Character Sheet. 

Name: Twix
Age: 20
Gender: Male 
Sexuality: Straight

Appearance: Short and skinny, say 5'6 tall. Sandy brown hair kept short via regular hacking with his hunting knife, not that he's ever going to have his hat off long enough for you to get a good look anyway. well tanned skin where regularly exposed to the sun. Doesn't like having skin uncovered or being the centre of attention, he wears the equipment listed in the 'Gears' section. 

(I will add a picture but the drivers for my drawy thing are on my laptop which is slow as hell and I don't have the willpower to wait 30+ minutes to load it up right now :P )

Mutation:

Stronger Muscles and so faster and stronger than looks would suggest, in return for that he has a Higher metabolism and such requires a higher calorie intake.

Weapon(s): (Start with a handgun and small melee weapon, you'll work your way up as the role-play progresses). 

Browning Hi Power: 13 round magazine. 9mm.
Short Hunting knife.

Gear: (The usual, try not to overload, you'll find enough on your travels). 

Well-maintained jet black gas mask.
Dull-Green Jacket-Coat
3 or 4 T-shirts Cardigans worn at same time under jacket, The top most shirt proudly displays a faded Twix logo.
thermal trouser layer underneath black salopettes
thick socks and a pair of well-used boots
Used flint and steel
2 improvised smoke grenades (In drink cans)
cotton bobble hat
Water container/canteen

Faction: (Leave blank for now) 

Currency: (Small amount of USD) $50
(How much is appropriate?)

Short History: 
Twix was born somewhere, that much he was relatively sure of, where that place may be however... well that's anybodys guess.

Twix was found by a group of travellers wandering the road, It's good luck to have been found by such a caring group, those are rare these days. needless to say that most groups would not have reacted well to a starved looking child wearing nothing more than rags trying to sneak off with their supplies. After many months, many stressful months for the travellers, Twix was finally re acclimatized to the high pinnacles of modern society and his behaviour could pretty much be described as 'normal' or what passes for normal in these cursed times anyhow.

Now I know what you are thinking, 'well that's all well and good... but why's he called Twix?' now as you remember, our Twix had been attempting to run off with this group of travellers supplies, When he was captured red handed carrying a small box of supplies away, the first thing they asked of course is... 'What's your name boy?!' and when the boy in question stood there and made no response what were they to do? Well it just so happened that the box clasped so firmly in the boys hands provided the answer, faded and scratched the word Twix stood out, and thus Twix found his name.

He's no longer travelling with that group, he separated from them years ago when they decided to settle down, it was a hard decision to leave them, but he just wasn't ready to stop. He hasn't been in a permanent group since, he travels and he survives and that is all there is to it. perhaps some day he will find a bigger calling, a better reason? surviving will do until that day.