» Fri May 04, 2012 6:25 am
Name: Michael Westin
Age: 22
Race: Caucasian
Gender: Male
Hair Color/Style: Jet Black/Shoulder Length.
Eye Color: Grey.
Skin Color: Light tan.
Facial Hair: A short messy stubble coming in.
Scars: None yet.
Height: 6'1
Weight/Build: 170lbs, average build.
Armor/Clothing: leather jacket, faded blue jeans, black boots, mirrored sunglasses, and a pair of dark leather gloves
Weapons: None.
Gear: 1 gallon of clean water, sleeping bag, blank holotapes, books, pork n' beans (x3), string beans (x1), compass, deck of cards, olive duffel bag.
Personality: An outgoing soul who is trying to survive the end of the world. Though Michael tries to help his youth and inexperience have caused him to make many mistakes in his short stay in the inhospitable wasteland. Normally Michael tries to resolve disputes without violence but his short time in the wastes have taught him that conflict is normally unavoidable. Aside from his obvious shortcomings Michael is a quick study, learns from his mistakes, strives to better himself, and can handle himself well in high pressure situations.
Bio: Michael was born to fanatical parents who feared the great war with a passion. Early in his life Michael's parents applied for access to one of the many vaults being built in anticipation for the conflict on the horizon. Having no special skills and failing a psychological evaluation Michael's parents were denied admittance to a vault.
Not to be detoured Michael's father began poring all of his funds into the construction of a bomb shelter underneath the families home. While his father focused on building a shelter his mother home schooled Michael in mathematics, science, reading, english, and history. After several years of excruciating labor the shelter was completed. Michael's parents stocked the shelter with food, water, and as many books and holodisks as they could.
On October twenty-third Michael wakes up early in the afternoon to find his parents have left to collect a few things in town. It was ironic that the day his parents decided to go out was the day they had spent almost their whole lives preparing for. Michael managed to reach the shelter in time hoping that his parents would be able to make it back. He cried himself to sleep for weeks until he forced himself to forget in order to survive.
The next months for Michael were a blur, his days consisted of reading, eating, drinking, and sleeping.