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Description

Name: Sam Chase
Age: 22
Height/Weight: 6'1, 178 lbs
Hair: Brown, in need of trim but relativity short, tousled and spiked.
Eyes: Green
Style: Post-Apocalyptic Business Casual; tailored shit, now well-worn with frayed edges. Trousers, once pressed and neat, now loose fitting and dirty. Jacket is olive tweed, dusted with road grime and dirt. Shoes are a typical work boot/brown leather with steel reinforcement.

Personality

Sam was always intelligent, not MENSA bright but smart enough to win the majority of arguments. He loved to teach and when the world fell to shit, as did he. Sam longs for the past, quite apt for a History teacher. The degradation of civilisation was tough on him. He was once a tenured professor of Military History but now he scavenges for any semblance of the past. He collects pictures of places, people and life before the fall. Sam is distrustful of those with guns and "agendas" as those were the ass holes who destroyed his way of life. He cares little for people now, as he sees them as corpses not knowing they are already dead. The humanism he knows is locked in literature and photos, it's all he cares about. His ethic is directly governed by his will to survive, when well-fed he is pretentious and obdurate in idiom. If uncomfortable, Sam will do whatever is necessary to maintain his existence.

Sam Chase's Story