Name: Samuel Carson

Age: 32

Appearance; Sam is a bit of a lanky fellow with messy green-ish hair, a small beard, and a way of moving that makes him seem more like a snake than an actual person. His murky green trench coat and beanie likens him to that of a hobo, but he just wants people to think that he's not a threat. The most prominent piece of clothing he has, however, is his pet ferret.

Equipment: Knive, knives, and more knives. So many knives are stuffed in to that trench coat that it's a wonder that he doesn't even have a paper cut when wearing them. He can duel wield flintlock pistols but those are more for show.

Bio: Sam always knew that the big businesses would screw things up for everyone, he just didn't know how. He had stocked up on food and supplies weeks in advance after setting up camp in brooklyn, and was surprised to find that he'd been trapped in some kind of sick CEO's idea of a pleasant afternoon of TV. Rest assured, somebody's dying over this.

I'm also adding a sheet for his ferret.