:
Guard : :
Background:
Before the apocalypse, he was only 12 years old. He was able to survive by being a sociopathic bastard.
He joined the group 5 years into the apocalypse, with a dramatic, intense introduction:
Group: "Hey dude, you're one of the few people to
not try and kill us! Want to join us?"
Duke: "Sure why the **** not?"
*Duke has joined the party.*Gear: Melee: Spiked brass knuckles.
Throwing: A Molotov ****tail. (Forum auto-censorship needs to get its mind out of the gutter.)
A small, circular disc, shaped from a non-descript hunk of metal.
Backpack: 3 liter, nested, stainless steel canteen. 1 liter of water left.
A can of meat.
A protein bar.
Lighter.
A Ziploc bag of weed. (Already rolled into joints.)
Map.
Flashlight.
Toolkit, for crafting things.