Member
Samuel Boone
Time Heals All Wounds
Age: 50
Physical Description
A man of the old world, his greying beard betrays any feeble attempt to hide his age. A larger-than-average nose above the grey-and-brown whiskers and two eyes of hazel with a hint of orange when the light hits just right. His hair self-cut short, ragged but that seems to fit his style. Samuel is not a heavy man and his physique is not quite what it used to be, though anyone could tell you that his hard daily work keeps him more than able. His height is a good 5'10'', and this is hidden by his usual slouching figure.
Psyche
Samuel is calm in a social setting, though he has a tendency to get caught up in telling his stories and jokes. He is empathetic to various points of views and is easily wary upon hearing radical notions. Friendship with Samuel is easy as gifts and advice are both expected and welcome by many. Strenuous situations don't bother Samuel like they used to, experienced enough now to hang back and process his surroundings, finally carrying out whatever protocols he learned over the years with accuracy. A traumatic loss of a loved one years ago forced upon him a mild psychosis; disembodied voices and repetition of an unseeming word uttered without context are his benign demons. Few know what keeps him as level as he is.
Motivation
Samuel's old partner always wanted to live in Washington state. Now's his chance to fulfill one part of a dream.
Relations
Is known by most that have lived in New Philadelphia. No outstanding relations yet.
Personal History
Born in 2,000, Samuel was born in Chattanooga, Tennessee and a part of Generation Z, having a head for tech that his parents were sorely lacking in. While having few siblings, he rarely lived with any as they all belonged to a different mother or father and granting him the overall feeling of being an only child. He's had his rebellious years and was soon thrown into a private school to take care of his "problem with authority." Six years of the many strict codes of conduct have molded him into a functional young man for society, as well as where he met his high school sweetheart: Drew Caliman.
Immediately after finishing high school, Samuel was pulled in by the booming outdoor industry of his city and joined the guild for rock climbers. From there he learned many aspects to the profession for efficiency and safety with all types of outdoors equipment, ropes, and environments. After the second year he picked up basic first aid and first responder training, though he did not pursue any further careers involving search and rescue. Instead he evolved into a guide, exploring the surroundings and keeping all manners of locals and tourists safe along the valleys.
Then the fogs rolled in. The city had little warning as communications were mysteriously dropping and the mist came in with the Tennessee River. Reports of missing people came in waves. Samuel plucked Drew from their home and drove his truck full of camping and survival supplies to the guild's base of operations. Things were safe there for a time, but no one was prepared for a full invasion of beings from the fog. The leaders were quick to leave with their families, and to this day Samuel doesn't know if any of them made it; though the rest of the guild's staff stuck together and warded off what they could. During the final push upon their makeshift stronghold, a transmission came through: Safety on the East Coast, toward Philadelphia. So everyone with their packed vehicles rushed from their base and made a convoy going North East.
Every survivor prepared for the trip to the best of their abilities, though everyone was ill-prepared for towns overrun and monsters ready to shred their vehicles. In Virginia, five of the seven vehicles were lost, two of which were to raiders. Perhaps it would be more suited to call them looters or the insane. Samuel and Drew were in one of the aforementioned vehicles, ambushers using a downed telephone pole to stop their advance. They were given the chance to leave the truck to go on foot, so Samuel picked out two bags and they left without incident. The whole state was foreign to him, but he tracked to the best of his abilities. They had made it to Baltimore, but still had many miles to their destination.
Samuel doesn't talk about the rest of the trip on foot much. He lost Drew during that trek, as well as gaining a few new scars. All he will tell is his seeing New Philadelphia with lights visible from the distance, sometime during midnight. He arrived in the early morning, exhausted and more than that, broken. He will often say he wished for a new spark for determination, but his will to live had fallen greatly for the first few years. Time heals all wounds. With a weak source of will, he went from scrounging for scraps in the dirty alleys to signing up as a patrol for the New Philadelphia National Guard. His skills and knowledge proved useful as he became a trainer for scavenging food, basic farming, and ropework. He opted in for training with heavier weapons and was an inspiration for backline defense.
Years in New Philadelphia were rough, but Samuel grew to enjoy who he was once more. He is a hard man when he works, but he leaves the agile folk to do the regular duties and errands. Now Samuel focuses on training and imparting his skillsets to whoever wishes for better chances of survival in this rebirth of society.
Equipment
-Two (2) sets of climbing equipment:
-Two (2) full body Harnesses
-75ft rope
-18 carabiners
-Two (2) helmets
-Two (2) pairs of climbing shoes
-Repaired Heavy Jacket w/ Hood and Pants (suitable for harsh terrains and bad weather)
-Three (3) Shemaghs of colors: Black, Brown, Grey (for heat, dust)
-One (1) repaired pair hiking boots
-One (1) Pick
-One (1) Benelli M4
-One (1) duffel bag of medical supplies:
-Basic First Aid Kit
-Basic Trauma Kit
-Miscellaneous Drugs
-Outdoors Supply Bag:
-Shake Flashlight
-One (1) worn medium tent (fits two comfortably)
-Flint and Tinder
-Matchbook
-One (1) Gerber survival knife
-One (1) patchwork cloak (brown)
-One (1) stuffed rabbit (brown/grey)
Miscellaneous
To Be Filled Later