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Description
Standing approximately six feet tall, Calvin looks pretty average, as far as average goes these days. He has short brown hair that is often in in some sort of disarray from absentmindedly running his fingers through it and pulling at it while going over this notebooks. He has hazel eyes, bloodshot from the minimal amounts of sleep he gets every night, although he almost always wears sunglasses. He often wears what looks to be a mechanic's jumpsuit, the sleeves tied around his waist. On his feet is a pair of well worn tennis shoes. He has a brown t-shirt with a fading pop culture reference, what appears to be an autobots logo. Around his waist is a study toolman's belt with an assortment of tools and survival gear that aside from the rest of his gear seems to be in a precise order. He has a hiker's back pack, put usually keeps it in a vehicle unless he plans to be without easy access for a while. As of late he's had a persistent cough, most likely due to the minimal sleep, long work hours, and ever present stress of possible zombie or raider attack.
Personality
He has a tendency to keep to himself, often tinkering with some junk he found recently. And when he is engaged in a group he still tends to keep quiet, although when he does speak it is clear is mind is not completely lost. He speaks with intelligence and forethought, often coming up with good ideas to keep them moving and provisioned well enough. He is mostly pleasant, unless he is interrupted in the middle of some work or surprised. Granted most people don't take kindly to surprises but he seems a bit more jumpy than most. It seems he's seen some pretty tough struggles in his past but is generally unwilling to relive them.
Character Traits
Intelligent, Observant, Determined
Character Flaws
Untrusting, Fearful of infection
Contacts / Friends
Steward
Enemies
Zombies
Statistic Block
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Additional Information
Mutations: Frailty and Hypersensitivity
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History: Calvin has been with the convoy for a short while. He had come from the midwest. As fall and winter had set in he worked his way south, also hoping to manage to avoid a growing population of the infected. It was a long, lonely, and frightening trip, but managing to get a car running he luckily avoided the swarms. Unlike most members of their group, the convoy came looking for him, although not entirely purposefully. Calvin had spotted one of Steward's drones flying about some ruins he had recently reached and was not about to let the possibility of snagging it get away. He had always been interested in battle bots and they were more useful than ever now. Even if he couldn't get a remote to work with it's encryption he should at least be able to rework some of the parts. He had seen some drones out before and it seemed that if they went down in an infected area they were often just left instead of risking a recovery. Fashioning a quick wire snare he worked his way into the upper levels of a building to get closer. As it passed he tossed his net and prayed. Bringing it down he quickly set to work making sure it wouldn't open fire or be able to transmit AV back to any possible handlers (some drones just wandered the wastes aimlessly, being autonomous enough and the initial controller having long succumbed to the infection). Before long some members of the convoy came looking for it and were surprised to find a zombie tinkering with their robot. Luckily enough for Calvin they called out before blasting him (since traveling alone he had taken to looking like a zombie, hoping that they would be less likely to attack him as such), giving him a chance to show he was not actually a zombie. Impressed by his resourcefulness they let Calvin ride along for a short while. Enjoying the added protection he quickly set to work proving his usefulness. He helped to keep their gear in working order and was a good asset to their scouting party, being able to pick out items others would have missed or been unable to cannibalize for parts. Having another ride was also greatly appreciated as his was beyond repair. For now he continues to strive to survive. He hopes that some researchers holed up somewhere will be able to find a vaccine or cure before too terribly much longer. He does his part trying to keep technology from completely falling by the way side. it's times like these that civilization tends to fall apart, might making right. He sees technology as a way to keep some of their previous culture. Plus if you don't find a purpose out here you shortly end up as just another infected, or feeling just as mindless. These days he can be found conversing with Steward (although the tends to keep a slight wary distance from him), most likely about his drones. He also helps in the scavenging raids. But most of his time he spends working on something in a series of notebooks. When they are stopped he is often tinkering with some sort of trash he recently acquired or fixing the next thing that broke on the convoy.
