----Michael Wesley ----
Size: 6'1
Physical Shape: Michael's body is well taken care of. At a healthy weight, and broad-shouldered, he has a muscled physique, that comes with years of eating meat and vegetables, handling rowdy animals, and drawing bows taut. Hunting has garnered him a steady food supply over the time of the apocalypse, so starving has never been something that he has really experienced at this day and age.
Age: 25 years of age.
Family: Grandpa - Doug Wesley ;; Grandma - Mary Wesley ;; Both are alive and healthy for their older ages.
Personality: Current Personality: As of right now, Michael is a respectful, hard-working young man with a good, smart head on his shoulders. He is usually busy, so he doesn't seem to hav emuch time for talking and lollygagging, but if you get him at a time where he isn't running errands for his ma or working for his pops, he can engage in conversation, with a natural charm that comes with being raised up right. He is a mature guy, but has no qualms about having fun and such. He is rather protective, and will stand up for those who are treated wrongly for no good reason.
Will, over the course of heavy survival and such, develop into: Michael can come off as unapproachable, but that's mainly because he tends to be a bit on the quiet side, having spent ample time thinking and mourning - thus making silence something he is intimately familiar with. While a bit cold-shouldering, Michael is a very down-to-earth, realistic man, calloused from witnessing the deaths of his loved ones. Focused on the task at hand, and mature, Michael can take on a leadership role rather easily - although he tend to be a loner, due to the fact that groups can easily limit mobility and survival chances. He isn't secretly evil, and is a naturally humane person. If he sees someone in trouble, there's a high chance of him helping. However, as stated before, he's realistic, and if there's no chance in Hell of them being saved without major loss on both sides, he will move on, albeit with a heavy heart. These trying times have made him merciless in certain situations, and he no longer hesitates to end the life of a human, if that human poses harm or threat to him or anyone close to him. Serious, and focused, Michael's first rule of survival is...'Survive'. Although he may not seem it at first, there are rare times where Michael will let down his guard and laugh/joke, but it's extremely rare. With close friends, he may let down his guard a tad, and crack jokes or engage in some type of banter, but don't expect it to be an often thing. Even then, him getting all laughy and hyperactive is a no-go.
Occupation: Hunter/farmer by trade, lived in the country with his grandpa and grandma. Sold animal fur/meat to a large hunting shop in Philly.
Equipment: A light-weight, heavy-duty backpack, a multi-tool, a scarred lighter, a small flash-light light, and a wallet - containing some money and a picture of his grandparents. Will also most-likely pack dried meat and water.
Weapons: His future weaponry consists of: A worn, yet highly-maintained and sturdy recurve bow, a leather-wrapped quiver with self-made, sturdy arrows, and a sharpened utility knife. His arrows are reusable, which he makes great use of, and is virtually silent;; It's rare that you would see him with a gun. The utility knife is strapped securely to his pants, and the bow is latched to a strap on his backpack; easy access. The quiver is peeking over his right shoulder, strapped to his back. A solid, light-weight crowbar is strapped to the other side, opposite to his canteen.
Background: Michael had always been raised to be a humble, hardworking young man. Born in a country home, in a plot of land where the forest was cut-off at, hard-work was always a part of his daily life. Cutting wood for the fire, tending to the cows and pigs, and going hunting with his grandpa, deep within the woods...that's how his life was. His mother was single, and had died giving birth to him, leading him into the custody of his grandparents. He didn't mind;; to him, those two would always be his real parents, no matter what. He was taught his studies by a hired tutor, and was taught how to be a man by his grandfather. He speared fish in the lake behind their home, he rode horses down the dirt trails, he helped build sheds and different contraptions for the animals and vehicles, and, the most fun of all, he hunted animals with Mother Nature, selling the fur and hide in the market whenever they went down into Philly - which wasn't often. When all of this happened, Michael and his grandparents knew nothing of it. They were getting old, and it was up to Michael to provide for the family;; he did so efficiently and immediately, spending his time roping the horses, tending to the pigs, chickens, and cows, and hunting deer, boars, and hogs in the forest.
Recently, he has taken his grandpa and grandma down into Philly for a time in the city. Just so that they can experience it a bit more, since they tend to keep to their farm.
Other: The stuff in his weaponry and equipment slots are all things he has at his home, which he will eventually get/wear once shit really hits the fan.
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