» Fri Oct 29, 2010 12:02 pm
Name: Collie Entragian
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Human Caucasian
Appearance: Blonde hair in a buzz cut, Hazel Eyes, Not particularly attractive, about 210 pounds but solidly built
Personality: Calm and not very sociable. Quick learner. Obsessive. Has inherited his father's anger issues and addictive tendencies. Alcoholism is a very real possibility.
Skills: Good with machines. Knows how things work. Good knowledge of Science, Repair, and Anatomy due to his time with his father and obsessive nature.
Weapons: Savage Model 99 Bolt Action Hunting Rifle, 100th Anniversary Special Edition. Chambered in .300 the rifle is old but well maintained. It has a unique 30 rounds magazine with etchings in the side denoting how far through said magazine Collie has progressed. He also has a basic 10mm Pistol with a handful of hollow points for hunting small to medium game.
Other Stuff: Carries a small military style backpack with a few items in it. Copies of Guns and Ammo, Science!, and a Medical Journal. A large torque wrench. A hunting knife.
Clothing: Tan chinos, wife beater, windbreaker
Bio: Collie was never too good with people. His father had anger issues and "Di'int want no [censored] of a son," so Collie learned to fight to gain his fathers love, though it never came. Branded a trouble maker in his small town, accurately enough, he was ostracized. Collie took to spending more time with his father then who was interested in little more than chasing women, working on his car, getting good and drunk, and beating his wife. Still seeking his fathers affection Collie took to the two of those interests he might maybe actually have a chance at. That'd be drinking and working on the car. He became proficient at both.
At some point his mother fell down the stairs in their single story home and went to the lord leaving him alone with his father. It wasn't long after that that the sirens started ringing. Collie had been out shooting at local wildlife, a good way to let out his frustrations, when the first bomb fell far to the North. He knew enough to know that now would be a good time to get home. He arrived home to find his father's car gone, no doubt out grieving the loss of his wife in the arms of some woman. Collie didn't know where to go to be safe but figured the basemant shelter would be his best bet. Good guess.
He has passed the time since the bombs dropped alone in his family's small shelter reading again and again through old copies of Guns and Bullets and Dean's Electronics. Setting off into the wasteland when the air lost it's peculiar smell (and when he just couldn't stand waiting any longer) he left safety. He soon ran into a small group beside a fire.