Smiles- Apocalypse

Name: Smiles*
Player: Radiation.

Nature: Monster.
Demeanor: Conniver.
Concept: Survivor, Cannibal, displaced sociopath.
Age: Mid 20's.

Attributes: 6/4/3
(characters start with an automatic one dot in each attribute)

[Primary: 6 dots]
Strength: 2
Dexterity: 3
Stamina: 4

Specialty: Stamina: Long distance running.

[Terciary: 3 dots]
Charisma: 2
Manipulation: 3
Appearance: 1

[Secondary: 4 dots, +1 dots from freebies]
Perception: 3
Intelligence: 2
Wits: 3

Abilities: 11/7/4

[Primary: 11 dots, +4 dots from freebies]
Alertness: 3
Athletics: 2
Brawl: 2
Dodge: 1
Empathy:
Expression:
Intimidation: 3
Intuition:
Streetwise: 1
Subterfuge: 1
Diplomacy:
Haggling: 2

[Secondary: 7 dots, +5 dots from freebies]
Animal Ken:
Crafts: 1
Drive:
Etiquette:
Firearms:
Leadership:
Melee: 2
Performance:
Stealth: 2
Survival: 2
Archery:
Blind fighting: 3
Fishing:
Hunting: 2

[Terciary: 4 dots]
Academics: 1
Computer:
Enigmas:
Finance:
Investigation: 1
Law:
Linguistics: 1
Medicine: 1
Occult:
Science:
Electronics:
Engineering:
Psychology:

Willpower: 6 [+3 from freebies]

Backgrounds:
N/A

Merits & Flaws
N/A

Equipment---

Machete [3 pts] Strength+2 Lethal damage.
Knife/Shank [1pts] Str+1 lethal damage.
Reinforced clothing [1pts]

Explanations---

The Reinforced clothing is homemade armor. Anything from leathers to football pads and even tire rubber have been used to cobble together crude but somewhat effective armor. The knife is homemade as well, from a piece of metal sharpened on cement and wrapped partially with material to form a handle. Its a wicked stabbing implement that is kept hidden away and usually used as an eating tool. The machete is old, somewhat rusted and has been resharpened so many times it almost looks fragile. There are at elast five different sets of initials carved into the handle, as it was 'passed' around the prison many times since the inmates took over.

Blind fighting is at level 3 because the Prison was laregely without power and windows in prisons are both tiny and rare. This character is rather comfortable fighting by sound and his ambush style of attack fits well with total darkness.

Haggling and Hunting are both at level 2 because its the only way to survive in the fortress that the prison became without making your own lipstick and turning tricks. These skills will serve him well out in the wasteland as well.

*Smiles: In keeping with having appearance 1, Smiles is named such because of scars on his face cut from his lips all up his jaw. These wounds never healed properly leaving him with a ghastly visage and a mocking name.

History---

Tribal would be a gentle way to describe my upbringing. I was born into a world that had already ended. My childhood home was a prison, or at least that is what it used to be called. I was told that after the world ended the prisoners here were left to starve in their cells. A lot of them did. Some killed themselves rather than waste away. Others did not accept this fate and did what they had to do to survive. They preyed on each other and broke free from their cells. Their imprisoning tomb made an idea fortress once they managed to force all the doors.

Cannibalism became the only way to survive. The weak, the snitches and the sex offenders were roasted alive and consumed so the rest had the strength to break free and rejoin what was left of the outside world. They became raiders, with the prison as their fortress. Eventually others joined with them. For food, for protection, out of desperation or a shared taste for human flesh.

I was born into this world of unbalanced cannibals and you could say I was just the right kind of child for it. I was crafty and strong- taking part in raids before I was even sixteen. This was all I knew and it all came to an end in my early twenties. Fire was sweeping through the darkened prison before we even knew we were under attack. People escaping on the roofs were shot, people trapped in the cell blocks burned alive- I escaped into the cramped sewer system and hid for a week; sustained by the body of a neighbor who succumbed to smoke inhalation.

After this time I emerged and found no signs of life through the prison. We had been raided, looted, slaughtered like animals by some unknown enemy. It could have been anyone- decades of cannibalism never wins anyone too many friends. I scraped together a few meager supplies and struck off into the wasteland. I knew the surrounding area well from raiding, but beyond that I had no idea. I just knew I had to get away from this place- there was no shelter for me anymore. I hiked until I found a highway, then I followed that towards the nearest city to search for... something, anything.