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Willis Erikson
Age
65
Place of Residence
245 Elm St
Personality Traits
Grumpy- Willis isn't antisocial, just quick to frustration in his old age, which makes him short with people sometimes. It most frequently happens when he's working with someone and he has to explain more than he likes about the work and how to do it. He's otherwise a good-natured sort. He's quick to apologize for being short with people, but only once the job is done, because priorities. Lately the unending stress of living the way they do, under frequent/constant threat is making him... Not jumpy, but more irritable in response to being, frankly, scared. This results in him being passive aggressive with some, not unlike how he was before with his son...
Handy- Willis is a retired carpenter, and as such knows his way around many tools and materials. He has a handful personal tools, carried on a tool belt, and can instruct people in the use of others. He's also been helpful in the interest of "recycling" materials; some of their construction endeavors forced them to deconstruct portions of existing structures for want of materials, but he helped make sure the deconstructions were efficient as possible, cutting down on materials rendered unusable.
Handy- Willis is a retired carpenter, and as such knows his way around many tools and materials. He has a handful personal tools, carried on a tool belt, and can instruct people in the use of others. He's also been helpful in the interest of "recycling" materials; some of their construction endeavors forced them to deconstruct portions of existing structures for want of materials, but he helped make sure the deconstructions were efficient as possible, cutting down on materials rendered unusable.
Background
Willis didn't lead what one would call an exciting life; born and raised in Hvass, just like his father, and his father's father, and his father before him. They have a long history with the town, and Willis was proud of that! Even his career in carpentry was an heirloom of this proud lineage.
Than his own son broke tradition, entirely, leaving Hvass to pursue college and be a doctor. He was always sore about this subject, when his son would visit, "Who says a good job means leaving your home and family behind?" Yes, they fought often, and Willis never did admit part of his hurt feelings on the matter was their home, itself: The Erikson House had always been a multigenerational home, with it's own history almost as storied as the town itself, so as he saw it, now here stands a perfectly good tree, abandoned by it's own fruit...
They'd fought particularly harshly at his wife's funeral service, and his son was concerned for his care. Willis thought, at first, this meant him coming back home, with the family he'd made for himself, and reclaiming his mantle as heir to the Erikson House. He was very bitter when he found out a paid stranger in his house was more what he had in mind.
It wasn't anything as bad as severing ties, but his dissatisfaction with the whole affair was now the first and last thing to come up whenever they spoke. "Hello, son. Yeah, I'm still alive, wouldn't need a phone to check on me if you came home, you know." "Good hearing from you, son. It'd be better to hear that you'll let me fire this condescending women that won't let me go to the bathroom without an escort and doesn't even know how to hang a picture frame!"
He kept this up for 5 years.
Then The Great Fog came. The caregiver's pink slip wound up being a couple broken kitchen knives and a claw hammer to the head, as she tried to tear his throat out with her teeth! Not exactly being the "Board up the windows and run for the bomb-shelter-in-the-basement" sort, after that incident he waited until he thought it was safe to venture outside (He could hear that he wasn't the only one having problems, that day). He tried to head for the church, but somehow wound up at city hall instead. He made a point of being useful in the aftermath, too old to be heavily involved in the fighting (He had a lot of fun with propane torches and aerosol products, though, when they figured out the fire thing), but his skill set contributed a lot to the walls that were soon constructed, to keep what they could of the town, and keep it safe!
Than his own son broke tradition, entirely, leaving Hvass to pursue college and be a doctor. He was always sore about this subject, when his son would visit, "Who says a good job means leaving your home and family behind?" Yes, they fought often, and Willis never did admit part of his hurt feelings on the matter was their home, itself: The Erikson House had always been a multigenerational home, with it's own history almost as storied as the town itself, so as he saw it, now here stands a perfectly good tree, abandoned by it's own fruit...
They'd fought particularly harshly at his wife's funeral service, and his son was concerned for his care. Willis thought, at first, this meant him coming back home, with the family he'd made for himself, and reclaiming his mantle as heir to the Erikson House. He was very bitter when he found out a paid stranger in his house was more what he had in mind.
It wasn't anything as bad as severing ties, but his dissatisfaction with the whole affair was now the first and last thing to come up whenever they spoke. "Hello, son. Yeah, I'm still alive, wouldn't need a phone to check on me if you came home, you know." "Good hearing from you, son. It'd be better to hear that you'll let me fire this condescending women that won't let me go to the bathroom without an escort and doesn't even know how to hang a picture frame!"
He kept this up for 5 years.
Then The Great Fog came. The caregiver's pink slip wound up being a couple broken kitchen knives and a claw hammer to the head, as she tried to tear his throat out with her teeth! Not exactly being the "Board up the windows and run for the bomb-shelter-in-the-basement" sort, after that incident he waited until he thought it was safe to venture outside (He could hear that he wasn't the only one having problems, that day). He tried to head for the church, but somehow wound up at city hall instead. He made a point of being useful in the aftermath, too old to be heavily involved in the fighting (He had a lot of fun with propane torches and aerosol products, though, when they figured out the fire thing), but his skill set contributed a lot to the walls that were soon constructed, to keep what they could of the town, and keep it safe!
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Amber Hope Westbrook
Age
23
Place of Residence
17 Thurston St.
Personality Traits
Quiet - Amber very much does not like being the center of attention. Rather, she prefers being on the periphery of things; she is an intensely introverted individual. Being put on the spot makes her break out in a cold sweat. She always tries to tuck herself away in the corner, making herself look as small as possible to avoid calling attention to herself. This is not difficult, given that she is only 4' 6" tall.
Repressed - So...Amber doesn't like showing her negativity. Not at all. So instead of showing it—instead of letting that frustration out—she puts it in a little bottle and tucks it away on a shelf in her brain, instead doing her best to project an aura of constant calm happiness and courtesy. But, inevitably, no shelf can hold all of the bottles. Eventually, when she's put up with about as much as she can stand, something in her breaks, and the bottles crash to the ground and shatter. She snaps. But it doesn't come out in a single outburst of emotion; rather, it's a controlled release that takes the form of annoyance, sarcasm, and biting insults. This has happened increasingly often as of late; her control has been shaken by the onset of the Fog. These days, she's almost more angry than she is calm.
Unattached - Amber has never been a notable individual in Hvass. This is partially by design; after all, I've discussed how little she likes being the center of attention, and how much she prefers to sink into the background. But in addition, she's just...not very good at expressing attachment, whether it be to people, or things, or places. Despite living in Hvass for almost a year now, she can count on one hand the amount of people in town that she actually knows the name of.
Inferiority - Due in large part to the bullying that was a fundamental part of her life for years and also due to her diminutive stature, Amber has a pretty bad inferiority complex that she masks with either constant and assiduous positivity or her typical dry, sardonic insults. She reacts with not insignificant anger if people harp on her being short for any length of time. When she's not lashing out at someone for it, though, her complex simply sits there in the background, absolutely assassinating her self-worth and self-esteem.
Repressed - So...Amber doesn't like showing her negativity. Not at all. So instead of showing it—instead of letting that frustration out—she puts it in a little bottle and tucks it away on a shelf in her brain, instead doing her best to project an aura of constant calm happiness and courtesy. But, inevitably, no shelf can hold all of the bottles. Eventually, when she's put up with about as much as she can stand, something in her breaks, and the bottles crash to the ground and shatter. She snaps. But it doesn't come out in a single outburst of emotion; rather, it's a controlled release that takes the form of annoyance, sarcasm, and biting insults. This has happened increasingly often as of late; her control has been shaken by the onset of the Fog. These days, she's almost more angry than she is calm.
Unattached - Amber has never been a notable individual in Hvass. This is partially by design; after all, I've discussed how little she likes being the center of attention, and how much she prefers to sink into the background. But in addition, she's just...not very good at expressing attachment, whether it be to people, or things, or places. Despite living in Hvass for almost a year now, she can count on one hand the amount of people in town that she actually knows the name of.
Inferiority - Due in large part to the bullying that was a fundamental part of her life for years and also due to her diminutive stature, Amber has a pretty bad inferiority complex that she masks with either constant and assiduous positivity or her typical dry, sardonic insults. She reacts with not insignificant anger if people harp on her being short for any length of time. When she's not lashing out at someone for it, though, her complex simply sits there in the background, absolutely assassinating her self-worth and self-esteem.
Background
Amber's life has been very polarized for a very long time.
At home, she was sheltered. The only child of two college professors in New York City, she was coddled and babied by her family. Not just her parents Geoffrey and Eileen, but her grandparents, her aunts, her uncles...her entire family treated her like a princess. Even as she aged. She could do no wrong to them, as scathing as she was. They secured her easy admission to Columbia U, and of course she took it, but she felt so...so controlled. No matter what she did, they treated her like royalty. And paradoxically, she felt powerless.
At school? At school, she was treated like a punching bag. A quiet girl since the day she was born, her bizarre silence had people mocking her even in elementary school. But the bullying really kicked up a notch once she hit middle school. When all of her peers hit their growth spurts. When she waited and waited, but hers never came. High school was even worse. Quiet, introverted, academic, and of course tiny, she was bullied absolutely mercilessly. Even in college, she was absolutely slaughtered. No matter what she did, they treated her like garbage. The few friends she had were hesitant to ever grow closer to her, in fear that they might draw the ire of her tormentors themselves. She was, by and large, alone.
Amber was babied and bullied, and nothing in between. And she hated all of it.
She hated her family for treating her like a child for her entire life, she was an adult she wanted to be treated like one goddamnit. She hated her peers for making her school life hell. She hated her friends for never bothering to stand up for her, for selling her up the river and cutting their losses whenever she needed them most. She hated this goddamn city. She hated everybody she knew. So the first chance she got, she took her biology major and left. She cut off everyone from her old life, sold all her possessions, bought a shitty sedan, and fled to the Midwest. She drove like a woman possessed until she found a town that felt as off-the-map as she could, a little place called Hvass. She started renting a place, got a job as a waitress to pad out what she had left. To do her best to make a new start. And in a town where nobody knew her, she finally, finally felt like she could breathe. Chronically-introverted even still, she stayed inside most of the time, keeping her distance from everybody else in fear of what might happen. And it was good that she stayed inside, wasn't it?
Because then came the Fog.
At home, she was sheltered. The only child of two college professors in New York City, she was coddled and babied by her family. Not just her parents Geoffrey and Eileen, but her grandparents, her aunts, her uncles...her entire family treated her like a princess. Even as she aged. She could do no wrong to them, as scathing as she was. They secured her easy admission to Columbia U, and of course she took it, but she felt so...so controlled. No matter what she did, they treated her like royalty. And paradoxically, she felt powerless.
At school? At school, she was treated like a punching bag. A quiet girl since the day she was born, her bizarre silence had people mocking her even in elementary school. But the bullying really kicked up a notch once she hit middle school. When all of her peers hit their growth spurts. When she waited and waited, but hers never came. High school was even worse. Quiet, introverted, academic, and of course tiny, she was bullied absolutely mercilessly. Even in college, she was absolutely slaughtered. No matter what she did, they treated her like garbage. The few friends she had were hesitant to ever grow closer to her, in fear that they might draw the ire of her tormentors themselves. She was, by and large, alone.
Amber was babied and bullied, and nothing in between. And she hated all of it.
She hated her family for treating her like a child for her entire life, she was an adult she wanted to be treated like one goddamnit. She hated her peers for making her school life hell. She hated her friends for never bothering to stand up for her, for selling her up the river and cutting their losses whenever she needed them most. She hated this goddamn city. She hated everybody she knew. So the first chance she got, she took her biology major and left. She cut off everyone from her old life, sold all her possessions, bought a shitty sedan, and fled to the Midwest. She drove like a woman possessed until she found a town that felt as off-the-map as she could, a little place called Hvass. She started renting a place, got a job as a waitress to pad out what she had left. To do her best to make a new start. And in a town where nobody knew her, she finally, finally felt like she could breathe. Chronically-introverted even still, she stayed inside most of the time, keeping her distance from everybody else in fear of what might happen. And it was good that she stayed inside, wasn't it?
Because then came the Fog.
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She is the champion of cardigans. Her favorite colors are pink, white, orange and red, in that order. She has a pair of vintage USAAF goggles that her grandfather wore in World War II. She usually hangs them around her neck, but they're there if she needs them on her eyes.
Tally Dor Head in the clouds, but my gravity is centered.
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Steven Lawhorn
Age
48
Place of Residence
27 Derby street
Personality Traits
reclusive- Due to most people disliking drunk people and that alcohol smell that most can't stand. Steven has learned that whenever possible he prefers to be alone. If he is forced into a group situation he will usually not be the one to speak up in a group or to offer suggestions unless he is put on the spot.
Dislikes people- This stems from the years of childhood abuse and how in his experiences in Hvass alcoholics tend to just use other alcoholics. It will take awhile for him to warm up to almost anyone. Feels most people just want something.
Critical- Due to Steven being alone for most of his life, he has developed a critical mindset and If he is not the one doing something chances are he will feel its not done properly. It is a self coping trait that is abrasive and tends to push people away as Steven goes for his version of perfection to try and impress people.
Strong friend- Once you can get past his walls, he will be with you through thick or thin. Very few people have ever gotten to this stage in Steven's life. The one that comes to mind the quickest would be the minister that gave William a place to live and seemed to genuinely care about him. Despite his failures and shortcomings as the groundkeeper of the church, he was often disappointed in himself for failing to do better.
Knows he needs to do better socially- He considers himself a work in progress. He does not want to be like his father and claims he's there because he is not abusive. Often struggles with guilt at being unable to put the bottle down, but it is one of the few places he finds comfort in. At the bottom of the bottle. It's gotten worse due to the fog and its monsters.
Dislikes people- This stems from the years of childhood abuse and how in his experiences in Hvass alcoholics tend to just use other alcoholics. It will take awhile for him to warm up to almost anyone. Feels most people just want something.
Critical- Due to Steven being alone for most of his life, he has developed a critical mindset and If he is not the one doing something chances are he will feel its not done properly. It is a self coping trait that is abrasive and tends to push people away as Steven goes for his version of perfection to try and impress people.
Strong friend- Once you can get past his walls, he will be with you through thick or thin. Very few people have ever gotten to this stage in Steven's life. The one that comes to mind the quickest would be the minister that gave William a place to live and seemed to genuinely care about him. Despite his failures and shortcomings as the groundkeeper of the church, he was often disappointed in himself for failing to do better.
Knows he needs to do better socially- He considers himself a work in progress. He does not want to be like his father and claims he's there because he is not abusive. Often struggles with guilt at being unable to put the bottle down, but it is one of the few places he finds comfort in. At the bottom of the bottle. It's gotten worse due to the fog and its monsters.
Background
Steven lawhorn is a native of Hvass. He never knew his mother because she died giving birth to him and he was left with his alcoholic father Benjamin who was often prone to fits of rage. Whether it was due to sadness at his wife dying or struggling financially, once Steven hit 18 he left his home and drifted from place to place within Hvass doing odd jobs until he happened upon the goodwill of the minister of the Lutheran church who put him up in a small trailer on Derby street as long as he promised to keep up the grounds of his church.
It is actually for this reason that Steven survived the fog. Instead of being outside passed out drunk in his yard, he was within the maintenance shed at the church hiding with the bay door shudder down passed out on a lawnmower drunk. Steven knows he needs to do better and be a better person but old habits die hard and years of abuse and drinking have left him distrusting of most people. He is something of a handyman though as he had to find a way to supply his addiction.
Honestly he's still not fully sure of what's going because he always tries to have a bottle in his hands. Claims he's a functioning drunk. He has done his best to remain on the outskirts of the people he's near but he is helpful when needed and asked things of.
It is actually for this reason that Steven survived the fog. Instead of being outside passed out drunk in his yard, he was within the maintenance shed at the church hiding with the bay door shudder down passed out on a lawnmower drunk. Steven knows he needs to do better and be a better person but old habits die hard and years of abuse and drinking have left him distrusting of most people. He is something of a handyman though as he had to find a way to supply his addiction.
Honestly he's still not fully sure of what's going because he always tries to have a bottle in his hands. Claims he's a functioning drunk. He has done his best to remain on the outskirts of the people he's near but he is helpful when needed and asked things of.
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Maddox Larsen
Age
26
Place of Residence
13 Thurston St.
Personality Traits
Rebellious - Maddox's chosen lifestyle teeters on the edge of his hometown's norms. His taste in music could be best classified as unique and he's got a severe lack of respect for authority on all fronts. To him, this is Maddox's world and everyone else is just living in it.
Loyal - It takes a special kind of person to welcome in the special kind of person that Maddox envisions himself to be. To that extent, if you extend friendship and kindness to Maddox, he will reciprocate in spades.
Stubborn - Once Maddox has his mind set on something, it is incredibly difficult to get him to sway from his opinion. This may lead to conflicts when amongst different minded individuals.
Impulsive - Act first, think later. Maddox very much lives in the moment without thoughts regarding repercussions. Sometimes these spontaneous moves and decisions work out well, but there are certainly times when his impulsive nature is a serious boon.
Loyal - It takes a special kind of person to welcome in the special kind of person that Maddox envisions himself to be. To that extent, if you extend friendship and kindness to Maddox, he will reciprocate in spades.
Stubborn - Once Maddox has his mind set on something, it is incredibly difficult to get him to sway from his opinion. This may lead to conflicts when amongst different minded individuals.
Impulsive - Act first, think later. Maddox very much lives in the moment without thoughts regarding repercussions. Sometimes these spontaneous moves and decisions work out well, but there are certainly times when his impulsive nature is a serious boon.
Background
Maddox's mother was paralyzed in a car accident caused by an incident involving his father being drunk behind the wheel. Though his parents remained together, the silence tension between them is palpable. Confined to a wheelchair, his mother tends to stay at home and do her best at keeping up with the house while his father, a miner by trade, worked his ass off to make ends meet. He has always tried to impart the importance of hard work and getting your hands dirty to his son, but the message didn't always come across. Whether it was disinterest, resentment for what he did to his mother, or a combination of several things, Maddox simply did not respect the man, much less any lesson he tried to impart.
The three of them rented a small home in Hvass and lived a relatively simple life. Once Maddox had more exposure and comprehension of the outside world, he fell in love with the unconventional. Loud, scary subjects spanning across the spectrum of grotesque horror movies to heavy metal seduced him into a culture that was often looked at with a raised eyebrow by the locals. His mother, however, was unconditionally supportive of whatever fueled Maddox's passion in the moment.
Maddox was never one to care about outside scrutiny. He flew his freak flag proudly and it wasn't long before like-minded individuals made their way to him. Eventually, he formed his own band, The Elder Gods, in which he sings lead.
After high school, Maddox refused to pursue college, but felt the wrath of independence and its monetary cost. His father demanded that he get a job and help pay the rent if he planned on sticking around under his roof. To that end, Maddox and his band would play whatever gigs they could get ahold of and, during the day, the young man would work at any place that would hire him for as long as he could before his attitude inevitably led to termination. Book stores, department stores, music stores... he would do anything available to him that didn't require too much manual labor. Most recently, he found himself at the movie theater tearing tickets and serving popcorn. Not his dream job, but it afforded him a chance to watch all the movies he could ever want on a screen larger than he could ever afford.
But then came the fog and suddenly the horror movies that he loved became a reflection of real life. In as much as he had studied monsters on film, nothing could truly prepare him for what life was about to become...
The three of them rented a small home in Hvass and lived a relatively simple life. Once Maddox had more exposure and comprehension of the outside world, he fell in love with the unconventional. Loud, scary subjects spanning across the spectrum of grotesque horror movies to heavy metal seduced him into a culture that was often looked at with a raised eyebrow by the locals. His mother, however, was unconditionally supportive of whatever fueled Maddox's passion in the moment.
Maddox was never one to care about outside scrutiny. He flew his freak flag proudly and it wasn't long before like-minded individuals made their way to him. Eventually, he formed his own band, The Elder Gods, in which he sings lead.
After high school, Maddox refused to pursue college, but felt the wrath of independence and its monetary cost. His father demanded that he get a job and help pay the rent if he planned on sticking around under his roof. To that end, Maddox and his band would play whatever gigs they could get ahold of and, during the day, the young man would work at any place that would hire him for as long as he could before his attitude inevitably led to termination. Book stores, department stores, music stores... he would do anything available to him that didn't require too much manual labor. Most recently, he found himself at the movie theater tearing tickets and serving popcorn. Not his dream job, but it afforded him a chance to watch all the movies he could ever want on a screen larger than he could ever afford.
But then came the fog and suddenly the horror movies that he loved became a reflection of real life. In as much as he had studied monsters on film, nothing could truly prepare him for what life was about to become...
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Tamara Simms
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26 (b. 1968)
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247 Elm Street
Personality Traits
Ms. Fix It
Tamara is good with her hands and knows how to use a variety of tools in certain situations. She’s built a garden, jury-rigged some electrical work in her basement, and knows how to tinker. She’s no electrician, carpenter, or farmer but she dabbles. Jack of All Trades, master of none.
Temperamental
When Tamara is mad, get out of the way. Her typical sarcasm can turn snide and crass in an instant and she has no patience for morons especially now when there’s a dangerous precedent with the foggy apocalypse and all. This can make her difficult to work with and have others have a negative POV of her.
Willful
Tamara has a resilient and powerful will. She isn’t prone to giving up easily and won’t break down in a stressful situation.
Tamara is good with her hands and knows how to use a variety of tools in certain situations. She’s built a garden, jury-rigged some electrical work in her basement, and knows how to tinker. She’s no electrician, carpenter, or farmer but she dabbles. Jack of All Trades, master of none.
Temperamental
When Tamara is mad, get out of the way. Her typical sarcasm can turn snide and crass in an instant and she has no patience for morons especially now when there’s a dangerous precedent with the foggy apocalypse and all. This can make her difficult to work with and have others have a negative POV of her.
Willful
Tamara has a resilient and powerful will. She isn’t prone to giving up easily and won’t break down in a stressful situation.
Background
Born into an integrated Hvass in the bustling 70s, Tamara experienced the small town try to defy the changing trends. After all, the small towns that dot the Midwest aren’t at all too different than down in Dixieland.
Following his return from Vietnam her father opened a hardware and sporting goods store in the mid-seventies. It wasn’t on Main Street, but given the small amount of competition the two stores co-existed well enough. Different crowds, different stores. Different prices, different values. The idea was to make a living for his family that was honest and simple, after all, he had left a pregnant wife when he left for the war and by the time he got back his daughter could walk.
The aspirations were admirable enough and they worked out in the long run, though it was never enough. In High School Tamara was aiming to get out, even if out just meant Chicago. But there really wasn’t any means to really leave. Between the store always needing attendance, her mother’s sudden sickness when she was seventeen, and her younger brothers joining the Armed Forces it left Tamara as the only one who was around. Take care of mom. Run the store. There was no time for her aspirations, even if they were as simple as “move to Chicago and go to College”. Tamara ultimately came to terms with it, well, at least until the fog came. She hasn't seen her father since.
Following his return from Vietnam her father opened a hardware and sporting goods store in the mid-seventies. It wasn’t on Main Street, but given the small amount of competition the two stores co-existed well enough. Different crowds, different stores. Different prices, different values. The idea was to make a living for his family that was honest and simple, after all, he had left a pregnant wife when he left for the war and by the time he got back his daughter could walk.
The aspirations were admirable enough and they worked out in the long run, though it was never enough. In High School Tamara was aiming to get out, even if out just meant Chicago. But there really wasn’t any means to really leave. Between the store always needing attendance, her mother’s sudden sickness when she was seventeen, and her younger brothers joining the Armed Forces it left Tamara as the only one who was around. Take care of mom. Run the store. There was no time for her aspirations, even if they were as simple as “move to Chicago and go to College”. Tamara ultimately came to terms with it, well, at least until the fog came. She hasn't seen her father since.
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Clint Robins
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44
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119 Poplar Lane
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Family-Oriented: While not a man with many friends, Clint is the embodiment of a family man. He sees family as the most important thing in his life. He's fiercely defensive and loyal towards them and feels a lot of loss from the deaths of his parents and wife. His bond with his daughter is the thing he holds closest to his heart, and with the last contact he had with her being before the fog, he has no idea if she's still alive.
Workaholic: Clint has always had a strong work ethic. This is a product of the environment he was raised in. He's a strong believer in the idea of earning your keep, and as a result often judges people based on their work ethics. As he's grown older this has taken on a different meaning, as throwing himself into a work has become somewhat of a coping mechanism.
Outdoorsy: Clint loves the outdoors, whether it's camping, hunting, fishing or hiking. As a result he's acquired an interesting array of survival skills, such as animal tracking, firearm utilization and identifying and equipping proper fishing gear. He's no Bear Grylls but he can handle himself.
Simple: The best way to describe Clint is simple. He's an old fashioned man that likes everything in his life to be basic. He's easily satisfied and there's a lot of things he doesn't understand, and when things get too complicated he can get frustrated. This can extend from things like newer technology to other people. He's straight forward and appreciates it when people are the same way to him.
Workaholic: Clint has always had a strong work ethic. This is a product of the environment he was raised in. He's a strong believer in the idea of earning your keep, and as a result often judges people based on their work ethics. As he's grown older this has taken on a different meaning, as throwing himself into a work has become somewhat of a coping mechanism.
Outdoorsy: Clint loves the outdoors, whether it's camping, hunting, fishing or hiking. As a result he's acquired an interesting array of survival skills, such as animal tracking, firearm utilization and identifying and equipping proper fishing gear. He's no Bear Grylls but he can handle himself.
Simple: The best way to describe Clint is simple. He's an old fashioned man that likes everything in his life to be basic. He's easily satisfied and there's a lot of things he doesn't understand, and when things get too complicated he can get frustrated. This can extend from things like newer technology to other people. He's straight forward and appreciates it when people are the same way to him.
Background
Clint grew up on a farm a few hours west of Hvass as the youngest of three brothers. He learned to work hard at a young age and earn his keep. His father was also an avid outdoorsman, and brought his boys north with him for monthly excursions to hunt, fish or camp. By the time he was 17, both of his older parents had passed away, which left Clint and his brothers on their own. They left as the years went by and they started families of their own. This left Clint on his own with the farm, but not for long.
In his early 20s, he met a young woman from Chicago named Alice and they hit it off. She took every opportunity she could to get out of the city and go fishing or camping with him, and they'd go on to get married. They quickly had a daughter they named Savannah. From there, Clint lived the ideal family lifestyle on his old farm. He had everything he wanted, living a lifestyle he enjoyed the way he was raised with a family he loved very much. This came to an abrupt end when Alice tragically died in a car accident. It was heartbreaking, but brought Clint and Savannah closer together. Eventually it was time for Savannah to go to university, and she moved to Chicago to do so. This left Clint on the farm by himself, and he realized he just couldn't handle the upkeep on his own. He tried to see if either of his brothers would take it off his hands but they'd already settled in to new jobs in new towns, so he decided to sell it and move to the nearby town of Hvass. The decision was painful, as Clint felt in a way he was selling the memories he had with his family, but with the money he made off of the sale, he decided to start his own business. Fueled by his memories with his wife and his father, he opened an Outdoor Equipment Store so he'd still be working with something he was comfortable with. While he enjoyed his work, with his daughter in Chicago, he didn't like returning to an empty house every night. He started working himself to the bone and spending nights sleeping in the back of the store. The night of the fog was one of those nights.
In his early 20s, he met a young woman from Chicago named Alice and they hit it off. She took every opportunity she could to get out of the city and go fishing or camping with him, and they'd go on to get married. They quickly had a daughter they named Savannah. From there, Clint lived the ideal family lifestyle on his old farm. He had everything he wanted, living a lifestyle he enjoyed the way he was raised with a family he loved very much. This came to an abrupt end when Alice tragically died in a car accident. It was heartbreaking, but brought Clint and Savannah closer together. Eventually it was time for Savannah to go to university, and she moved to Chicago to do so. This left Clint on the farm by himself, and he realized he just couldn't handle the upkeep on his own. He tried to see if either of his brothers would take it off his hands but they'd already settled in to new jobs in new towns, so he decided to sell it and move to the nearby town of Hvass. The decision was painful, as Clint felt in a way he was selling the memories he had with his family, but with the money he made off of the sale, he decided to start his own business. Fueled by his memories with his wife and his father, he opened an Outdoor Equipment Store so he'd still be working with something he was comfortable with. While he enjoyed his work, with his daughter in Chicago, he didn't like returning to an empty house every night. He started working himself to the bone and spending nights sleeping in the back of the store. The night of the fog was one of those nights.
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