"To survive is nothing, to truly live is everything."
Quiet and analytical he usually observes everything around him before he opens his mouth to say anything. At just 18 years of age he does tend to rebel against authority if he believes an idea to be wrong. He does have a good sense of humor and tends to be sarcastic at times, he's also prone to pulling pranks or attempting to. Tending to be a loner he strays from groups after a short period of time and can never stay too long in a Mir. One of the only hobbies he has is carving wood, which he is quite skilled at.
In the backpack he has slung across his back are various tools used to work with wood and some of the figurines he'd already made. The only weapon he has on him is the large hunting knife tied to his right thigh with a scrap piece of rope he'd managed to find. A few pieces of flint and stray pieces of kindling are lost in the bottom of his bag since he rarely starts fires unless he's desperate for heat.
Zero was born shortly after his mother settled into a Mir. His mother was killed by Koleks during a raid when she got in the way and since then he's been on his own. Living in the Mir with friends for a while in the Mir where he was born he got in trouble often for not following what the leaders told him to do. When he turned 13 he became almost uncontrollable, disappearing for months at a time and coming back with various objects from the deserted cities, pieces of random junk that he was curious about but nobody would tell him what they were. His curiosity led him further and further from the Mir and finally he left altogether, wandering the area aimlessly, teaching himself many of the skills he'd acquired.