Name: The only name he'll give you is "Gunter"
Age: Probably about twenty.
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Weapons: 
Primarily, a bow he made himself three years ago when he went camping, accompanied by twenty eight arrows. Next to that, he has four hunting knives and an M1911- "You can't go wrong with it." He has an M1 Garand WWII rifle that his great grandfather used some time before; simply out of ammunition, and if he uses it, he uses it as a staff, which he has proficiency in doing. Two knives in his belt, one in his boot and another slipped up his sleeve.

Equipment: 
Weapons; two boxes of ammunition for his M1911, a small hatchet, a small spade, the spade being that of WWII make and still being in great condition, more or less, two flashlights with a couple batteries in backup, a couple small pans for cooking, a box of baggies, a couple custom self-made first-aid packs inside baggies, a good bit of other medical supplies, and two military grade water bottles. Also has several other clean filters for his gas mask. His clothing consists of a hoodie with the arms torn off, and three-layers-thick wraps around his forearms and lower legs, to provide protection from bites, and just some regular jeans beneath the padding. He has also wrapped his boots in blackened leather, to provide durability and protection. He has ski goggles and a facewrap, and a gas mask.

Brief bio:
Gunter grew up as a sort of redneck. He grew up in the mountains in Northern Georgia, and lived some distance away from the nearest town. Where he lived, it was less about making money, and more about keeping the homestead. As the youngest of six, he grew up learning everything, the hunting his oldest did, the carpentry the second-oldest, the cooking of the third-oldest, the tracking of the fourth, and the learning that the fifth liked doing. He was a strange blend- he showed most proficiency in doing in general. He wasn't always accurate, but he was consistently precise, so while he may not hit the bulls-eye, he'll get close every single time, without fail.

His family had a history of serving in the military during REAL wartime- his grandfather often said that today's wars were "a load of PR bull" for the "benefit of the powerholders." They were generally a family that was looked down on with pity or disgust, depending on the attitude of who was looking down. Of course, the family moved into town when the apoc rolled around, seeking better supplies and an easier life killing things rather than the politics and taxes. Instead, everyone was slaughtered except for "Gunter," who struck out on his own after killing those whom took his bloodmates. Took what he could, and left. Looted most of the town in silence, evading where he could and killing where unavoidable, and then struck out in search for a new clan, a new family, something he felt like he couldn't live without.

Personality Strengths: 
Quiet and reserved
Sensible and reasonable
Honest and dependable

Personality Weaknesses:
Trusts easily and doesn't like losing trust or the person he trusted
Capable of deep grudges or hurt
Really quite sensitive- looks don't hurt, but when he knows someone and likes them, and they say something that isn't exactly flattering, it's likely to hurt him.
Rather literal- never took an english class, though one might not know it by his voice, but he has trouble with literary devices such as sarcasm. Try Drax from Guardians of the Galaxy. Similar to that