[hider= Cyrus 'RK' Vestien ] Name: Cyrus 'RK' Vestien

Sex: Male

Age: 21

Appearance: A fair skinned fellow that stands at 6'2'' with long black hair that hangs down over his left eye. The tips of his hair end in a blue to give the vision of blue flame. His eyes and always covered by either sunglasses when in a safe zone, or a mask when out scavenging in the world, however to the few that see them know they are blacker then night and seem to hold more knowledge and experience then one his age should normally hold. His body is a lean and well muscled (slightly malnourished) mess of jagged scars ranging from bullet wounds to a few particular nasty slices from blades when he got on the bad side of a scavenger.

Skills: Cyrus was raised by his father to be a scavenger. He has a particular eye for the value in items out in the world as well as a fair understanding of which way to point the barrel of his fathers old Anzio 20mm AM rifle, to his slightly scary array of sharp implements. His eye for value has gotten him in trouble more then once as some people try to rip him off and that just ends badly. 
 
Traits: Finesse is a trait that comes easily to him as he grew up hiding and taking what was necessary to survive out in the toxic world. He can lug around his rifle with relative ease for the more dangerous excursions which shows his above average strength set.

Personality: A simple joker who can take nothing short of a visible threat seriously and as such he would much rather sit at a bar and get drunk before jumping back out in the toxic world outside their little bubble. Though the few times he does make excursions out in the world he knows exactly what to look for the get the most value and in turn get him the most time drunk.

Backstory: Born in the year 2036, just 5 years short of the apocalypse at hand, his life turned over rather quickly. His parents both worked for the engineering department designated for building the domes in case the worse happened. As the air become too toxic to breathe his mother went out for something before the gates closed for good against the onslaught of dying souls. She missed the 24 hour period and was trapped. No way in and no way to breathe. It was a real kick in the stomach for Cyrus and his father but still they lived on, His father took on scavenging to support them, going out in the world for people to gather things they left behind or perhaps just wanted now that they could have it without consequence. His father took to teaching Cyrus so when the time came, He could live himself. That time came sooner rather then later. Just shy of Cyrus' 18th birthday the two of them were out in the world on a 'mission' for a past mayor to retrieve something from his old office if it was still there. The trip was easy as was the retrieval of it. However two days short of the bubble they were ambushed and his father was killed in front of him by some degenerates. Cyrus , needless to say, escaped with his fathers spare air filter and rifle and made the trek back to the bubble. Since then he has done enough work to get him pleasantly drunk to forget the memories of his father dying and what the degenerates did to his corpse through the scope of his fathers...no his rifle.

Equipment: Gas mask with no less then four filters, Hazmat suit, Anzio 20mm AM rifle with 20 rounds, three hunting knives, two butchers cleavers, and a set of six throwing knives. He also holds civilian clothing, a pair of Night vision goggles, his fathers cloak, Food for a week out of the bubble ( more if rationed to a meal a day), 4 water bottles, Some pain meds, a basic patch yourself kit ( Thread, needle, bandage, hydrogen peroxide), and a old coin that his mother gave to him.

Other: Will update when the need is there. [/hider]