NAME: Daniel Crates, commonly known as Graverobber
AGE: 32
APPEARANCE:
He stands at 6' 1" head and shoulders. Long brunette hair that goes down to the base of his shoulder blades. His hair has become matted since his bathing is far and few between. He also has the distinct stench of dead bodies on him, as he spends most of his time near the body mounds looking for any stray valuables, and when he's not at the mounds he's looking for old cemeteries. His own natural stench from the lack of bathing, would be more pleasant than the stench of bodies that he carries about him.
He has full lips, you know the kind that if one ignored the fact of the dirty look and the odor a girl would look at his lips and just want to kiss him on the spot. Sadly these are one of the very few positive features he has about himself. They are always covered in black lipstick, as his lips have long lost the healthy warm red color they once carried and are now a very pale color that hints to his poor nutrition.
He has hazel eyes, which you will often see as bloodshot for any reason among a long list. He has dark rings just below his eyes, evidence of a lack of sleep. He does sleep, he just only gets about 3 to 4 hours each night, he only sleeps longer when he's drunk off his rocker.
He has a number of scars from the War, most of which he received from what was called "Meatball Surgery". It was where the military surgeons would work in the field and have soldier after soldier with varying issues, some quick fixes, others that were fatal if not treated immediately, and once the soldier was patched up, they were sent right back out on the front lines.
He has a scar from when he had to have his appendix removed during the war. There is another right near his groin from when a rather large piece of shrapnel just barely missed his little friend and hit him just to the right, he walks with a very slight limp because of the wound and the rushed surgery. There is another notable scar on the lower left side of his back, received from a bullet retrieval. He has various small non-surgery related scars along his legs, arms, and shoulders from knife cuts and bullet grazings.
He wears mainly a loose white button up shirt, you can no longer tell its original color as it has come to be covered in dust and grime, its once pure white color, is now a cream like color. A pair of dark colored denim pants, the fabric has thinned and the pant leg bases have frayed due to age. Military combat boots, which he never returned after his dishonorary discharge. He wears a rather nice black leather jacket, which too, has evidence of age, this he stole off of some guy sleeping in street passed out drunk. He also wears an assortment of belts both tight and loose, around his person, these aren't really to hold the pants up as they are a rather snug fit, but rather instead objects in which he hangs valuables he finds, and on occasion where he also hangs his drug pouches and needles.
OCCUPATION: Graverobber
DO YOU USE A WEAPON? Y/N: kinda sorta
IF YES, WHAT IS IT?
Closest thing he has to a weapon is his Spade (shovel), not that he has to use it as a weapon often, but it just has a double use.
SO TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF:
Grew up a southern child, North Carolina boy to be exact, born in Charolette, well southern by birth, but city raised. So he doesn't have that thick southern accent, he sounds like you're average city person, though sometimes his southern roots do make light appearances in his speech. He grew up while things were peaceful, however peace was relative. At the time he considered it peace as that is the time he grew up in, others called it a time of economic troubles and decaying international brotherhood. Daniel wouldn't see this until the beginning of that third world war came, the world war that everyone said would never come, after all WW2 was supposed to be the last.
He was still pretty young when it all broke out, still going through puberty, always worrying about his own life, and how he'd get a girlfriend, rather than being realistic and keeping track of how the War twisted and turned and how its tides of bloodshed ebbed and flowed.
When he finally turned 18 after the war had been going on for a few years, he along with the occasional rare few, actually voluntarily enlisted into the military, he was in the Army branch. The war was nasty, times were rough, many Americans were against it and refused to enlist, so the draft had been re-instated.
The war dragged on, Daniel rose through the ranks, and his pay got better. Man he hoped the war never ended if it meant he kept getting his pay, it was a shame he wouldn't see the full collapse of the American economy coming, making his paycheck, and all the money he had saved away to buy himself a nice place back home on a beach, would become practically worth less than shit itself.
He got as far as Sergeant when he was discovered for a nasty little habit had had made for himself. He would go about after a battle, leaving camp and searching dead bodies of enemies for valuables, as often all soldiers kept some kind of valuable memento that could be traded for something nice, and it didn't stop with enemies, he would even loot his own fallen comrads that had been put into body bags. He was spotted one night taking a pocket watch from a fallen US soldier, and he was also discovered with other various pilfered items that were known to have belonged to KIA'd members of his platoon. Items such as a Rolex, a 22 Karot gold necklace, a wedding band, two high school graduation rings, and a high school football championship ring. He was then thrown in the brig, the paperwork was filed, and after a long wait of being transferred from company to company, from brig to brig, he finally stood trial for what he had done, among the several possible unknown counts of the same crime, and was found guilty and was dishonorably discharged from the military.
Since then he lived in the north until things really got ugly and ran to what was considered the safety of the upper Manhattan area, that is where he stayed until the end of the war, and where he has stayed since. Continuing his body looting, and the occasional graverobbing when he stumbles across small graveyards here and there. He takes whatever valuables he finds and trades them mainly for alcohol, as it is the easiest to obtain in an abundance in a single trade. However sometimes he holes away certain items he finds and saves them up for a couple doses worth of Marijuana, Heroine, hell sometimes even Shrooms. However on occasion when he finds really valuable items, he keeps them and hides away his most valuable finds for the occasional dose of Euphoria. He always gets it in the needle form, and carries it with him when he needs it. He's actually not addicted to Euphoria, he uses it only when he feels stressed out, and even then only when the stress is really on to the point that he feels like he HAS to have a release.