Here he is I fixed it up added a little bit more detail he is still a bit cliche and I am having trouble trying to alter hat so if any of you have any recomendations please tello me
Name:Robert L. Andrews
Robert’s hair is a dark orange and has no grey, He has a few lesser wrinkles and a overall younger look. He has a medium build and a little above average health. He sports a large dark orange beard and always has a scowl like look to his face wiht his eye brows srunched up as though he was in deep thought his hands are leathery and dry due to hard work and are deeply scared wiht cuts and stratch that his real palm line are barely noticeable. He has a certain weathered look to him and a slightly evidant farmers tan.
Robert usually wears a dark brown leather jack worn over, dark green flannel (plaid pattern) button up shirt topped with a Ushanka (aka those russian ear flap hats)made out of leather and timber wolf fur. For lower wear is he wears normal work jeans and a set of dark brown Timberland work boots)
3 sets of extra colthing (mostly jeans and fannel shirts)
Briair wood Bent dublin pipe
Leather Smoke pouch (only about 5 or 6 smokes left)
Other smoking tools (filters pin pricks pipe cleaners etc.)
2 bags of Jack link Beef jerky
3 bottles of purified water
bag of Iodine tablets
Few spare ragsf varying size
Weapons: Bowie knife:
Axe: (please note the difference between a axe and a hachet)
Personality: A true southerner Robert has all the benefits of southern upbringing such as a good faith in the lord, common courtesy, a interesting humor of making fun of even the most depressing of situations. But sadly he also got all the less respected aspects such as a flaming racist attitude at minorities, a Vigilante type take on moral concepts (aka if someone does something wrong he will probably want them to hang) and high moral standards. He believes that the infection is the beginingof the second coming and that humanity must suffer for its sins. As I wrote in his gear he has a pipe and will smoke it occasionally this usually helps him think clearer and be calmer the down side is when he runs out he gets a high temper and easily agitated. As for intelligence what he lacks in smarts he makes it up in common sense.
History:Born in the Ozark mountains of Missouri his family life was one of full of uncertainty and abuse his father was a drunk who constantly beat his wife and due to the beatings his mother was barely ever in shape enough to care for them so he had to care for his little brother and sister Mary and Zeke. life was hard but they made due, with the small amounts of money Robert got from cutting firewood and the money that his father didn’t spend on beer. at the age of 16 his father was arrested for murdering a local bar owner in a drunken rage and was sentenced to life in jail. So he took it upon himself to care for his sick mother and Mary and Zeke. He was 21 when his mother died from cancer which due to their lack of money by the time they found the cancer she had already had gone past the doctor's ability(and Roberts spending ability) The day she died they all gathered around wihtt he few nighbors they had had a small wake and then buried her in the family plot out back behind the house. Pretty soon Mary and Zeke moved away to live with their aunt while Robert stayed in their small plot of land there he lived a life of a frontiersman making a living from cutting firewood, and selling the hide and meat he occasionally got from hunting. It was a hard life but Robert preferred it over any other, he loved the quite of the woods and how he never had to be bothered with the hustle and bustle of city life which his only examples of are when he went to see his siblings in California on the holidays (slight reference to beverly hillbillies) .When the infected happened lester was probably the last one to find out only occasionally getting the radio broadcasts with his small HAM radio he kept in his basement. At first he thought it was only a joke but soon he got more convinced as through his radio eh heard the sounds of society falling out from under him from the pleas for help from survivors to the occasional military broadcast from a army whose enemy no one had ever faced before.It was by the end of the first week that Robert got off his butt and decided to go to california to make sure his siblings were alright and thinking that there was just too many people and military near there that it could fall but his thoughts where just like the ones of many others who had their nasty demise at the hands of the undead.He had been traveling for about a week before he reached the small town of Bertrand Nebraska.HE had been using the dirt roads and logging ways to keep himself away from the roaming herds of the undead and by the time he got to the sign he was almost about to cry for he was pretty soon about to fall down from exhaustion. Holding himself up in a small farmhouse a mile or two outside of town robert prepared for his frist night in Bertand.