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Name: Abram Martin

Age: 237

Gender: Male

Race: Ghoul

Appearance: Abram has the rotting, carcass-colored flesh trademark of ghouls, though his time spent in the wilderness means more vegetative growth graces his body. His scalp is graced by enough hair to be somewhat presentable, and his eyes burn with a bright, fiery red glow. He wears his old US Army olive fatigues, though covered in grime and dirt, with black hiking boots, and an old US Air Force bomber pilot jacket from before the Great War. He also has a small wooden cross around his neck, tied with rope. For armaments he carries a scoped .308 bolt-action hunting rifle, an N99 10mm service pistol, a hunting knife, and a small switchblade hidden in his boot. He holds his gear and supplies in an olive green military backpack.

Affiliation: Solo, for now.

Backstory: Born in rural Washington State in 2054, Abram was raised catholic by his father and older brother John, with his mother having died after giving birth to him. His upbringing instilled in him a sense of faith, in both God and Humanity, and the patriotism rampant in pre-war America. Living in the rural woods, several miles from the nearest small town, his father and brother would often take Abram hunting with the family rifle, a tradition Abram upholds to this day. This is where he obtained his honed marksmanship skills that would come to serve him well in the future. By the age of 18, in 2071, Abram's American fervor and faith led to both him and his older brother enlisting with the American Armed Forces, with his brother serving in the Air Force, and himself serving in the Army. They both fought in the Liberation of Anchorage, with Abram winning a Silver Star for exceptional bravery. Abram's brother John was less lucky, being shot down in the return from a bombing run. Upon the end of Abram's tour of duty, John's jacket was given to him in memorium, which he wears to this day. After serving in the war against China, Abram returned to Washington, living in the home of his father, who had retired and moved away. This led to Abram's life as a wilderness man and near-hermit status, only making trips to town to purchase supplies, and sell off meat and furs. Perhaps it was this life that blessed him when the bombs fell, as he was far enough away to survive being obliterated, instead becoming a ghoul, doomed to liver forever. This is when he took to the wandering he does now, moving across the wastes with the game he hunts, trading and working in towns for goods and rest, before moving on to he next area.
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