So my character is named Gilbert Mickey. He was homeless for years and is attuned with the elements, even those as harsh as Chernarus. A can of beans is a gourmet dinner to Mickey. Years on the streets have sharpened Mickeys survival instincts to the point that makes him comfortable even amongst the dead. He has no real skill with any weaponry, and his knowledge is pure street smarts. He has a quick temper and is actually quite imposing in stature, which probably lent to this survival. Mickey interacts with other survivors the same way a homeless person would interact with you in real life. He begs, makes promises, or in rare scenarios he tries bartering with information. He doesn't carry much on him, except any and all food he can find and perhaps a knife. He's fond of traveling light as being quick on your feet on the streets is the smartest thing. After almost of decade on designer drugs (heroin, cocaine, COPIOUS amounts of marijuana), Mickeys reaction time and social skills have worsened to a point where he seems strange to the normal passerby. One minute he's UP UP UP and the next he's zoned out completely. Most mistake this quality for mental illness but it is purely cognitive disrepair. Which might actually be the same thing. Gilbert made his way to Chernarus when he climbed aboard a cargo ship which was unknowingly piloted by Chernarus natives bringing family back from the States. He hid inside of a cargo box and survived on chips and canned beans, ironically because that's what he'd be eating the rest of his days in Chernarus. The ship later crashed on the coast of Chernarus and can still be found there today in a swampy southern area of the map.