Post by Jas on Sept 7, 2014 21:08:30 GMT -5
Character Name:
Arthur Ricks
Nickname(s):
Art
Race:
Human
Sex:
Male
Age:
22
Birthplace:
A small, isolated cabin on the outskirts of the Capital Wasteland
Height:
6’1”
Weight:
164 lbs.
Eye Color:
Dark Brown
Hair Color:
Brown
Hair Style:
Long and scraggly, down to the shoulders.
Facial Hair:
Clean shaven, or as close as you can get to it in post-apocalyptic America
Skin Color:
Caucasian
Build:
Average, more on the skinny side
Distinguishing Features:
Prominent scarring across the torso and right leg, as well as 2 long scars running down from his temple to his mouth. Walks with a limp in his right leg due to scarring damage.
Profession:
Hunter/Gun for Hire
Skills:
Survival, firearms, and subterfuge
Training:
Trained by his father for roughly 16 years in survival skills and hunting
Other Abilities:
Basic cooking, tracking, sniping (skilled marksman in making long distance shots and hunting animals)
Apparel:
Old brown leather jacket, poncho, scuffed jeans, hiking boots, fingerless gloves, a scarf around his lower face, and his dad’s old baseball cap
Weaponry:
Hunting rifle, 9mm pistol, and a hunting knife.
Other Equipment:
A satchel, a flask, an old box of matches, and a fistful of bottle caps.
Affiliation:
N/A
Religious Belief:
Was brought up without regards to religion, making him somewhat open (and skeptical) to new views
Sexual Preference:
Heterosexual
Relationship Status:
Single
Personality:
Generally cautious and closed off at first due to his upbringing and life away from populated settlements and other folks. For those same reasons as well as his age, he does open up once comfortable (or after having a few drinks) with people. While patient in hunting and combat, his inexperience and youth sometimes shine through in conversation and other situations. He's often caught remarking, “My father always used to say…”
Born in a small shack on the outskirts of the Capital Wasteland, Arthur Ricks was the son of a couple who lived off the land whom hunted and gathered to survive. A few years later his mother fell ill and passed away, leaving her son and his father to fend for themselves. Arthur grew up being his father’s son, learning to hunt and track the various fauna of the Wasteland from an early age. The two developed a close relationship on their constant hunting trips, becoming close partners and friends in addition to their familial connection. Over the years Arthur became a skilled marksman, adept at making kills from long distances - especially when hunting the many creatures of the Wasteland. However, this skill would not be put to the test on another human being (irradiated or otherwise) for a number of years.
Many years had passed when Arthur, now 21, and his father were surprised by a pair of yao gui on what was supposed to be a routine hunt in blackened, post-apocalyptic forests. The two beasts attacked with ferocious speed, tearing Arthur and his father up with their razor claws. Fighting with bare fist and knife, father and son fought back against the monsters, fuelled by adrenaline and the closeness of death. When Arthur's consciousness emerged from darkness sometime later, the bloodied yao gui lay still upon the ground along with his father, his blank eyes staring up at the clouded sky. After burying his father Arthur set out on the long trek back home, slowed by the grievous wounds he had hastily bandaged. After finally arriving at the shack he would go to spend almost a month recuperating and slowly nursing himself back to health.
With both parents having succumbed to the harsh life of the Wasteland, Arthur made the decision to leave the lonesome shack behind after recovering from the attack. So the lone hunter ventured away from the shack that had been his home for twenty years into the Wasteland and towards DC, the limp and scarred body a reminder of his scarred past.
