Physical:blond haired, blue eyes, smirking smile, normal body building a little to the thin side, tall, dressed like an old fashioned businessman who is going home from work.
Personality:is kinda weird in a social way due to lack of social companionship, very clever, has a thing for rocks and geology and weapons, is very loyal when he finally comes to trust one and has very dark sense of humour with no filter.
Equipment and abilities: has a small bag for the the most necessary, food scraps, water, an old comic book and the most important thing a tiny bag for his most precious rocks. Carries preferably a winston rifle, but has a habit of shifting it to loaded guns when he comes across them. Is a very good cook and an even better shot.
Historical background: was born in Russia but moved to New York for education, became employed as an security assistant for an archaeologist, and discovered through his boss the great world of rocks, was deep up in the mountains of Alaska with his boss when war broke out and didn't knew of the apocalypse before the final year of the war in which he lost his boss and then dear friend to a sniper with a winston rifle.