Post by horseman7 on Feb 25, 2015 18:28:38 GMT -5
Character Name:
Robert Graves
Nickname(s):
He is sometimes called the "horseman".
Race:
Human
Sex:
Male
Age:
28
Birthplace:
Lexington, Kentucky
Height:
5'11''
Weight:
180
Eye Color:
Green
Hair Color:
Brown
Hair Style:
Short
Facial Hair:
A well-kept beard
Skin Color:
Light, somewhat tanned
Build:
Average, muscular
Distinguishing Features:
N/A
Profession:
Rouge traveller, gunman.
Skills:
Firearms.
Training:
Horsemanship, combat, marksmanship.
Other Abilities:
N/A
Apparel:
Robert wears a western shirt with a tan jacket over it. He also has a blue jeans, a belt, belt buckle with a horse on it, western boots, and a western hat.
Weaponry:
Robert uses an R91 assault rifle, which is often slung over his back. He also has a Colt Single Action Army revolver, in the "cavalry" barrel length. This revolver is kept in a holster on his right hip. He also wields a Colt 1911 handgun, kept in a shoulder holster. Finally, he has a bowie knife, which he keeps in a sheath on his back left side of his belt.
Other Equipment:
Old equestrian magazines that he carries as inspiration.
Affiliation:
His own.
Religious Belief:
Christianity.
Sexual Preference:
Heterosexual.
Relationship Status:
Single.
Personality:
Robert is honorable, serious, and morally just.
History: Robert was born in the ruins of Lexington, Kentucky. His family lived in a small community, surviving through farming and trading with outside areas. Growing up in what used to be the Horse Capital of the World, Robert became fascinated with the beautiful creatures. Their small settlement was located in Keeneland, a Thoroughbred racing track. Robert would look at the old stables, and we traveled to the nearby breeding farms in the bluegrass. Robert soon learned how to fight with firearms, in order to protect his community. He learned well, and soon guarded the small village from several raider attacks. Robert knew deep in his heart, that he couldn't stay there forever. He had convinced himself that all the beautiful horses of area couldn't have all died in the nuclear war, and that their descendants must still be alive somewhere. He knew that he had to find them. He packed up his things, and set off on the journey of a life time. Robert went east, to the Capital Wasteland, on his great quest to find the horses.
Robert traveled through the Appalachian Mountains. He would stop at safe settlements for rest, before he would continue his journey. When he would ask the local residents if they've seen any horses lately, they would either look at him like he was crazy, or not know what he was talking about. Robert, however, did not loose faith. Fighting his way through vicious mutated wild life, and raider hill folk, Robert ended up in Virginia's Shenandoah Valley. He found a nice community in the ruins of an old town, in which he rested for a few days, and stocked up on supplies. After traversing the terrain of the Blue Ride Mountains, Robert was heading towards Richmond. In Richmond, Robert had a bloody run-in with raiders. Robert was able to fend them off with his R91, but suffered a wound in the torso after beging shot by a raider's rifle. Robert collapsed against a building's wall, and started to die. However, when he looked up, he saw Monument Avenue. Statues of Confederate heroes by the likes of Robert E. Lee, Stonewall Jackson, and J.E.B. Stuart were before him. What more, they were all on horseback. Robert knew he couldn't give up. He stumbled into a local building, and luckily found a stimpack. He was able to make it to a small stronghold of survivors, who agreed to treat his wounds for caps. Robert soon headed north. He decided that he would try searching the ruins of the capital of the old world for information, Washington D.C. Traveling along the 95, Robert eventually reached Arlington, Virginia. Deciding to make a base of operations in the old Custis-Lee Mansion, Robert looked out from the porch, across the Potamic river, gazing upon the grandeur of the Washington Monument.
