Name: Mickhail Reed
Age: 23
Race: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Height: 6,5
Weight: 185 lbs
Hair Style: Short-medium length, straight mostly
Facial Hair: Small, rough beard
Hair Color: Chocolate, brown
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Color: A tannish white
Body Build: Tough and fit, no six pack yet!
Appearance:
http://i.imgur.com/azYHQ.jpg
http://i.imgur.com/49QHj.jpg
http://i.imgur.com/HlafZ.jpg
Clothes: Black glasses, Marine fatigues, which consist of navy blue jeans and a white, flexible tee.
Weapon(s): (No more than 3 to start.)
M1911. 49 45. Acp bullets, or seven 7-rounded clips.
Gear:
-Old Vault Tech lunchbox
-A small, durable backpack, holster. -Athletic watch
-Bandages, basic first aid
-1 full and 1 half empty water bottle.
-Old Walkman. Battery is dead.
-Army surplus bandolier. Just holds the basics and is light.
Personality: Helpful usually.
Depressed about the Great War, but doesn't show it. Disciplined and respects those who respect him.
Bio: Mickhail Reed was born in Florida and moved to Seattle with his dad after a job offering opened up.
His dad was a skilled mechanic, and Mickhail sometimes helped him repair many items. Shortly after his father's death of old age, Mickhail became very depressed and joined the Marines to get it off his mind.
He was issued armor that was used in the Shang hi campaign in China and an Assault Rifle and M1911. When the war ended, for him anyways, he returned home and bought a new house. While he could have kept his armor, he didn't want to. He got to many nightmares of his victims and their blood that splattered it, so he turned it in. He did, however, keep the M1911 because of its reliability.
In his new house in a small suburb of Seattle, he stocked up on water and supplies when the air raids started up.
After a while, he got tired of the drills, but it all changed on October 23rd, 2077. He heard the bombs drop, the ground shake, and the news station quickly turn to scatter. Safely in his basemant, or so he hoped, he silently heard the world as he knew it fall apart. He decided to stay underground until he felt the radiation cleared up. Now after 8 months, he thinks he needs to emerge and take a look at what was once Seattle...
Name: Mickhail Reed
Age: 23
Race: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Height: 6,5
Weight: 185 lbs
Hair Style: Short-medium length, straight mostly
Facial Hair: Small, rough beard
Hair Color: Chocolate, brown
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Color: A tannish white
Body Build: Tough and fit, no six pack yet!
Appearance:
http://i.imgur.com/azYHQ.jpg
http://i.imgur.com/49QHj.jpg
http://i.imgur.com/HlafZ.jpg
Clothes: Marine fatigues, which consist of navy blue jeans and a white, flexible tee.
Weapon(s): (No more than 3 to start.)
M1911. 49 45. Acp bullets, or seven 7-rounded clips.
Gear:
-Old Vault Tech lunchbox
-A small, durable backpack, holster. -Athletic watch
-Bandages, basic first aid
-1 full and 1 half empty water bottle.
-Old Walkman. Battery is dead.
-Army surplus bandolier. Just holds the basics and is light.
Personality: Helpful usually.
Depressed about the Great War, but doesn't show it. Disciplined and respects those who respect him.
Bio: Mickhail Reed was born in Florida and moved to Seattle with his dad after a job offering opened up.
His dad was a skilled mechanic, and Mickhail sometimes helped him repair many items. Shortly after his father's death of old age, Mickhail became very depressed and joined the Marines to get it off his mind.
He was issued armor that was used in the Shang hi campaign in China and an Assault Rifle and M1911. When the war ended, for him anyways, he returned home and bought a new house. While he could have kept his armor, he didn't want to. He got to many nightmares of his victims and their blood that splattered it, so he turned it in. He did, however, keep the M1911 because of its reliability.
In his new house in a small suburb of Seattle, he stocked up on water and supplies when the air raids started up.
After a while, he got tired of the drills, but it all changed on October 23rd, 2077. He heard the bombs drop, the ground shake, and the news station quickly turn to scatter. Safely in his basemant, or so he hoped, he silently heard the world as he knew it fall apart. He decided to stay underground until he felt the radiation cleared up. Now after 8 months, he thinks he needs to emerge and take a look at what was once Seattle...