Well, he would have been in a weirder phase of his life, and yes, cults are indeed built out of people like that, not just rules and this indomitable idea of an impenetrable cult. Most religious groups are built around drug experiences which aid religious figures in reaching & preaching the altered state of mind that is central to their dogma, and help their followers stay within that altered state. Almost all religion and witchcraft culture is based around this concept. Trust me, I study religious anthropology :P
Anyway, he was more a person used/using the movement for a brief and harrowing time of his life. Imagine a Nazi youth waking up one day and realizing how fucking stupid his life was. When many of the members were still figuring out just what a life in this cult would mean in the early days, either going crazy or finding "God within", he saw the closing window to vanish and went through it. He is still
extremely terrified/respectful of the Great Annihilator. (btw that's a great album, lel) I hope he doesn't seem to obnoxious...
Name: "The Druid" AKA 'Cid
Gender: Male
Age: 25, nearing his 26th birthday.
Pre-Apostate Occupation: Political activist/militant, Student, drug-dealer.
Equipment: A badly maintained but still operable Remington 870 shotgun, sawed barrel, 6 shells for said shotgun. This weapon is mostly used to scare off people. He always carries at least one bottle or his canteen of water with him. In his rucksack (old, canvas), he carries a snub-nosed S&W revolver and 15 bullets for it, a dangerous-looking utility knife-kit, dried food made from several ground up and dried sources. Always has at least one working lighter on him, if not more. Strapped to the back is his guitar, the only thing he's owned that stays in working order on its own. He also carries an extra blanket in his bag, just in case. He wears a thick, heavy green military jacket covered in band patches, a filthy workshirt, a brown shirt, well-fitted black jeans, and always wears old, brown military boots. Always armed with a smirk.
Personality: Loud-voiced and almost stupid, this is mostly a front for a survivalist, kill-or-be-killed attitude, even if he really isn't all that smart. His attention span is erratic; sometimes he can carry an actually intelligent debate on for hours, most of the time he'll remark on tiny things in the world around him as they distract him. Other than this, he is a gentle person and incredibly respectful, almost meekly unwilling to ruin anybody's day. He is driven to express his thoughts either in-articulately or through music.
History: From what little he's shared, he "used to have" schizophrenia ("or somethin', maaan") and was committed briefly to a mental hospital (incidentally the same that housed the Seer, who he remembers vaguely in amiable terms) before being released with a clean bill of health and new hatred for "the system". For some time, and while in the hospital, he kept up a guise of misanthropic hate for most of those around him. While this experience certainly embittered him towards his idealized and near-mental view of a society that had tried to suppress him, he wholeheartedly threw himself into the punk "movement" and "never looked back."
Selling pot in college while studying agriculture and growing his own shit was an easygoing lifestyle, but when the Apostate took place, he was once again alone and angry at some make-believe cause of all these problems. Surviving for a time on his own, he eventually made contact with a group of other survivors that he felt compelled to follow after one conversation with their leader, a strange mystic, after avoiding most other people (after seeing them murder and loot in the first days...) While he doesn't talk much about it (out of fear, out of respect, no one's sure), he makes vague mentions here of the early days of the Children of God, where he "dropped acid way too much with the fucking weirdest group of nazi motherfuckers I'd ever met" and got involved teaching the group how to sustain itself with food and farming. At some point, he appears to have left their brotherhood behind, rejecting their ideology. He's loath to mention most of this, knowing they'd probably want his ass now. He also absolutely refuses to mention just how involved he was.
Other: Always really, really high, somehow. He runs a small farm within the ruins of Central Park, supplying neighbors with food to maintain friendship ties. Has a good reputation. An unconfirmed Pansexual. Always gets you the best weed.