[h3]Aaron Logan[/h3]

[color=chocolate][b]Age:[/b][/color] 24
[color=chocolate][b]Appearance:[/b][/color]
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A young man of African descent, Aaron Logan stands just over 180cm in height, and weighs in at roughly 75 kg. Logan is rather lithe and sinewy and he sports an athletic build suited for running and climbing. His once smooth complexion is pockmarked and marred by various scrapes, cuts, and injuries not properly healed. His hair is cut close, and his eyes are a dark, calm brown.
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Over his clothes, but underneath a duster, Logan wears a set of ballistic pads and plates- thick, sturdy plastic plates backed by Kevlar and leather, not uncommon amongst 21st century motorcyclists. These thick pads provide Logan with protection against potentially flesh tearing, sharp edges, along with relative protection against blunt force impacts. While these plates won't protect him much from a giant club of concrete and rebar being swung at him, they do provide him with ample protection against fists, the occasional shiv, and the flailing limbs of feral ghouls while being lightweight enough to more around in without much difficulty. A few parts of his armor has been replaced with metal, either due to damage or because of its usage. He has a pair of goggles wrapped around his neck, as well as a brown shemagh/scarf that serves as an impromptu filter to keep dust and grit away from his face. He also carries a rucksack for his belongings and supplies.  

In regards to armament, has a crude blade without a guard, as well as a variety of smaller blades hidden on his person. His primary armament is a pre-war crossbow he found while scavenging around the outskirts of the old military base.[/hider]     
[color=chocolate][b]Race:[/b][/color] Human

[color=chocolate][b]Personality:[/b][/color]
Direct and to the point, this quiet, serious man is rather blunt. Level headed and calm, Logan has a very analytic attitude and can be very perceptive and intuitive in regards to people. Aloof but confident, Logan acts on a mixture of instinct, and tactical awareness. Unless he has a well established relationship, Logan is typically distrustful of others, and will often show a lack of compassion an disregard for those he doesn't know- though children appear to be an exception to this rule. Possessing a well developed, but jaded sense of morality, Logan is quite gray in regards to ethics. He acts in what he believes are in the best interests of himself and those he cares about- not necessarily caring for what is good or bad.

[color=chocolate][b]Skills/Attributes:[/b][/color]
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[*] [color=chocolate]Tracking/Navigation[/color] - Aaron is an excellent tracker, his keen eyes and senses easily picking out details in the land while following or searching for individuals or creatures. Aaron is also well practiced in traversing most landscapes with little difficulty, running, climbing, swinging, and other such modes of personal transportation come easily to him.
[*] [color=chocolate]Hacking[/color] - Instructed in the methods of hacking computer systems while living at the present war base, given enough time, Aaron can hack his way through and up to some military grade systems. 
[*] [color=chocolate]Survival[/color]  - A key skill that any wastelander picks up in order to live. Aaron knows how to rummage and scavenge like the rest of them, and knows how to properly hunt and safely consume various wasteland wildlife.
[*] [color=chocolate]Melee Combat[/color] - Bladesmanship and Fisticuffs. While Aaron is plenty capable of fending off a feral ghoul, facing down an untrained fighter, or holding his own against a raider, he will have difficulty besting any well practiced duelist or fighter
[*] [color=chocolate]Marksmanship[/color] - Keen eyes and a patient demeanor contribute much to Aaron's marksmanship. A crack shot with a crossbow or a firearm, Aaron can put a fist sized group of crossbow bolts in a target from over  90 yards away, though his most common engagement rage is closer to 30-50 yards, as the speed and potential killing power of arrows and bolts start to degrade at that range. 
[*] [color=chocolate]Guerrilla Tactics[/color] - Not capable of handling large groups of foes through his own combat prowess, Aaron relies on traps, misdirection, tricks, and illusion to throw his enemies into disarray. Often using his terrain to his advantage, Aaron will patiently pick at his foes over periods of time rather than striking at them forcefully in hopes of a decisive victory.  
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[color=chocolate][b]Back-story:[/b][/color] 
Born in the ruins of Winchester, Aaron, like most, had a very tumultuous childhood and like many other children, was lucky to make it through his first year of life. Forced to learn how to scavenge from a young age, near starvation and hardship was routine for Aaron and the group of scavengers he was born into. A sort of clan, made up of a few small families, these scavengers roamed from place to place, avoiding raiders, marauders and slavers, and scrounging the city ruins for valuable food, water, and other resources.  The group’s number fluctuated often- close friends dying or abandoning the group, or newcomers desperate for survival joining in. 

Around the age of 12, Aaron’s group of scavengers came upon an old pre-war military base, inhabited by the descendants of one of the UK’s pre-war military units, calling themselves the Regiment. While originally only interacting with the scavengers to trade for food and other scavenged resources, the pre-war base eventually allowed the scavenger to enter the base and integrated them with the Regiment. Integrating most of the younger scavengers into their ranks, the Regiment took advantage of the scavenger's affinity for sneaking and scampering around in the wastes, teaching them combat skills, and warfare techniques from the stores of manuals and equipment within their base. Much more flexible and adaptable than the strict, by the books tactics utilized by the Regiment regulars, these new scavenger-soldier hybrids became one of the cornerstones of the Regiment, allowing them to quietly observe potential foes and raiders from afar, and allowing them to make precise strikes to defend themselves, as well as being able to safely scavenge and operate away from the base for long periods of time.

Young Aaron, at only 16 years old, was one of the primes of their scavenger-soldier force. Easily picking up and learning the tactics and techniques taught to him by the Regiment's regular military men, Aaron proved to be quite resourceful and capable, smartly picking his fights and always managing to make it back to the settlement with a pack full of supplies. A talented marksman with his pre-war crossbow, as well as a capable survivalist, Aaron, was regularly praised by his instructors, and was often looked up to by younger, aspiring soldier-scavengers.

As the years went on, the Regiment slowly began to run out of its stockpiled supplies. The military base had long since used up the majority of its weapons and ammunition supplies, firearms were reserved only for the top ranking guardsmen of the military base, forcing the rest of the people in the base to use more primitive crossbows and melee weapons. The base had also scavenged almost all of the usable supplies within the immediate area, and its scavengers had to go out farther and into more dangerous territories for longer periods of time to acquire the supplies needed to keep the base running. This, along with numerous attacks from marauders, raiders, and slavers had stretched the people of the Regiment thin. Eventually, short on numbers and supplies, the remaining men and women of the Regiment were forced to abandon their base and flee with their remaining supplies. 

The survivors eventually found their way to Silvershaw, a small town built around the husk of a Haven, an old pre-war shelter. These survivors eventually integrated themselves with the village of Silvershaw, proving once again how their soldier-scavenging skills could be useful. Rebranding themselves as 'Rangers', Aaron and the rest of the survivors from the old Regiment pre-war base often serve as scouts for the town of Silvershaw. 

[color=chocolate][b]Other:[/b][/color] Nada.