Name: Mick Stephard
Age: 24
Appearance: 1,80 cm tall, shoulder long, dirty blonde hair
A masculine and strong jaw line and a rather round head priced with a nearly female nose.
Blue penetrating eyes which can quickly turn into a cold grey and then to top it off, a scruffy blonde beard.
His body type is rather builded, not athletic but one could see that it was kept in shape. So it has wide shoulders but still a bit of a stomach while also posessing a good radius of a biceps.
His arms and legs are covered with thick lair of hair and so would be his chest. Other places are therefor weirdly hairless. A huge scar would go from his right chest down to his stomach and so cutting it's way through the hair.
His body type is good for brawling and fighting but lacks the strength to run for a long distance so heavy work is perfectly for him.
As for clothes he's wearing a green wool hoodie which certainly has seen better days. A heavy worker jeans with cuts, holes and all kind of strains. Worn over the jeans would be pair of shin guards one is using when skating. Heavy steel toed boots would make this nearly complete.
As a finishing touch Mick is wearing a dark green bowler hat with a cross ace card glued on the side and matching duster scarf would protect his face from dirt, cold and unwanted looks.
Items: Bagpack filled with:
-Water
- canned food
- camping cooker
- lighter
- huge pack of cigarettes
- Serveral layers of cloth
- a bottle of whiskey! (what else!)
- Fork and can opener
Weapons : -A Hammer
- serveral hunting knives(3) (Ye pops used to go out hunting)
,-a crossbow with 5 bolts (Freaking hard to make those aight?)
Bio: Mick always had a complicated live, his father was pretty abusive and well living in a bloody small town where ya pops is befriended with everybody and you are stamped to be a good for nothing? What else can you do but to not leave em hanging? What Mick did was simple, he layed on his fatherĀ“s pocket and acted like a total douche while he secretly sended applications to several companies over to England, making online test and learning in his time when his father was "grounding" him. Little did he know that he wanted to be grounded! At least this drunkyard left him alone then!. Just as he was approved to a meeting with a rather big tobacco company hell broke loose at home, Mick gathered what he could and even took his fatherĀ“s most precious hunting knive with him. As he finally took over to London it was also the time that true hell broke loose. The bombs fell and Mick was left behind clueless, helpless and dumbstuck what to do! He was lucky that he was still on the ferry and people there did quiet good on the first few weeks and then, after week 4 and so roughly a month after the drop, Mick decided to flee, tensions were growing and well also the nice people of the bloody goverment were searching for the ferry, targeting it as a possible threat for whatever reason. Just the night Mick left the ferry he saw black, quiet boats driving towards it....only a hour later screams echoed to the empty streets of the small and abandoned village he made his way through...