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Linus Williams

He/Him
40 years old
Peaceful
95 kg

Personality

Helpful, Jolly, Cautious, Untrusting. When faced with violence from the spore-ridden, he understands what must be done is self-defense and will protect himself. But when faced with violence from other people, he tries to calm the situation down or try to find a way to escape it. Nothing good from inter-violence. People need to unite to survive. That is his Ideal.

Appearance

Sturdy build and structure. With blownback hair and goatee. Slightly overweight and muscled. Fingers scarred and stained with a tattoo of a maple leaf.

Background

Linus grew up in Canada, now known as the northern wastes, in a smaller town in central Canada. The name has long been lost and he himself cannot even remember. But what he does remember is his childhood and the journey south to America. His birth was a lonely one as his father was absent, he had volunteered to go to the vietnam war that had been raging on. Leaving his mother to bear the birth alone and raise him by herself. He grew up being read letters by his mother about how his father was doing and what was happening over yonder. When his father's tour was over, he spent much of his time cooing over his family that he had missed and sharing his stories and prizes from the war. Linus was absorbed into his fathers life and was playing soldier and using sticks like rifles. His mother just happy he finally had a father figure. When he was old enough, Linus took to taking things apart and learning how to put them back together. Such as TVs and radios, of which his father had many spare and leftover from the war and let him play with them while he sat in his fathers office. When he was of age, he used this experience to enter service as a maintenance worker. Keeping old machines working and working on electrical systems on bases. Then, the day came. While Linus had been sent over the border for a Military exchange, news of the daisies and pollen had begun. He didn't realise how serious it was until he heard about the.. living pollen bodies. He had spent his entire lives worth of hope that his family will be okay, but he was sure that his father would keep them from harm. Now, it became how he kept himself from harm. The daisies were becoming much more prominent, beautiful but deadly. He was in the area now known as the northern dead zone. As the base he was in began to fall apart, from soldiers going A.W.O.L and M.I.A, he left during the night on one of the maintenance trucks that were used by the crew. Over the passage of weeks, he started using old HAM radios to listen for updates on where to avoid and which roads were safest to take. Avoiding these daisies and their lethal pollen at all costs. Trading vehicles for new ones as and when needed. Finally, reaching the southern point, he had found the state of providence. He settled into the town of Hope and made his trade doing what he did best. Keeping things working. A very valuable thing in these times. With news of conflict to the south, he made a move to become closer, knowing his skills in gun keeping and weapon maintenance would be top price.


Passive
Fitness
Strength
Agility
Sprinting
Lightfooted
Nimble
Sneaking
Combat
Axe
Long Blunt
Short Blunt
Long Blade
Short Blade
Spear
Maintenance
Firearm
Aiming
Reloading
Crafting
Carpentry
Cooking
Farming
First Aid
Electrical
Metalworking
Mechanics
Tailoring
Wine Making
Brewing
Gunsmith
Cultivation
Survivalist
Fishing
Trapping
Foraging
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Players Online 18 | Staff Online 1 | Game Time 2AM, August 24, 2010
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