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Dunno I kind of threw my self into the fray reading the last 2 pages of ICC to kind of catch up.
Not a problem. The group seems pretty good here.
Tim kept starring at the couple across the way. The two seemed anxious of each other...well more one than the other. As the male walked closer, Volk got an idea in his head "Maybe they are friendly, no shooting so far and to be honest I could do with the company. If I am lucky they might have some food worth sharing and a place worth staying at. A bit optimistic but anything at this point is worth trying granted the possible outcomes. But maybe I should move closer and get a little more detail on the situation." Using the cars as cover and crawling here and there and remaining low to the ground making next to no noise as possible and praying to his ancestors he would not be spotted or shot he moved in quietly and as close to them as he could till their conversation as understandable he caught a caught a portion of the conversation "I'm Emma. Nice to meet you."

The boy moved up to Emma ever so slowly almost paranoid as anybody would be in this world at this point. The gun in his hand drew his attention at first. "Glock 34 17 round magazine, 9mm round, easy to conceal and easy to use." thought Volk. The boy dropped his guard and thankfully his shaky hand that held the gun. He reached out and shook Emma's Hand "I'm Dean." The kid wasn't triggering any signs of distrust so far or possible wanting for mugging / killing. "Maybe these two are friendly, this is my only chance and I may as well take it. Hell or high water I need to make some friends traveling by myself is getting dangerous and I need friends." Making sure his weapons are put away and out of reach so as not to come off as threatening he sighs and raises his hands and slowly starts standing up. "Do not shoot, I mean no harm, just saw ya both across the way and listened in long enough to hear your names. The names Timothy Volk, friends call me Wolfie, granted if I knew where the hell they went, How do you do?" said Volk in a calm measured manner.
Thank you very much Ducky.
Thanks for the compliment. I could have went with Timofei Volk and go true Russian spelling and everything but I like the name. Hope to see ya in the game.
Tim hunkered down next an old stoop of what would seem to be an apartment building. He was exhausted after the last few months of travel either by being attack by raiders or by monsters along the way. He had not seen any sight of his former friends and comrades in arms since they split up all those months ago. A loud grumbling sound came out of Tim's stomach as he had run out of food lately. "Man ran out of those MRE's I had stashed for my annual backpacking vacation with my buds" quietly grumbled Tim. "Came out of my hidey hole just to find a morsel of food to eat and hopefully water or even more water filtration packets to get myself some clean water so I can keep on going" mumbled Tim as he kept a low crouch and trying to blend into the shadows. Luckily for Tim he had not seen any monsters out today and even more cheerily nobody wanting to shoot and or stab his ass for just existing in this fucked up world. He really needed to find a friendly group or something in order to give him numbers for protection and somebody to talk to. Getting a little boring having nothing to say and talking to himself to keep his mind from going stir crazy.

He slowly creeped towards what looked like an old convenience store / gas station in his search of much need supplies and the such. Watching both sides Tim blended in with the shadows in order to keep his presence hidden and going heel to toe to keep his foot steps light and as soundless as possible to not gather some unwanted attention. When he went to cross the street he saw a park nearby. And two people talking to each other. Tim could barely make out the features at all but the one thing he could figure out was one was a male and the other a female. Ducking behind a car he sat and watched the two strangers trying to figure out if they had seen him or not.
Name: Timothy "White Wolf" Volk
Age: 23
Gender: Male

Physical Description:
Tim stands at five foot eight inches tall with a athletic build and developed muscles, not bulging but built overtime and more endurance than weight lifting style, and broad shoulders. He has long black hair tied in a ponytail and a black beard that he keeps neatly trimmed, it looks like long sideburns that meet with a goatee, with deep brown eyes.
Tim wears a White T-shirt and black over-shirt with black cargo pants and black combat boots with high sides.

Equipment:
1- K-Bar knife, 1 Camel pack, 1 Head mounted flashlight, 1 Alice pack, 1 Shasqua (Saber), 1 Walking stick, 1 Hoodie (black), 1 Jacket (brown), 1 Pair Combat Jack boots, 1 pair of Cargo pants (black), 1 pair of goggles, 10ft of rope, 4 rolls of duct tape, 1 pack of water filtration kit, 1 set of mechanics tools, 1 trimming kit, 1 boot polishing kit, and a 4lb hammer .

Skills:
CQC (Defensive strikes and grapples specialized in quick and fast take downs), German sword fencing, Survival skills (Military and Native American). First Aid, Quick learning and Adaptive.

Personality:
Tim is very loyal to friends and is group oriented, but can survive on his own. Keeps calm in heavy or serious situations and reacts well under pressure. He is very relaxed and easy going but suspicious of new comers or strangers until he can some what gage the personality.

Bio:
Timothy Volk grew up in the Northeastern part of South Dakota on a farm stead. His father's side of the family is a long time standard of being in the military and also due to Native American Heritage big into survival training and practicing of their customs. His mothers' side of the family is mostly farmers and college graduates who are extremely intelligent and very fast learners. From a young age Tim was taught how to farm and fix farm equipment and motor vehicles on the fly with very little resources on hand. Also was put through ruck sack hikes and military boot camp style training, such as learning how to properly use and maintain firearms of wild variety.
Due to his background Tim excelled well into school and had great interests in tinkering with anything he could get his hands onto wanting to learn how everything ticked and worked. He also had a wild imagination and loved hand to hand combat and also sword play which his father had taught him on a day to day basis. When Tim was a teenager he took this a little to far and studied swords and metallurgy in order to have a background in smithing and machining in order to ply a craft or trade in order to make money in his later life. At the age of 18 Tim applied for the military but was turned down due to certain problems. From being rejected from the military Tim decided to go out into the world and learn more about it from culture to job experience he traveled the East Coast from Maine to Florida before he returned home to South Dakota. After returning he went to a local University and studied mathematics and history to hopefully earn his bachelor degree while working a full time job.
When the apocalypse happened Tim gathered his traveling and fathers military gear and met up with his friends. Due to one of his buddies they decided to go East in order to commandeer a bought and head out to less populated islands where they could live off the land and stay away from roaming bandits and monsters hoping to live out for a few years before returning to mainland to see what humanity had left to offer. But one faithful night just east of Duluth, Minnesota Tim and company were attacked by raiders. Split up after the attack he continued east hoping to find a trace of his friends or complete the mission the friends and him had set out to do.
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