I'm very interested. Here's my CS let me know if I need to change anything.

Name: Gene Serrellin

Appearance: 5'10" 172 lbs, brown eyes, brown hair. Scars on left arm from wrist to shoulder from explosion/shrapnel. Four tattoos. One on right side of neck, three triangles overlapping Venn diagram style. One on his heart that says Mercy in a bold font. One on his left bicep for his brother who was killed in war,and one under that for his best friend who was also killed in the same war a year later. Both are a solid red strip the entire way around with their names in black. Very simple and clean. Has hard eyes despite his slight baby face. Shaves regularly. Hair is shaved on the sides and pulled back into a short tie. Usually wears a biometric scanning full body suit with light armor covered by a long set of deep red robes, almost like a duster. The robes are a carbon fiber Kevlar weave, providing armor. Also wears a black helmet with pretty cutting edge scanning tech including a HUD, comms, and life support readings. A large hand cannon sits in the holster on his right hip, and an equally large knife rests in an upside down sheathe on his chest. Carries reserve rounds in pouches on his armor and in robes.

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Personality: Mostly a morally right person, but isn't afraid to bend or break laws for what he views as just and right. Loyal to his friends, if slow to make them. He is a natural leader, but prefers to let others step up so he can still be there if they falter.

Backstory: Served in the war shortly before the end of the world. Saw a lot of shit. Most of it bad. Deaths of people he knew, cared about, and loved. Killed too many who had their own people back home.

Special Talents: Excellent shot with his hand cannon, also decent at hand to hand and knife combat. Can cook (not well, but nobody complains about the taste when they're starving), has adept survival skills, leadership skills. His ability is Blink, a short range teleport. He can take up to two other people with when he Blinks.

Inventory: Just his gun, knife, and a journal he writes in whenever he gets a chance. It is thick and somewhat worn out.

Likes: 70s and 80s music. Chinese food. Dogs. Sleeping the whole night. Dry socks. The smell of lavender.

Dislikes: War. Killing. Losing people. Other things he witnessed. Not knowing the whole picture. Useless people.