Name: Garsin Folkvar
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Sexuality: as an arrow
Appearance:
^^^equipment will be heavily damaged when he enters rp
weapons:
- A .45 pistol styled to look like a flintlock. it had a small barrel mag that hold eight rounds. He has 3 mags. and bullets on his belt.
- A sword with a single edge and slight curve, but not quite a katana.
- A knife that can be mounted, if he should choose, to the end of his rifle.
gear (backpack):
-air tank in top compartment
-small metal bowl for cooking/eating with a small handle.
-multi-utensil folds out to knife/fork/spoon/can opener.
-compass
-document tube that hangs under bag horizontally (contains maps).
-flint and striker with small bag of tender
-1 can of soup
-1 can of tuna
-1 can of beans
-2 bottles of water
-2 packs of 5 water purification tablets.
History: Garsin took up the job of a blacksmith in his surviving settlement. It was a small one but it was sturdy. they had fresh water from a mountain and a mine close-by that they used to mine ore and make metal. The population was only around thirty or so people, so when it came to a fight, there wasn't much for them to hold their ground on. Garsin then took it upon himself to make armor for the few people that, and himself, that were able to defend the town. It was just in time as well. By the time he had finished issuing the custom pieces, they were attacked by a bunch of bandits looking to control the mines. The residence only had 9 men who could fight , but none of them had any guns that were an automatic and they were seriously outnumbered four to one. Still they held their ground, until the bandits sent a group to flank in from behind, killing anyone in their way. Garsin's small force fell into a panic to protect to double back and protect the people, but in their frenzy they were easier to cut down and half of the bandits still remaining. The last two remaining were Garsin and his brother, Drake. Over time, and careful maneuvering between the two, they were able to kill of the last of the bandits, but at too high of a cost. Garsin was badly injured and his brother was fatally shot in the gut. There were no survivors in the town, but Garsin. He treated his wounds as much as he could, and although he needed rest, he put himself to work. He made a mass grave for the towns people and individual ones for the other defenders. He placed their helmets on poles above their graves, breaking the respirators so no one would take them. Then he gathered some supplies, and left.
As for the bandits, news travels when 40 of you men don't come back.
currency: $60