Name: Dog
Age: Early twenties
Gender: Male
Nomadic or sedentary: Nomadic
Weapons: A couple knives, made from bone and crudely constructed metal.
Skills: Dog is resourceful is nothing else. Tough, durable, maybe not the smartest, but clever in his own way. He can effectively communicate with his canine companions. With humans, however? Not so much.
Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: He has developed an appetite for raw meat, which no longer seems to have any ill effect on him. His teeth are a bit too sharp, and his fingernails are hard and pointed, almost like claws.
Appearance: Scruffy, dirty, and wild eyed. Dog is a sight for sore eyes. If one saw him, hobbling alone on all fours, covered in mud and finger paint, they probably wouldn't peg him for a human right away. His hair is long, brown, and matted. Eyes are brown and wild. One can't really tell what color his skin is under his dirt, but he is a caucasian man.
Brief Personality: Not quite all there, Dog is practically feral. He's long forgotten human social cues and adopted those of his canine family. He can 'speak' with them rather fluently, and holds a position of a dominant leader in their ranks. That said, he likes the idea of being in control. But really, the only reason he's so keen on leadership is so that his canine companions don't realize that they could easily tear him apart if they really tried.
Alone or with someone?: Alone, as far as human company goes. With his canines.
Background: Dog was raised by human parents, who, after thing began to look nasty in the world, went into an underground shelter to live. His father would go out and hunt for food. His mother gardened. They lived independently of government and laws. However, once the fallout began, it didn't take long for people to beging looting.
Sooner or later, the bunker was found. Dog's parents fought to keep it safe, but ultimately lost. Dog, only a young child at the time, managed to wobble off with the family pet: a shaggy mutt. Instinctively, the dog found a pack to live with. It consisted of other pets that had wandered off, wolves, and a few hybrids that looked like they could have escaped a zoo. It was a very interesting new family.
Eventually, Dog's dog died, but he remained in the pack that he had been introduced to. He didn't remember much about human language at this point, although he knew basic bits and pieces. He didn't even remember his own name, hence why he renamed himself for what he figured he was, a dog.
Dog has since been roaming the forests and ruined cities with his companions, whom there are about 10 of. He's since claimed the rank of leader, being sure to let the other canine know that he shouldn't be trifled with. In reality, if the dogs really wanted to, they could easily kill him. But they all seem pretty fond of him.