Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25218347-20171007014033/@comment-25218347-20171007014053

(Name: Virgil

Age: 23

Race: hooman

Background: Around 70 years after the bombs dropped he was born in a small barn surrounded by hay and rubble. He was raised on a small farm that was seemingly untouched by the nukes. This lasted for good while until an unexpected raider attack forced him to escape to a nearby settlement in hopes of finding shelter and maybe some food and water. Now all he does is mostly wander small settlements looking for a bite or some work.

Appearance: In addition to his unkempt caramel brown hair and generally nasty condition, he wears a rugged coat that seems to be hanging on by a few threads. He keeps a pair of binoculars busted and a Glock at the ready. In close quarters combat, Virgil has a small combat knife that he can reach for in extreme cases. It's a miracle he's survived out here for so long.

Personality: Working alone has taken its toll on the poor guy. He has lost the ability to work as a team, and prefers to take on challenges through the path of least resistance. As such, he is better used as a scout in fights, as his basic clothing and little weaponry allow him to quickly maneuver a battlefield or building. Possibly a schizophrenic based on his inability to concentrate and focus. He always seems to faze out after short periods of social interaction and he can only think clearly once he is determined or his life is on the line, even then it takes a while to get an answer out of him.)