Background

Not much is known of Amos' early days. He was a street urchin out in the streets of Baltimore. How he ended up on his own, orphaned or just ran away from home he never says. When he was 8 a local gang in the area noticed that food was missing and the same kid seemed to be spotted around their hideouts regularly. One day he was caught in the act. The Lieutenant who caught him say potential in him. Parsons tried to train Amos to steal to pedal their illicit goods. But none of it worked. What he was good at was beating people up and... fixing their clothes... yes this boy that was quickly becoming a man mountain had the tender gentle hands of a tailor. Parsons gave up on making him a henchman and passed him to his wife Elise who taught him her tricks, makeshift medical and most importantly tailoring. She herself was a dressmaker as a front for the gangs activities trained Amos for years. By the time he was 18 he was adept at punching someone so hard he could break their face, and skilled enough to stitch their face back up with a almost perfect stitch. A quiet guy with intense eyes he would protect his Elise like he would his own mother and kept the gang in the finest clothes in the same day. But he never got close, never opened up to any of them. He would grunt and smile amiably even while beating the crap out of someone that he tried to get in the way. Amos turned 20 as the world coughed. He didn't celebrate it. He didn't fear it. Almost like he knew it was coming or that he had been preparing for it. He had just enough of knowledge of the wilderness from his times when Elise had sent him out of her sight for some reason or another. He would go out walking from Baltimore. It wasn't crazy wilderness but it was the isolation he had enjoyed. When things had reached a point he packed a bag of some supplies, a spare pair of boots, a bottle of tequila he had always wanted to try and off he went. This is what he did for the coming decade. Walking along, camping where it was safe. Scouting settlements and getting stories, doing odd jobs fixing and stitching, whether it be body or garment. Getting some more information and just moving on without a goodbye or thought. As the pollen started getting worse and the dead zones spreading his walking brought him into Knox, where his journey start again. Whether it will just be a chapter of his walk or be his end of the line is still to be seen.