Ajairu Jinsoku
26
Male
He is 6'1'' and doesn't have much muscle. He has light skin and hair he dyes green when he finds dye from before the apocalypse, but its brown naturally. He wears a blue bandana and has an earing in his right ear, the color purple. He normally wears a tanish coat, with a black collared shirt underneath. He wears dark blue jeans that are inbetween baggy and tight. He wears light shoes that help him run faster than boots or big shoes or anything of that sort.
Nomadic
Keeps a hunting knife in his pocket for special situations. Carries two katana swords, sometimes has them sheathed. Also has two Desert Eagles and an Assault Rifle, incase
melee is impossible.
Very fast, and can run for long. Very skilled with melee weapons. Agile and good at free-running parkour. Across most terrains, including buildings, mountains, etc.
Special eyes that can see movement from much farther away, and can very detailedly see things from afar.
Not very smart, doesn't speak much, and knows when to run instead of fight.
Born in Tokyo, he had a normal mother and father. They didn't have much money, but his mother and father made enough money to scrape by. He lived a normal life until he was six years old, then the war started. His parents, along with all the friends he made from school and the neighborhood died very soon after WW3 started. He was left alone, sad and weak. He spent his time just walking through the apocalyptic wasteland, picking up skills on how to run away by parkour and how to use speed to his advantage.
After 10 years, he began mutating. He could feel his eyesight get better and more detailed, and he felt weird movements in an area a bit under each of his arms. Ten more years passed, and his eyesight was now incredible. While fighting off a giant mutated bee, he suddenly felt a large pain the the sam area he felt movements in. It suprised him, and the bee almost killed him, but he managed to run away in time. The pain soothed rather quickly, and he looked down and finally saw what had happened. A new pair of arms had burst out of the side of him, but he couldn't feel them or move them, they were limp and useless for now. He fell asleep later, and when he woke up, he discovered the arms weren't numb anymore, and he had full control over them. He used these newfound arms to his advantage, helping him both escape and fight. He continued exploring, and continues traveling to nowhere. He's raided multiple gun stores, abandoned military storage units, and a dojo before, all of which is where he found his weapons and supplies.
Alone
