((Name: Hurok "Rock" Volkeff
Age: 32
Appearance: Brown hair and blue eyes. Strong and intimidating muscle build. Tanned skin. No shirt and old tattered blue jeans. A simple and small tattoo of skull on the right side of his chest. Scarred cheek. Looks much older than is.
Equipment: A short-bow with no arrows A hammer and some nails. No food.
Skills: Construction mostly, little first aid.
Personality: A very silent man with extreme anger issues (see bio). Doesn't like jokes or sarcasm and ignores stupid comments entirely (sound familiar?). Soft spot for children.
Bio (woot not brief): He was born to a small man and woman living in a small tribe located in the hot desert of Arizona. The tribe of about 50 was called Apache, as read from an old broken machine found half-sticking out of the ground. It was located near a lake, who's name was forgotten long ago and was redubbed Apache Lake. They were a quiet and self sustained tribe with little to no contact with the nearby tribes.
Huroks mother, Jane, died while giving birth to him, and was raised solely by his father, Duran. His father taught him how to build for he was the tribes carpenter. Hurok liked the tribes doctor, Karen, and helped her with whatever she asked. He would listen to her talk about cures and simple procedures as he moved stuff about in her house.
The other kids would torment Hurok because he had no mother. Hurok stopped socializing with the kids and resented them. He avoided them until they finally caught him and beat him with no true cause. Hurok hated them for the rest of his life.
One day when Hurok was about 20 he and Duran walked to a new work site, the tribe was ambushed. Brutal savage with machines for weapons attacked and pillaged the village. Duran, being old and weak, demanded that his son run. Hurok disagreed, but had to run or die. The entire tribe scattered, men and women running in different directions. Hurok turned to look back at his father. His foot caught something and slammed him down to the earth, hard. His vision blurred and he was suddenly walkin' up a grassy hill.
He suffered memory lost and can't remember anything else of his life after that horrible night. A unfamiliar tattoo is on his chest and he carries a weapon. He is haunted by a name and a womans face. The name is Jereth, a male name.
He last saw a sign that was crudely made maybe some ten years ago saying "Cal-fornia". He walked past it and is now in California.
Location: Walking quietly down a street in some Californian city.))
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