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[h1][center][color=007236]Hunter Monroe[/color][/center][/h1]

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Skills:
-Long guns
-Minor hand to hand combat
-A bunch of small random skills (ie. Fun fact skills)
-Basic Hunting skills

Gear:
-A .38 bolt action rifle.
-A twelve gauge shotgun.
-Duffle bag
-Matches
-Pocket knife
-Rope
-Loose ammo

Bio:
Hunter grew up going from school to school as his parents looked for a good place int he economy. Most the time only to move again. After years of this he eventually moved out on his own, forcing him to work most of his waking hours, and still land up back at his parents. After this happened a second time he eventually joined the national guard. Despite being no where near the top of his unit, he was good with that. Getting paid, a place to sleep, and getting food.

A few years after joining the national guard he eventually had his own place and a town to call home. But once the bombs fell he had to choices, join up with his unit, or run like hell and save himself. After riding his truck out of town to get out of the blast zones he eventually was forced to go it on foot, the truck running out of fuel. Armed with what he was able to raid from his own place, and from near by places he attempted to live off the land. All of that more or less failing as his training didn't really prepare him for surviving a nuclear wasteland. So he walks and looking for supplies that may have been left behind, and failing to find anything edible.