[OOC] Perniciem [Romantically Apocalyptic-Inspired RP] [Apocalyptic/Dark Comedy!]

[scifidude47]

THE CORE CONCEPT:

The End of The World has come and gone. Within mere moments, everything about the world was turned on its head. Volcanoes erupted, clouds of ash coat the sky in a depressing gray. Nuclear weapons and reactors have exploded all across the globe. The world is filled with toxic air and polluted water, nobody can survive without a gas mask for long. No recognizable animal or plant life has survived, either driven extinct or mutated beyond recognition. The human population across the entire world is probably in the hundreds, maybe one or two thousand at best.

And to make matters worse, SOMEONE just so happened to drink what could've been the very last Pepsi in existence.

You ready your knife.

You're getting that Pepsi one way or another.
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EXPLAIN WHAT I JUST READ, MORSEL.

Okay, okay. Put down that sawed-off and I will. Come, have a seat by this pile of burning Dr. Seuss books while we roast what we hope is edible meat.

This is a kind of RP I've wanted to make for a while. One where the focus isn't on the minutiae of the apocalypse, the how, the where, even the why. It's not always gritty survival, gloomy and grim lamentations on the failure of humanity. Rather, I want to create a setting where dark humor flourishes.

This isn't to say I expect constant random humor, of course there will be moments of sadness and regret. It is the end of everything, after all.
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You've staved off my hunger for now, fleshy treat. Continue.

Alrighty. Hope that finger tasted good.

This is, in essence, an 'experimental' Roleplay in several ways. For one, the details, the 'how, when, and why' won't be delved into much, at least in the beginning. The setting has a few constants; the ever-present threat of death, the disappointing lack of flesh jerky suppliers humans, and of course, mutant monsters and strange anomalies around every turn. However, beyond that, the setting is what they players want to make of it. I'm completely open to new ideas, comments, etc.

The second 'experimental' aspect is that the cast ONLY consists of the players. Unless I see a need for more complicated ones, NPCs will consist mainly of mutant creatures and the like. This is a grim future, where human life is rare, fleeting, and too easy to lose. There won't be massive settlements, or bastions of civilization, unless the players choose to make one (Though the success will probably depend on how merciful your GM of the hour is feeling). The RP will consist mainly of the players making what they will of this dying world. Of course, I'll make sure there's things to work towards beyond racking up a high mutant kill count or finding another god-damned can of beans. There does need to be some general direction, after all.

The first players, once the RP begins, will most likely be assumed to have been travelling together for quite some time, or perhaps all happen to meet each other in happenstance, perhaps all cornered at once by a pack of mutant Kangaroo/Wolf/Bat hybrids. We'll cross that rusting bridge when we get to it.
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Very well. How do I partake in this distraction on the road to an unmarked grave?

Glad you asked!

I don't have a strict set-limit for players yet, though I'd prefer to start with around 4-5. If you're interested, feel free to pop a character sheet right in this thread! I'll also happily accept any comments, questions, suggestions, or hastily-compiled lists of futile insults here, or via PM, whichever is preferable.

A FEW POINTERS BEFORE MAKING A CHARACTER SHEET:

1. I'm partial to 'everyman' characters. I'm far more interested in seeing a convenience store clerk or envelope pusher than I am seeing some genetically-engineered supersoldier that can survive swallowing a nuke [Basically, don't be too overpowered and try to stick to characters that can be flawed. Flaws are fun! They lead to adventure.]

2. Despite the first suggestion, bear in mind that due to the nature of the setting, basically anything goes. Human, Half-Mutant, Sentient Conglomerate of various mammal brains given life and telekinesis by the mysterious apocalypse; go with what you're most comfortable with.

3. Remember; this setting isn't all serious, all the time. So have fun with your character! Just don't go too overboard. No sentient pickles with rat body parts stapled to them.*

4. Nobody's quite sure how long it's been since the End of the World happened, but most canned food is still good, yet there are people born after the apocalypse that are fully grown adults. Almost any age for a character is fair game.

*- At this time.

Character Sheet

Name: What you like to be called
Relative Age: Whether you remember correctly or not, this is how long you say you've lived.
Gender: You know this one.
Physical Description: Describe (or show via picture) what others see, what defines you at first sight.
Gas Mask Description: Faces are a rare sight in this world; glimpsed at briefly, and only partially, while someone is eating. Or dead. Your gas mask, filter, etc. is practically your identifier.

Job: Almost everybody did something for money before The End. Whether it was helpful to you afterwards was a matter of luck.
Personality: Kind? Religious? Jerk? Hungers for radioactive ash and 80s music? Describe emotional identifiers here.
Story: Give a 1-2 paragraph synopsis of your character's early, middle, and current life. Whether it started before or after The End is to your discretion.

Strengths/Weaknesses: What sets you above other survivors? What do others exploit in an attempt to grab your precious belongings?
Philosophy: Was there a god? Is there one now? Is there life after death? Are we all just text on a monitor screen?
Strange Behaviors: Everyone's got 'em. Come on, be honest. I'll never tell anyone.

Favorite Thing: It can be anything. An article of clothing, a kind of food, an activity. What brings you more glee than anything else in this joyless world?
Skills: Can you hurl a chunk of brick hard enough to pierce mutant hide? Can you make a gas mask from a tin can, duct tape, and a prayer?

STARTING EQUIPMENT: Any particular items you wish to start with should go here. How much food and water you're carrying, any weapons, tools, etc. should go here. Please don't go overboard. I trust you.

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MY CHARACTER:

Misty

Name: Misty (Normally followed by 'no, not the pokemon')
Relative Age: 23
Gender: Female
Physical Description:
Gas Mask Description: Simple, just one she happened to pick up from an army surplus store before the toxic air could kill her. A few small punctures are covered with scotch tape. Shockingly, it works.

Job: Misty says she was an athlete, though only in the sense of having to run often. She used to play softball before SHTF, and that's given her an edge not just with agility and endurance, but also makes her a hell of a fighter, at least with quick weapons.
Personality: Eccentric, to say the least. Those who meet her often get the feeling that she didn't use to be like this, though whether her apparent mania started before or after the apocalypse is a mystery.
Story: Misty only seems to remember playing softball before The End. After that, after the sun was lost to a never-ending grey sky, and buildings turned to rust as entire cities were swallowed whole by the cracking Earth, she remembers a strange sense of relief. As if living in this toxic, dying land was better than being in college. At least her debt will never be an issue again. Or anyone else's.

She has embraced the apocalypse, taking the chance to do things like finally burn down the damned coffee store that always made her latte wrong, put the mutated, reanimated bodies of her peers to rest, and of course, loot and plunder everything she can from the mall near her home. It's like Black Friday, except everyone's already dead!

Now, Misty has become accustomed to surviving. She wanders the wastes, greeting those few she finds like herself; always with an eerily cheery wave. Most of the time she's met with gunfire, but those who meet her usually end up changed, for better or worse.



Strengths/Weaknesses: She's a runner, and has a decent amount of stamina and speed. When she has a bat or a machete, she's excellent with delivering blow after blow and running before she can be eaten. However, she's not the best shot with anything besides her .22 pistol, and she's not exactly the strongest survivor.
Philosophy: The Apocalypse is an opportunity to enjoy the things we never could in the modern world, and it's best that everyone take advantage of it.
Strange Behaviors: She collects parts of dead, non-mutated animals. She'll never go into why. She's also abnormally interested with the anomalies that dot the landscape.

Favorite Thing: Her aluminum baseball bat, which she calls 'Lil Blue.' It's saved her countless times, and she typically resorts to it first when fighting. She does her best to keep it in the best condition.
Skills: She's agile, healthy, and full of energy. She's gotten fairly skilled with free-running her way through the ruins.
STARTING EQUIPMENT:

-.22 Caliber Pistol, with 20 bullets to go with it.
-Blue Aluminum Baseball Bat ('Lil Blue)
-Luggage Bag full of various animal parts.
-Black Backpack for carrying equipment
-Molotov Cocktail (She says she's saving it for a special occasion.)
-About 2 days worth of food and water. She much prefers canned and pre-packaged goods, and it's very difficult for her to stomach eating mutant meat or veggies.

CHARACTER ROSTER:

We'll probably start once we're around 4-5 characters strong. Currently, the hard limit for active characters will be 10, but this number may go up in the event that the RP starts to stagnate or I feel that, as GM, I can handle more.

ACTIVE CHARACTERS:

1. Misty [scifidude47]
2. Cato [Karos]
3. Nana [baranica]
4. Lucas Dane [HumanMusic]
5. Pam [RumikoOhara]
6. Fucker Joe [DeadDrop]
7. Calvin Carson [Zapdos]
8. Ahem [Dark Light]
9.
10.

WAITING LIST:
None yet.

GRAVEYARD:
-Whenever a character dies, their name, owner, and cause of death will be listed here.

[HumanMusic]

Mind If I hop in?

[scifidude47]

Mind If I hop in?

@HumanMusic

Feel free!

[Karos]

@scifidude47 Did you want us to post our CS in the character tab or were you going to do it once they were approved?

[scifidude47]

@scifidude47 Did you want us to post our CS in the character tab or were you going to do it once they were approved?

@Karos

If you'd be so kind as to put them in the character tab, it'd be greatly appreciated. You and @baranica 's characters have been accepted.

[badguy28]

FUck, I love roleplay.

[HumanMusic]

Lucas Dane

Name: Lucas Dane

Relative Age: About twenty or thirty years, concept of time is a bitch.

Gender: Male

Physical Description:

Gas Mask Description:

Job: He was just your average teenager before the apocalypse, he had no job and no money, just an angsty personality and a pimple covered face.

Personality: Mostly quiet but when he's alone he tends to speak aloud, there's no one there to stop him. He likes collecting small things like once sought for toys and models, he has a container full of them in his bag. One of his specific memories from before the apocalypse was the use of computers and video games, If he ever found a working computer you would never see him again until the power runs out.

Story: memories are a blur, much of what he remembers is just a failed person, unable to get good enough grades and even start a relationship. The apocalypse was a blessing, he didn't know how he survived but he did, he was the only person within underground station apart from a homeless man who eventually went insane and killed himself. Lucas survived on m&ms and bottled water for a few days until he ran out of vending machines, then he moved onto the next station, walking along the tracks and sometimes seeing trains full of starved people, he found more stations and more vending machines, more clothes and bags he could use to carry the things he needed. Lucas didn't know how long he'd been in the underground, every day, or every night, he built his body and mind in the event that he would leave the underground and face what might be a horror of mutated animals and ruined cities. The tunnel he followed eventually ended leading to a light, light he hadn't seen in so long, sunlight. The air was thin and the ground was scorched, cities were destroyed like he expected and around him were dead bodies of people trying to escape their demise, he looted what he could which included the gas mask he has now. Presumably years pass as he wandered the world, he was grateful for the chance at a new life, the world was quiet, peaceful, perfect for him, at first he would stay in one city at a time, working from building to building looking for life and or food and shelter, sometimes he would see two animals fused together like that one cartoon about the dog and cat which have connected bodies. Life was peaceful but uneventful, secretly he hoped he could meet someone else if there was anyone else.

Strengths/Weaknesses: He tends to sleep peacefully and not expecting that anyone would try to steal anything from him based on the fact that there is literally no one to steal from him. His guard is often down and relaxed, nothing can really hurt him in this world unless it's a mutated dog trying to grab a leg.

Philosophy: He never believed there was a god, and if there was then he probably left the world to die long before the apocalypse, his philosophy is that life doesn't have much meaning, his only reason for living now is the freedom he has.

Strange Behaviors: He’ll make weird sounds here and there, if a building topples over in front of him he'd probably make a “WHOUOUHH” sound.

Favorite Thing: M&Ms are off the list, he'd had enough of those in the underground. He really likes proper cooked meat, wether it be mutant flesh on a spit or preserved precooked sausages from the supermarket.

Skills: He can make that popping sound with his fingers and his cheek… he can also cook a mean mutant steak, he somehow finds mutant meat better than normal meat. Also he has basic survival skills he learned from a survival handbook found outside the underground.

STARTING EQUIPMENT:
Russian SKS rifle, x30 rounds
Pump action shotgun, x7 rounds
Emergency axe from the train station
Canteen of purified water
Messenger bag with ready made food he makes for lunch
Bag containing food, clothing, a tarpaulin, a box of models and a bed roll

[HumanMusic]

@scifidude47

[RumikoOhara]

Pam

Name: Pamela Gottlieb

Relative Age: 24

Gender: Female

Physical Description: Pamela

Gas Mask Description: Gas Mask and Hazardous Environment Suit

Job: Survivor though previously she was an Exotic Dancer

Personality: Pam is a cautious type who uses her brain and her smile to get what she wants and isn’t against using her body to get what the other two fail to get her what she wants.

Story: Pam was born to a teen mother who was at best a blaise parent who in the end lost her to the Child Protective Services at age 9.

It was in the foster homes that Pam discovered the world was a predator and it ate the weak and to survive you needed to harden your heart and learn to isolate your true self behind an iron willed wall.

She ran away at 15 and says she survived by her wits and willingness to do whatever she must to make it.

She was working as the headliner at a club called the Foxes den when the world ended and when the other idiots panicked she shifted gears mentally and emotionally attaching herself to men that had power using them to gain advantage and the things she needed to survive moving from one man or woman till she found someone stronger.


Strengths/Weaknesses: Knowing that her body and mind are her greatest assets Pam is skilled at gathering information and strives to keep herself clean and healthy / Her greatest weakness is her lack of empathy and distrust of others seeing them as tools for her to use which means she has no true friends.

Philosophy: “Never let your morals stand in the way of survival”
Strange Behaviors: Everyone's got 'em. Come on, be honest. I'll never tell anyone.

Favorite Things: Music and Singing

Skills: Stealth, Negotiation, Scrounging, Brawling, and Sewing

STARTING EQUIPMENT:

Compound bow with 16 arrows and two replacement strings
Monocular 8x scope or 30x microscope
2 replacement filter cans for her mask
Survival Tomahawk
ALICE Pack
3 lifestraw water filters
2 full changes of clothes (women’s military uniforms)
8 pair of socks
12 pair of underwear
4 Bras
6 T-shirts
3 days of MRE
2 ½ liter canteens

[scifidude47]

@HumanMusic I like him already, accepted!

@RumikoOhara Ohh, I can already see some interesting things with her in the group. Accepted!

EDIT:

Now that we've got 5 characters, I'll get to work on an introductory post after I finish a few things.

[HumanMusic]

@scifidude47 thx!

[DeadDrop]

Name: 'Fucker Joe'
Relative Age: 45 ?
Gender: Male
Physical Description: CORPSED
Gas Mask Description: Various words such as "Fuck fuck fuck!" "Corpsed!" and other profanties are scrawled on the man's mask. His mask appears to be military in some nature.

Job: Papa Pete's Cold Pop Floor Manager
Personality: Some describe him as FUCKING twisted, as he's from Papa Pete's Cold Pop Factory - the most twisted soda pop factory before the end. The man usually talks, to himself and others. He has a twisted sense of humor and a blessed mind set, survive by any means possible and never let a Cold Pop goto waste.

Story:

The man, Fucker Joe wasn't always known as Fucker Joe. His name was Joe the IV, like his fathers before him they were all too, called Joe. The family buisness was to continue to run Papa Pete's soda factory (the first in his heritage to not be named Joe). The soda was too fucking good, everyone wanted a Cold Pop - it was just too cold... Too delicious. Only few, those with the will power could man the factory as it too - tempted every worker with a Cold Pop. Joe was put to work as a floor manager when he graduated highschool, armed with a whip and the floor's slaves he worked them to breaking every day. The world wanted Papa Pete's Cold Pop, and they will get it.

That was until the slaves turned on the family during The End, then the corpsing began. A brutal uprising against the aristocratic Joes and the enslaved slaves of the evermore. In the end, The Joes were FUCKING CORPSED. An unfortunate end, yet Joe made it out - Fucker Joe. He wasen't going to die to some fucking slaves, not like this. He exchanged his whip for a new weapon - the Corpser, a bat with nails driven into it. Used by his mobile supervisors to... Encourage more work. With the Corpser and his Papa Pete's Cold Pop uniform he head out to the wastes.

That was a while ago, the man still looks out for the slaves that destroyed his family. For the only fate they deserve is a good corpsing.

Strengths/Weaknesses: The man is old, he isn't what he once be (a young corpser and floor manager). So he lacks some effiency in the combat department, where he - once was a good fighter. He is still buff, 98% muscle and 2% body fat thanks to a strong regime of Papa Pete's Cold Pop and human meat. Did I mention he's a cannibal?
Philosophy: "A cold pop a day keeps the undergod at bay."
Strange Behaviors: He is often heard praying to the undergod, apparently a dark being.

Favorite Thing: A cold... Papa Pete's Pop.
Skills:

Corpsed! - He has experience murdering and working slaves, beware the Corpser

Papa's Knowledge - He knows how to create the Cold Pop, it could be mankinds salvation

Customer Service - He was a good salesman in his day.

The Undergod Beckons - Praying to the occult - The Undergod gives him faith, and with faith there is corpsing. He often makes his own items, armor and weapons. While crude they get the job done, and they have that feeling - of something watching binded to it.

STARTING EQUIPMENT:

The corpser

Papa Pete's Manager uniform

Old brown cloak

2 weeks food and water

A Compass

A Picture of his family

A skull helmet.

A military looking gasmask with 2 replacement filters (the word FUCK FUCK FUCK is written on the filters).

A Black book.

[scifidude47]

@DeadDrop Your character sheet is accepted. Praise Papa Pete!

[DeadDrop]

Yea I have alot written for Joe I just condensed it and took out the other lore as it didn't pertain to the roleplay.
I don't think everyone needed to see it lol.
@badguy28

[badguy28]

Name: Biff Hellcat

Relative Age: 43

Gender: Action Star

Physical Description: This man stands at an imposing 5'8, sporting gold-rimmed aviators, slicked back jet black hair, a piping cubano, leather jacket, and jeans. He spews confidence, and he's an unforgettable sight. If anything of the culture can be remembered from the old world, this is its spitting image.

On either side of his jeans, an M9 Beretta in a black leather holster, and engraved in gold on the left pistol, Biff. On the right, Hellcat. Strapped to his back is his legendary 刀 (Katana), the ベビーファッカー (Bebifaka).

The man speaks with a gravelly voice, hardened by years of chain-smoking cigars.

Gas Mask Description: Biff's mask is simple, a white surgical mask.

Job: Biff Hellcat is the most prolific and successful actor of all time. His works spanned the entire world, and his ass-kicking, brown people-blasting adventures are recognized by all.

Personality: Stereotypical 80s action star. He seems to be deluded into thinking his past experiences are reality, and that his skills onscreen have transfered over to the apocalypse.

Story: Biff's early life was nothing out of the ordinary, and completely average. Anyone who hasn't met at least these standards should be considered a failure.

He was born in the middle of the night to a single mother, as his father had been killed the night before while saving the rest of Seal Team Six by laying on top of a nuclear bomb and preventing the blast from killing anyone. Biff drove his mother home, then to Washington D.C. to accept the Medal of Honor on his father's behalf. In the following years, he had been awarded nearly every medal that the US could award aside from the Purple Heart and the Prisoner of War Medal. Then it was time to start kindergarten. Biff was so intelligent that he skipped the entirety of elementary and middle school, getting dropped straight into high school. Within a week, he dominated the big bad bully of the high school using his Krav Maga prowess, and took his girlfriend as a trophy.

After completing high school and getting his PhDs in Quantum Physics, Engineering, and Fine Art, he accidentally walked onto the set of the upcoming film Nightblade Extreme. The director took one look at him and ordered the leading man executed to make room for Biff to take the role. Twenty-six NB:E films later, and Biff is one of the most wealthy and influential pop-culture icons in history, being named Times Magazine's sexiest man in the world 26 years straight. That all changed when the fire nation attacked.

Biff was sent into a bunker alone when the apocalypse began. Time started to eat away at his sanity. He was well-fed and in peak physical condition, but he was starved on the most important thing in the world. Attention. He donned a white surgical mask, making sure to cut a hole in it so that he could fit a cigar through, then pushed open the heavy steel door, embracing the apocalypse.

Strengths/Weaknesses: Biff is the real deal prima donna. He's still in good condition, and he is trained in Krav Maga, firearms, and acting. His mental health, however, is a different story. He's deluded himself into believing that the world is actually one huge movie. As such, he feels little to no fear, and is convinced that his actions do not affect his own well-being.

Philosophy: Kill terrorists, smoke cigars, bang hotties. I'm unstoppable.

Strange Behaviors: Monologues, Aggression, Badass One-Liners.

Favorite Thing: Attention.

Skills:
Plot Armor - Biff believes he is invincible, and the world seems not to disagree, as he's somehow still alive. Mind over matter.
Acting - Biff is constantly acting, so he's pretty good at that.
Krav Maga - Biff was trained by Jewish monks for NB:E 3.
Firearms - Biff is a gun-fu expert. Unfortunately, his guns are almost always loaded with blanks.

STARTING EQUIPMENT:
M9 Beretta x2
Katana
Leather Jacket
Gold-Rimmed Aviators
Seemingly Endless Cigars
Lots o' 9mm Blanks
Surgical Mask

[Zapdos]

@scifidude47 this looks like an interesting RP. Would a 12-year old kid who is mechanically inclined be okay? I'm thinking he learns how to fix stuff before the apocalypse.

Let me know if that works and I can start on a CS.

[scifidude47]

@badguy28 I hope Biff enjoys his new role in the documentary of the end of mankind. Adding.

@Zapdos Fine by me, so long as there's some weakness to balance it out.

[Zapdos]

@scifidude47 Sounds good, he's 12, so that comes with it's own weaknesses by default. It should be fun to roleplay once I have the CS done.

[Zapdos]

@scifidude47 I have made the CS, everything except the strange behavior (which I cannot think of right now because I am tired) is on there. Let me know if anything needs to be changed.

Calvin Carson

Name: Calvin Carson
Relative Age: 12
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Calvin wears a pair of blue jeans, tennis shoes, and a faded white t-shirt. They’re in surprisingly good shape for being subjected to the apocalypse and the everyday life of a 12-year old boy, which is probably due more to luck than anything else. His physical appearance also isn’t out of the ordinary; brown hair, blue eyes, white skin, and he has the average muscle mass and size of a kid his age.

Gas Mask Description: Calvin wears a welding mask that he rigged to serve as a gas mask as well for two reasons. One, it looks cool, and two he occasionally does need to weld things. It looks something like this:

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Job: Calvin was and is a kid, so he never worked for a living beyond maybe running the occasional lemonade stand to buy candy or something. If lemons exist in this universe, Calvin can make lemonade for whoever he is with?

Personality: Calvin is an optimistic person, despite everything that has happened to him. Perhaps this is because he is young, perhaps it is because he is determined, or perhaps because it’s because it was how his grandfather was. The changes in his life shook him at first, but with his goal, Calvin gained a sense of purpose and a reason to go on. Also, if there is some mechanical thing that needs to be fixed or some cool device that needs to be made, the boy will focus on that to the exclusion of anything else.

Story: Calvin grew up before The End in a typical suburban neighborhood. He wasn’t a typical kid though; Calvin enjoyed taking things apart more than talking to other people, so he didn’t have many friends. Even his siblings and parents could find his talk about mechanical things to be annoying. The one person he could really relate to was his grandfather, a retired engineer who lived away from the city in the woods. During the summers or when he wasn’t in school, he would visit and spend time fixing up old cars or learning how something new worked.

Two tragedies came very quickly for the kid though. The first was the death of his grandpa. The second, not even a day later, was The End. Everything changed so fast; the only reason Calvin lived at all was because he happened to be in his house’s basement at the time. With no living relatives and so much emotional distress happening all at once, the only reason the boy lived was because he knew how to fix things. Someone always needed their car fixed or some piece of equipment made and Calvin was glad to do this in exchange for sustenance.

After adjusting to the new normalcy of the apocalypse, Calvin decided that what he would need to thrive in this new world was the family Jeep, a 1940’s WW2 era vehicle. If he had that, he could drive wherever he wanted and could start a new life away from all the mutants and mayhem of the world.

Strengths:
-Superb mechanical skills.
-His small size (compared to everyone else) means he can hide, dodge, and otherwise run away from threats that would impair older people.
-He has the energy of a 12-year old boy; that is to say, a lot.
-He is a skilled driver, which is surprising given that kids his age usually aren’t able to reach the gas pedal.

Weaknesses:
-No sense of direction. Given that he is trying to find a very specific place, this is troublesome for him.
-He’s 12, so he isn’t particularly strong. Calvin isn’t super weak, but physically he could be overpowered by most adults.
-Can be a bit impractical since he is a kid.
-Not much in the way of combat skills. Calvin’s default way of fighting is to run around and stab people with his electric drill when he has the chance. His backup is using a hammer to whack people, but that’s less effective.

Philosophy: Calvin doesn’t really know what he believes right now.

Strange Behaviors: I’ll have to think of something for this later.

Favorite Thing: The keys to the “family Jeep,” a vehicle said to be in Calvin’s family for generations. The Jeep itself (upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/common…) is at his grandfather’s house and it is Calvin’s goal to get there.

Skills: Calvin is an ace at fixing things and making things out of whatever materials he has available. Cars, radios, guns, whatever. He even has basic welding skills that help contribute to this.

STARTING EQUIPMENT: Calvin has a toolbox (it used to be his grandfather’s) filled with wrenches, screwdrivers, and other assorted tools used for fixing things. Of particular note is a portable welding torch, an electric drill (which he uses as a weapon if he needs to), and a seemingly endless supply of duct tape. He also has a small solar panel setup used to generate small amounts of electricity as needed and the keys to his family jeep. In addition to this, he has two days’ worth of food and water.