Name:Samual Phillips "The Old Man"
Age:57
Gender:Male
Appearance:1.83m tall. Wears a brown long jacket usually open, a woolen hat and a pair of dark blue jeans. Missing his right eye.
Clothing:Wears a brown long jacket usually open, a woolen hat and a pair of dark blue jeans.
Role in Society:Resistance Leader/Plumber in Doggsville.
Current Member of the Resistance:Yes
Skills:Leadership, can use bolt action rifles, hit and run tactics, can use a crossbow.
Equipment:Old-Lee Enfield Rifle, only ten rounds left. Rough hand made machete.
History:Sam was born on the outskirts of the city on a farm that had been in the family since the bombs dropped. His dad told him the stories that his father had about when the bombs dropped and everything changed. Chaos, panic and general mass hysteria. Things had changed, they had to defend themselves. He was raised using the same rifle that his dad had used, however he barely ever got to fire it and a lot of it was just theoretical lessons to conserve ammo. He also got shown how to construct a rudimentary cross bow which they used to hunt and livestock even became a target for target practice. Unlike most he remained well fed largely due to the fact that he grew up on a farm. Over time the farm grew into a small village, however that brought about new threats. By his eighteenth birthday they were performing raids on the outer edges of the city in order to get vital supplies. It was during this time that he learnt how to raid protected locations, this always seemed to work. Until he was twenty one.
On his Twenty First birthday he was out in the edges of the city, planning to find something to give to his current girlfriend and future mother of his child. However when he returned slavers had raided the settlement and there was almost nothing left except the bodies of those who had thought back. It wasn't clear why they had raided the town or where they had taken the slaves however like the stories he had heard he vowed to track down and save her. He ventured into the city, and spent almost a year raiding from one settlement to another all around the outskirts. Though time and time again after coming across dangerous creatures further in he dared not venture further in.
At twenty two he had given up hope, and was leaving the city forever heading out in the hopes of finding another town much like the one he had been raised in and spent his life in. That is when he picked up the radio broadcast from a small hand held radio he had been carrying around. Come to the center of London it had told him, there was food and supplies for all and the possibility for a world like the one that had been left behind. Growing up on stories he hadn't hesitated fighting his way into the center of the city only when confronted by Kings men he of course was taken for indoctrination, stripped of his weapons and then sent to the slums. For a while, he worked. It had to get better, the work was hard but it would be worth it in the end was all he could think about. Which wasn't true. Things got worse as the slums became more and more crowded, people disappeared without explanation and raids were a common sight in the slums. Eventually, he snapped. For no particular event, just the combination of poor treatment and memories of a childhood that compared to this could be called heavenly.
43 by this point the raids were hard, all they could really do was hit a couple of Guards, maybe knock out a power substation before having to return back to the slums blending in with the average person. However time past and he lead the Resistance towards a different goal, scavenging the city. Surely there had to be weapons out there that they could use, the Slavers got their weapons from somewhere and he was determined to find out where. 14 years on he is no closer to overthrowing the Crown, in fact loss has happened again and again. Despite the growing population the King has managed to solidify his hold on the people and isn't letting go anytime soon, Sams plans currently aren't to overthrow the crown but make its job harder so that more and more people join the cause.
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