[b]Name:[/b] Samuel Lake, Nickname: Quench
[b]Age:[/b] 25ish
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Appearance:[/b] Tall blue eyed arian with sun-bleached blond dreads draped over his back and bronzed limbs. His build seem untrained, but clearly used to the harsh desert climates.To fight the heat he wears a battered blouse that would be more fitting on a fat Hawaiian dude, cargo shorts, a large white scarf and to top it off a slightly damaged set of blue shades.
Slung across his back is a grey backpack and a large ceramic tube reminiscent of a rocket launcher, it's held in place with a thick leather belt.
[b]Weapons: [/b]Compound crossbow and a survival knife. The ceramic tube isn't a weapon, it's a large isolated tube meant to transport cold and fresh water.
[b]Abilities: [/b]
[i]Biologist;  [/i]Sam has a wide range of knowledge regarding plant life, agriculture and survival out in the desert. He's made a study of finding species of plant-life capable of thriving in this new hostile world. 
[i]Stonefaced; [/i]Sam is completely unreadable. Regardless of the situation he's in he'll always seem calm and eerily accepting. His every movement is slow and calculated, his voice serene like he's reading from a children's book. While many find it comfortable at first, it tends to get on many peoples nerves.
[b]Current state:[/b] Loner, he travels through the wastelands. He frequently stops at small outposts and every oasis. He's known at some as Quench, a name given to him because he always brings fresh water to share or trade.