~~~Basic Info~~~
Name:
Freyr Diederich
Nickname:
Race:
Human
Gender:
Male
Home Town:
----
Age:
20
Faction :
None for now.
~~~Appearance~~~
Masked: (X)
Height:
6" 5'
Weight:
136 Lbs
Hair:
Medium, Darkish Light Brown
Eyes:
Dark Blue
Distinguishing Marks:
A curclular scar a bit below his shoulder and the on the opposite side of his back.
~~~Inventory~~~
Weapon(s):
Taurus Raging Bull Model 500 And a Smith & Wesson Model 500, He also has a KM2000, The sheath for the KM2000 is tunable, and includes an adapter to allow it to be mounted onto the MOLLE/PALS load bearing system
Inventory:
He Usually carries a medium sized duffel bag with him that usually contains some clothing, at least two or more cases of .500 S&W Magnum Bullets Along with .500 S&W Special Bullets and smaller caliber bullets used for handguns, and some medical supply's. He also has two sleeping bags just encase one of them gets destroyed along a survival kit.
Vehicle:
None
Skills:
Freyr is quite skilled in CQC (Close Quarter Combat.), though he will not have second thoughts when using dirty tricks when in danger, He is also quite skilled with large revolvers and knives.Though to most people nowadays wouldn't care, but he is quite skilled at drawing though he does not show off his skill, being that the apocalypse had came.
Dominant Hand:
He is Ambidextrous
~~~Personal~~~
Rank:
None
Bio:
Born in --- and raised by his father after his mother died a couple years after his birth, Freyr had always been somewhat of a calm and quiet person most of his life, never getting into trouble which he seemed to attract it quite a bit as if a moth to a flame. And as Freyr grew up with His father having been in the military, he had been taught by him how to defend himself in hand to hand combat, along with how to use a handguns, rifles, knifes and how to survive in nature. As the years went by and Freyrs father died a couple of months after he turned seventeen, He of course was unable to pay the house off so he moved out taking his fathers Two revolvers, knife and a duffel bag containing things he thought to be needed, becoming a wanderer of the sorts in search for a new place to live.
Relationships:
None yet
