Member
Name:
Gabriel Kubiak
Age:
15
Gender:
Male
Personality:
He's a shy but smart boy that seems to always be getting up to mischief. He gets rather easily bored, but when he puts his mind to something he will stick with it to the very end.
Short Bio:
He was born in Poland and was raised there until age 12. The rest of his family lived in Delmarva. He had a rather good home life until his mother had gotten cancer a few months after his twelfth birthday. She moved both him and his father to Delmarva to live out the rest of her days with her entire family. Her family hated him, their Christianness not allowing them to see past his bastard upbringing. They never learned to love him and always went about the, "one bad apple ruins the bunch," way of thinking. So, when his mother died, he and his father were kicked out of the home. His father killed himself out of grief, and he was left to fend for himself.
Weapon: (Nothing too OP):
His father's Glock 42 and a stolen butterfly knife.
Skills:
Had always been a stealthy kid and found it fun to sneak up on his mother, so he's quite good in that area.
When his father was still around, they spent time together at the gun range. He's good at using the smaller guns but has never had experience with larger ones.
Three years of living out on the streets had taught him how to fend for himself, along with how and when to use his little knife. He knows the environment well, knows how to scavenge for food and such, and knows how to keep warm. He's learned basic rural survival.
Gabriel Kubiak
Age:
15
Gender:
Male
Personality:
He's a shy but smart boy that seems to always be getting up to mischief. He gets rather easily bored, but when he puts his mind to something he will stick with it to the very end.
Short Bio:
He was born in Poland and was raised there until age 12. The rest of his family lived in Delmarva. He had a rather good home life until his mother had gotten cancer a few months after his twelfth birthday. She moved both him and his father to Delmarva to live out the rest of her days with her entire family. Her family hated him, their Christianness not allowing them to see past his bastard upbringing. They never learned to love him and always went about the, "one bad apple ruins the bunch," way of thinking. So, when his mother died, he and his father were kicked out of the home. His father killed himself out of grief, and he was left to fend for himself.
Weapon: (Nothing too OP):
His father's Glock 42 and a stolen butterfly knife.
Skills:
Had always been a stealthy kid and found it fun to sneak up on his mother, so he's quite good in that area.
When his father was still around, they spent time together at the gun range. He's good at using the smaller guns but has never had experience with larger ones.
Three years of living out on the streets had taught him how to fend for himself, along with how and when to use his little knife. He knows the environment well, knows how to scavenge for food and such, and knows how to keep warm. He's learned basic rural survival.