Riptide

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Character Name: Karl Schleicher

Nickname(s): Riptide

Race: Ghoul

Sex: Male

Age: 228 (Born 7th January 2055)

Birthplace: New Orleans



Height: 6”2

Weight: 90kg

Eye Color: Green

Hair Color: Black

Hair Style: Bald

Facial Hair: Mutton Chops

Skin Color: Yellow-ish/Peeling

Build: Skinny, but muslced

Distinguishing Features: He’s a Ghoul, giant scar down left side of face, blind in left eye



Profession: Retired Raider/Bandit

Skills: Firearms, Melee Weapons, Hand-to-hand

Training: Battle tactics (From centuries of raiding)

Other Abilities: His father taught him carpentry and how to speak German

Apparel: Black combat trousers, Red shirt, Black waistcoat, Black fedora, two bandoliers, Black fingerless gloves, black boots, Crocodile teeth necklace

Weaponry: Hunting Rifle (Holster on back), AK-47u (Kept on a shoulder strap) Walther P99 (Holster on left hip), Machete (A regular one, not a weird Legion one, sheath on back, near left shoulder), Hatchet (shoved into belt on right hip) two Combat knives (Sheathes on back of belt)

Other Equipment: Old pocket watch, Cigarettes



Affiliation: None

Religious Belief: Some old Voodoo traditions

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Relationship Status: Single

Personality: Gruff, Polite, Simple

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Karl was born in New Orleans to a German carpenter, and a native voodoo priestess. He lived deep in the swamp all his life, only going as far as the local village with his parents to buy supplies or help his father work. When he wasn’t learning carpentry, he would play with his best friend Pierre, a huge gentle giant from the village. His Father died of lung cancer when he was fifteen, and his mother from a heart attack about a year later. He moved in with Pierre and his family, and continued his father’s carpentry business from there. When he was eighteen, he and Pierre moved out and built themselves a new house in the middle of town.
He was 22 when the bombs fell. Living in a hut on large wooden struts meant he and Pierre had no basement to hide in, but the New Orleans area was not a major target. Radiation flooded the swamps, killing almost everyone and everything. All that survived in the Village was Karl, Pierre and giant mutated Alligators, one of which took a swipe at Karl, giving him his scar, and blinding him in one eye.
Karl and Pierre grieved for their lost home, and went north, out of Louisiana, into Mississippi. On their way out of the swamps, they came across other ghoulified people and created a tribe, covering themselves in mud and moss and calling themselves the Swamp Things.
As they moved further north, they slowly began raiding other tribes rather than trade with them, as they went further from their home, moving into Arkansas, the Swamp Things became just a name. With Karl as their leader, and Pierre as second-in-command, the Swamp Things became a savage raiding bands, using guerrilla warfare to harry other towns and tribes for supplies.
For nearly a century and a half, The Swamp Things continued their savage rampage north, always north, because they had always gone north. Their numbers and equipment constantly changed, the only constant was Karl and Pierre.
They moved from Arkansas to Missouri, then Kansas in which Pierre lost two fingers to a rival tribal, Nebraska, Wyoming, Idaho, Washington.
By the time Karl and Pierre finally reached Vancouver, they were the only ones left. They were both very old, and very tired. They settled down on a small farm on the outskirts of Vancouver, and stayed, waiting to die.