Chuck Mitchell

Wise-Man Survivor of the Wasteland

Description

Name: Chuck Mitchell
Nickname: Ol' Chuck (don't call him that to his face, though)
Apparent Age: Somewhere in his 60's, mid-to-late.
Sex: Male
Appearance: He has red hair, except most of it now is on his chin and upper lip instead of the top of his head. He is fairly tall, but his age has permanently hunched his back forwards a little, so walking normally is somewhat hard for him. He is skinny and very tan from being outside all day, and he needs to wear glasses to see long distances. His face is wrinkled, partly from age and partly from the permanent sunburns he has from constantly being outdoors.
Height: 6'4" normally, although hunched over he is 6'1"
Weight: 180 pounds
Specialty: Marksmanship, General Survivability, Craftsmanship.
Other Features: A constant limp in his right leg along with his hunch from taking a bullet in WW3.

Personality

Personality: Chuck has an extremely short temper with everyone and anyone. If he has an opinion, odds are you are going to hear it. He grew up working hard, physical labor with his father and has no patience for laziness. He is very old-fashioned and believes in chivalry and doesn't like to accept new technologies. He doesn't like to make jokes or play around except for his rare, very dry humor. He looks at everything realistically but that wouldn't stop him from going on a near-suicide mission for the betterment of people he cares about. It takes a while to earn his trust and respect, but if you ever do, it's an accomplishment to talk about.
Unique Traits: Is old-fashioned, will die for someone he respects or cares about, is extremely adapt at making things out of raw materials.
Likes: Hunting, working, making things.
Dislikes: Laziness, technology, play.
Theme Song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cDm_ZHyYTrg
Crush: Too old to care about crushes.

Equipment

Hunting Weapons: M1903 Springfield bolt-action rifle (still in amazing condition from WW2 where a member of his family used it, then passed it down), a Colt M1911 pistol (same family member), and a large hunting knife (stabbing, skinning, crafting).
Gear: An old red and white baseball hat, plain white T-shirt, pair of jeans, belt for carrying pistol and knife, a sling over his shoulder for carrying his Springfield, and a pair of boots.
Vehicle: None
Other Items: Ammo, sharpening stone, backpack, clean food and water, gas mask, a lantern, and his Black Labrador, Rusty.

History

Chuck signed up for the army and went into WW3 when he was young, going into service for the United States for a while before being forced to retire due to getting shot in his right thigh in a skirmish. He then went back to his Oklahoma home and made a living being a working man, doing more physical labor than most people those days. When the bombs were launched Chuck did not flee to a UVB, but instead just holed up in the cellar of his home with his dog Rusty. During the bombing his house collapsed on top of the cellar, but luckily he survived down there with only a few scrapes and bruises. After a few days he managed to dig through the wreckage and emerge onto the surface, met with a devastating display. The radiation then was still extremely bad, and Chuck quickly got sick. For days he could do nothing but sit amongst the wreckage of his home with his dog and pray he doesn't die. He did recover, but the radiation permanently changed him. Now, instead of aging normally, he ages much, much slower than most humans. That was what enabled him to survive for so long after the bombs dropped. He manages to live more easily than others, however, because of his work ethic, and being a more 'out-doorsey' than most people of his time. Now he roams the land, alone for the most part except for his trusty pet, making temporary shelters and moving on after a couple of days.

So begins...

Chuck Mitchell's Story

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