Name: Abraham "All Time" Stronghand
Sex: Male
Age: 91
Nationality: Wastelander
Appearance: Stooped to the height of 5"9' with somewhat long grey hair. Usually dressed in baggy game-skinned pants, a light undershirt with a deer(or other game)skin vest, and a leather coat over that. He likes to keep his clothes relatively clean, but the pair of dice sandwiching a bronze cog that he wears around his neck never leave.
Personality: A tired wise old man, his years sometimes catch up to him and he feels more tired than he should. Though he is mostly a calm person he does enjoy a good prank or joke. A generally well liked person, he rarely meets a person that he has a problem with.
Background: Background: When he was young, barely the age of eight, his father took him and moved to Akaria. His father was a scientist at heart, born into the wasteland he did as much as he could, but that land wasn't exactly the most developed. They set off so his father could study the powers of steam and machine. In Akaria their life settled into normalcy. Abraham was entered into a private school where he was taught about machines and science. It wasn't until Abraham turned ten that the school started teaching the students the ways of war. He was taught how to fire everything from a wastelander rifle to chain fed gattling guns. That was where his learning differed from the other students. The Akaria teachers didn't feel it was proper to teach Akaria secrets to a foreigner, which was outrageous to Abraham because they were his father was a well accepted and respected man amongst Akaria(ian) in the field of science, so he was excluded from all lessons pertaining to the best of Akaria technology. In this time Abraham set down to learning all he could about his homeland. Between his schooling and helping his father with his work, Abraham rarely had time to make friends in Akaria. 

In his early thirties, Akaria decided it would like to take part of the Wasteland. The war was waged and Abraham fought on the side of the Akaria, something that he always keeps a secret. It was in these battles that Abraham had his first love. She was a soldier in his company, a sharpshooter to be exact and it was countless times during the war that they saved each others lives. He and She shared a tent, going into battle together and returning as two for months on months. One day he was shot in the leg by a stray bullet, with her help they returned from that battle and he was able to recover. Many months passed until the officers found out about their arrangements, its needless to say the officers were furious. Somehow a Wastelander had made it into one of their best squads without them noticing. They moved Abraham to another squad the next day. In the next battle without Abraham to watch her back, she was killed by a Wastelander bullet. Grief stricken, Abraham confronted the officers, but they payed little attention and cast him from their sight. his old squad mates tried to console him, giving unto him her lucky cog, but his fury was terrifying he had lived in Akaria all his life; never once giving reason to doubt his loyalties, but they still removed him from one of their best squads and that had cost his friend her life. That night Abraham killed the officers in their sleep and fled from the camp. He spent weeks on the run, hunted by Akaria parties and Wastelanders alike. Yet somehow he managed to escape and settle in a small mining town far to the south. 

Years passed and his life settled down, he found himself a wife and time passed as he became a Wastelander at heart. When he was 48, his wife died from a disease (let's just say dysentery) and Abraham set off on the move once more. He began moving from place to place; doing what he could for each area but never settling for very long. He acted as a small time vigilante, dealing justice with his shotty and sword. Many many years passed in this manner until his mining accident when he was 59, this reopened his old war wound making walking hard. When he did recover he was never the same, forced to use a cane. Blah blah blah feelings, blah blah, leg.

((ok Im going to rewrite this pile of crap. A horrible horrible backstory, its not detailed and quite badly written. The ideas are lacking also, but im tired.))
Gear: [hider=Shotty][img=http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OmHFa9elfFk/TVjkmRJH1yI/AAAAAAAAAxE/SlZcdngQkNA/s1600/over-and-under.jpg][/hider] hidden in the folds of his coat. His ornate carved walking stick...*Cough* sword cane?*Cough*
Skills: It might be a magic or just his general personality (no one knows, not even Abraham) but he can calm even the most rabid of animals, and the odd human or two, with just a few soothing words. He's quite good at acting like he is more feeble than he truly is. What he lacks in accuracy he makes up for with a shotgun, though he still has some skill with his sword even despite his years.