NATHAN.
I'm always watching.
That's what scouters do.
WHO IS HE?
It doesn't really matter anymore.
But, fine. I'll indugle your curiosity.
Young and free. He spends the majority of his time outside of Solitude's walls. He sets up inconspicuous safe zones made up of sheds or rooftops for the other scouts and himself in case they cannot make it home for the night. Nathan is sixteen years of age while standing at 5'7''. He wears sturdy combat boots and comfortable harem pants that are tight around the ankles and low around the crotch, for extra turning and mobility. He has a wind jacket and a thin t-shirt. He wears very light 'armor' or protection. His left hand is protected by fingerless gloves due to his more dominant right hand, but it isn't necessary. They are both protected by callouses. He has a sling-backpack made for movement where he carries water and medical materials.
Before the apocalypse, he was a cross-country runner and used freerunning as a hobby. Those things today - well, they really help. Especially if you can climb fast and run fast. He's outrun many virals and people trying to mug him. He does not trust easily. He will forever be on his guard. Nathan uses mainly basic Kickboxing to ward off opponents, including walkers; sometimes using the things as a springboard to get to high ground. Nathan carries around a rusty knife. Rugged enough to slice a jugular of a walker and stab a brain; and sharp enough to, even if he doesn't aim to kill, force someone to need a tetanus shot soon. He's got a bit of smart inside that head.
Why?
Bro, I don't know how long I can do this.
If I see another friend I love die, I might fuckin' lose it.
Nathan is a scout. He is a brave soul willing to risk life and limb for the people close to him. Medicine. Food. Water. All of it. But, he also does it to get away. Away from everything.
New York was his Quarantine - but it soon got overrun, and he made his way to the other side of the world. Upon arriving, things weren't much better in England. But, you take what you can get.
These are his stories from the Outside.
CHAPTER ONE; THE OUTBREAK.
TBA.
How?
Don't fuck with me.
I'm too tired to deal with bullshit.
SOLITUDE RADIO: It connects to most frequencies in London, and some in other parts of England.
MAKESHIFT KARAMBIT: Sharp and deadly. Careful at the end of this.
GRAPPLE: Makeshift from a sickle-blade and some rope. He's been practicing, but it adds a bit of weight.
LOW-FACE MASK: A cloth band around the bridge of his nose, to hide his identity while on the run.
ANTIBIOTICS & BANDAGES: Basic meds for on-the-fly treatment.
SPRAY PAINT: Tagging isn't vandalizing anymore. He uses the paint for his allies. Each color has meaning. Red is DARK ZONE. Orange is gang territory. Yellow is an unlooted territory. Green is looted. Blue marks the boundaries of his group. And finally, purple marks direction to the TOWER for new scouts or a safe zone. Nathan will often reiterate that sometimes he will use the colors to fool enemies that do not know the coding; and they should not believe the text, only the color - so long that it has his style and tag. Even still, it causes new scouts to scout to their death.
KICKBOXING: Basic knowledge and smart usage of strong legs. A firm kick is enough to topple a runner sprinting at full speed.
FREERUNNING: He's lived on these streets for too long. He knows every rooftop, every nook and cranny, every road. He is his own personal map. He uses this knowledge and his own prowess to use the rooftops to his advantage.