NAME: Stephen Carpenter
AGE: 21
APPEARANCE:
After everything hit the fan, my hair turned Jet black, and I haven't been bothered to do anything with it for a few years, I usually wear a black denim jacket over a t-shirt of some band I used to listen to before everything got fucked up, bluejeans and steel toe construction boots. I've got a couple of knives concealed in varous placed on my body, ranging anywhere from a tiny throwing dagger to my combat knives.
OCCUPATION: Unemployed officially, works different jobs for the right price, usually if he can't take the item by force
DO YOU USE A WEAPON? Y/N: Yes
IF YES, WHAT IS IT? an assortment of different knives, tools, or anything remotely sharp or heavy I can get my hands on
SO TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF: When the war hit, everything changed, I went from barely scraping a living with my mother, my father nowhere in sight. to being an orphan at age 16. After watching them cut up everyone I know one by one, I just stopped caring, about everything, every one. I've been on every drug known to man, Angel Dust, X, Smack, Flatliners, Blow, Beast...you name it I've smoked snorted or shot it.
What do I do, shit, whatever the fuck I want to. Need something delivered gimmie some blow, someone dead, Angel Dust, and maybe a gun 'n some bullets. Other than that, Drugs and somthin' for the munchies. everything else I need, I take.