Description

Full Name: Satchel Hector Grahm
Age: 69
Gender: Male
Nationality: American (Caucasian)
Occupation Prior To Outbreak: Retiree
Height: 5'10
Weight: 143
Build: Lean, but slender
Eye Color: Light Blue
Hair Color/Style: White/Withering

Personality

Personality: Satchel is mean, grumpy, easily agitated and short fused- The typical angry grandfather. However, he can be somewhat fatherly, and has a soft spot for helping those who can't help themselves, even though he fusses at them the entire time for not being able to do it themselves.

Special Skills: Military Marksmanship, Military CQC, Military tactical plans.

Equipment

Outfit: Satchel's outfit is an old Vietnam BDU, which he wears over normal clothing. Woodland camouflage. The tough fabric cannot be cut or ripped easily. Rugged military combat boots cover his feet.
Weapons-
Melee: Crowbar - Absolutely improvised weapon, kept to pry the jaws off the dead.
Firearm: Ruger 1740 Double Barrel Shotgun (12ga)
Gear: 40 shotgun shells
C-cell flashlight
3 military MREs
A sleeping bag
About five gallons of water
Poncho
Vehicle: Ford Ranger

History

Short Bio: Satchel is a retired Vietnam veteran. He was wounded four times in combat, yet never recieved recognition for it. However, in the war, he was known for his kill count, even amongst his friends. He had clamed 28 lives by his lonesome, his first year. He's a true-pit dog, not afraid to get down and dirty. His wife died four years ago, and his son is...or was at the military blockade...but no he's quite sure of his son's fate. Time has made the old man bitter and ill tempered. When the meeting at the Town Hall was called, Satchel gathered up his gear, and set off for the town hall, arriving after short time. He advidly began to speak of rising up and simply getting together to blast the dead back into the ground where they belong.
Specify One: Local Native