Name: Reginald Carswell
M1903 Springfield (Given to him by his father)
Glock-22 (Taken from a police officer's skeleton, who obviously didn't need it any more)
Watch (Again, given to him by his father)
A backpack filled with an assortment of maps, a blanket, all of his food that he carries, and a book.
Reginald Carswell was born to wanderers of the wasteland. His mother was a caravan merchant. She took pack mules and went down the old roads to barter supplies to the towns. His father was her guard. When he was born, they took a short break from the travels at one of the towns that was on their route. As Reginald turned eight, they continued back on their route, with Reginald in tow. He grew up on the back of a mule, observing the sights of the wasteland.
They never went near the city of Boston, which was tens of miles away, but he heard stories of it, and how beautiful it was before the bombs fell. His wish was that he'd get to see that city. When he was 16, his father died of radiation poisoning. His dying wish was that his only son should go see the world. Reginald inherited his father's personal effects, and helped his mother go on the caravan routes.
As he turned 19, his mother became old, and couldn't make the journey any more. She retired in the same town she took her short maternity break in, and Reginald set out into the wastes, to find some vestige of the old world, and trying to forget the past.