[hider=Kavan Berthou][center][h1][color=DodgerBlue]KAVAN BERTHOU[/color][/h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/H0vRWf5.png[/img]

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[color=DodgerBlue][b]"This is a harsh world, and I am old for a reason."[/b][/color][/center][color=Gray][sub][ ❇ ]  S Y N O P S I S[/sub][/color][hr][indent]
[color=DodgerBlue][sub][b]Name[/b][/sub][/color][indent][color=gray]Kavan Berthou[/color][/indent]
[color=DodgerBlue][sub][b]Gender[/b][/sub][/color][indent][color=gray]Male[/color][/indent]
[color=DodgerBlue][sub][b]Age[/b][/sub][/color][indent][color=gray]65[/color][/indent][/indent]
[color=Gray][sub][ ❇ ]  C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N[/sub][/color][hr][indent]
[color=DodgerBlue][sub][b]Appearance[/b][/sub][/color][indent][color=gray]As a young man his hair was a rich, honey blonde and his eyes were a pale blue, flecked with green. Today, his eyes are still the same, but his hair has long since gone white. His whole body is a patchwork of little scars and blemishes, the kind of thing one gets from a hard life in the wilds of this shattered world.

Despite advancing age and a tough life, he is still a powerfully built fellow standing roughly 180 cm tall and about 80 kilos of muscle, though admittedly he’s found himself softening about the middle more and more as the years pass. Over his heart he has tattooed a [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/67/34/83/673483fd288e7bfbc3df4bb2636a032e.jpg]Cross of Lorraine[/url], underneath which there are fifteen marks, one for each member of his small village.

Clothing-wise, he wears whatever he can make or scavenge from the world around him. His boots and pants are [I]Kaiserreich[/I], his undershirt, gear harness and pouches are [I]Confederacy[/I] and his gloves and cap are [I]Hessen[/I]. To this he also carries a large hand made pack made of deer hide and wears a wolf-skin cloak.[/color][/indent]
[color=DodgerBlue][sub][b]Personality[/b][/sub][/color][indent][color=gray]Vigilant ⟶ Patient ⟶ Sardonic ⟶ Reverent ⟶ Affable[/color][/indent]
[color=DodgerBlue][sub][b]Biography[/b][/sub][/color][indent][color=gray]What his families life was like before the Last War has been lost to time; all he ever knew was a tough but relatively good life in his isolated little village. During the War the area was strategically unimportant so the worst of the fighting passed them by; and once things really started to fall apart, the worst of that missed them as well.

Growing up, and being as large as he was, Kavan split wood and worked the fields from a fairly young age, and from about 16 onwards he also hunted, took part in defending the village as needed, and on occasion trekking out to trade with other settlements. All-in-all it was a remarkably good life for such a broken world, but rarely do such things last. He was just entering his twentieth year, newly married and with a child on the way when his own world broke. Returning home after being away for several days on a hunting/trading trip he saw a disturbing amount of smoke in the sky over his home. Abandoning everything but his weapon he rushed back to find he was days too late.

From what he was able to piece together from the damage done and the bodies strewn about, his home had been savaged by a prefect storm of bad chance. Some of the dead had the look of slavers, a constant worry that their remoteness usually protected them from, and the others were ghouls, on of the Wars many left over horrors. Kavan guessed the slavers surprised his village, and was in the process of rounding everyone up when a pack of ghouls must have shambled close enough to be drawn by the sounds. The slavers took several casualties, but they were well armed and the ghouls were only a small pack and not a Horde, and so were wiped out. While he had been gladdened to not find any of his people savaged by the ghouls, the fact that they weren’t there meant enough slavers had survived to maintain control of their captives.

For a time he set out in search to find his friends and family, his love and his child, but in the end nothing came of it. After a time he came to accept their probably deaths, and though he kept the memories close, he moved on. That said, after such destruction he never felt at ‘home’ anywhere and so has spent his life carefully making his way between the various holdouts of humanity.[/color][/indent][/indent]
[color=Gray][sub][ ❇ ]  M I S C E L L A N E O U S[/sub][/color][hr][indent]
[color=DodgerBlue][sub][b]Gear[/b][/sub][/color][indent][color=gray][list]
[*] [url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vz._24#G24(t)]G24(t)[/url] --- [Loaded] [i]5 Rounds[/i] [Spare Clip] (x2) [i]5 Rounds Per[/i] [Ammunition Pouch] [i]20 Rounds Loose[/i]
[*] [url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pistolet_automatique_mod%C3%A8le_1935A]Mle. 1935A[/url] --- [Loaded] [i]7 Rounds[/i] [Spare Magazine] (x1) [i]7 Rounds [/i] [Ammunition Pouch] [i]21 Rounds Loose[/i]
[*] [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/25/02/ea/2502ea876dacfe46ec16a1b737c45e06.jpg]Hatchet[/url]
[*] [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/76/87/65/76876578fd3c630fd5ebb2fa0b9ab6ee.jpg]Knife[/url]
[*] Small Toolkit --- [i]Adjustable Wrench, locking pliers, Screwdriver[/i][/list][/color][/indent]
[color=DodgerBlue][sub][b]Skills[/b][/sub][/color][indent][color=gray][list]
[*] Sharpshooter
[*] Tracker
[*] Survivalist
[*] Salvager
[*] Multilingual --- [i]Naturally he is fully fluent in French, and understands more German than he can speak. He also has a smattering of English.[/i]
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[color=DodgerBlue][sub][b]Other[/b][/sub][/color][indent][color=gray]Dialogue Color: DodgerBlue[/color][/indent][/indent][/hider]