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[B]| [I]NAME:[/I] |[/B]
[INDENT]Aaron Ashworth[/INDENT]
[B]| [I]EPITHET:[/I] |[/B]
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[B]| [I]RACE:[/I] |[/B]
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[B]| [I]AGE:[/I] |[/B]
[INDENT] 16 [/INDENT]
[B]| [I]ABILITIES & SKILLS[/I] |[/B]
[INDENT][list][*]Aaron use's a weapon that is an 'ancient' concept, this weapon has seemingly not been used for over 200 hundred years and that is the bow. His skill in archery is fairly adept since most are uncommon with the practice of archery Aaron has to either find books about archery or teach himself, since archery is so uncommon the ammo for his bow is 'rare', he just make's them. Aaron's memories show that most forests have been untouched and the most common material usually used are leftover's from destroyed cities, etc. Wood is is not uncommon so Aaron can make as much arrow's as he pleases.
[*] Repairing contributes mostly to his bow, perfecting how it's made and trying to replicate bow's before the war though the bow he currently uses's is not his creation he still takes note's from its design. Aaron can also repair some thing's other than his own weapon, but he is technically still considered a beginner. 
[*] For survival reasons, Aaron has learned to make a line between what is proved as disgusting and what is really disgusting. He trie's to do his best while cooking with the...food he does have and worries for any radiation within the meat. 
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[B]| [I] EQUIPMENT [/I] |[/B]
[INDENT]Aaron is equipped with a quiver and satchel. Within the satchel is purified water, elastic bandages, and various books that help him survive the wasteland. There are multiple maps he had created when he traveled, one of them was Las Vegas, though walking and adventuring so far he deems that map useless for now. The quiver hold's two different types of arrows, flammable and normal. The quiver only holds six arrows at a time, unlike traditional quiver's, Aaron has made a quiver that goes around his hips and when running or walking the arrows won't inevitably fall out as the arrows are strapped in against the quiver itself. There is also a bottle of oil that he use's to dip the arrowheads into to make flammable and! a lighter.   [/INDENT]

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[B]| [I] WEAKNESSES AND LIMITATIONS [/I] |[/B]
[INDENT]Though, knowing how to fight he does not use his profession in archery as much. He cannot kill willingly without knowing if this person is truly deserving of death, basically a pacifist in the wasteland. Aaron cannot experience the emotion of aggression, without aggression he cannot derive the will to fight though he does have the ability to kill wasteland creatures but not the peaceful one's (the mutated deer). Learning from experience, Aaron know's that the world he currently live's in is extremely dangerous. He is always in the constant feeling of fear and cannot leave it without having the true sense of safety, thus he is bound to become timid around others and is less cooperative.  [/INDENT]

[B]| [I]S.P.E.C.I.A.L:[/I] |[/B]
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[INDENT]Strength: 3 
Perception: 4
Endurance: 3
Charisma: 2
Intelligence: 6
Agility: 4
Luck: 3
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[B]| [I] SAMPLE POST [/I] |[/B][indent]
Aaron leaned against a dead tree, he watches the snow fall. The wind was blowing lightly, making a quiet tune. The heat of the fire radiated from the flame's.  He stared, looking aimlessly at the ground. His eye's trying to look for something in the snow, but he didn't know what. As the fire crackled and time passing by, Aaron become's colder. He has no protection against the harsh cold, no blanket. Yet something kept him conscious, his pride and confidence most likely. 
Aaron had let himself down, trusting in nature instead of being the paranoid person he always once, he shouldn't of let his guard down and now he feels ashamed about himself.  He'd have to start from point one again.
His eye's began flickering, becoming weak in almost every second. His body weak and almost numb-like. His body was quitting, already took too much damage from the cold.  His voice was shaky, attempting to call for help, but too late. His mind slipped into the land of unconscious and landed into what Aaron liked to call, The Sleeping Abyss. [/indent]


[b]| [i]NOTES:[/i] |[/b]
[INDENT]Aaron has a secret up his sleeve.[/INDENT]
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The 'flammable' arrows are just covered in oil. 
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