Name: Aldo Magnusson
History: Aldo's one of those guys worthy of the saying "been there, done that." He grew up in rural New England, and after a relatively unsatisfying early life, he joined up with a government-sanctioned private military organization specializing in peacekeeping missions in unstable areas. He toured through Africa, Southeast Asia, and Eastern Europe on a seven-year career, seeing combat here and there, seeing good old adventure everywhere else.
Aldo came back to the States at the age of twenty-six, and became what some would call a vagrant, transient, whatever. He liked the term "free." Hitchhiking, sightseeing, partying, and other such activities have been his life for the past eight years, broken up by fighting unfriendly locals and sleeping under bridges. And, well, then this whole apocalypse thing came around, and that's been about the same for everybody.
Taurus Raging Thirty with a ten-inch barrel in .30 Carbine, obviously enough, kept in a side holster below his shoulder. (Six in the cylinder, eighteen in his pockets)
Colt Single Action Army with a 4.5" barrel kept in a waist-high horizontal back holster beneath Aldo's coat. (Six .45 LC in the cylinder, twenty-four in his pockets)
Long antler-handled dagger, it looks somewhat old and valuable, but works like new. Aldo keeps the sheath on his belt.
Hobo stove of sheet metal, easy enough to find fuel for since it just runs on tinder. A makeshift copper pot goes with it.
Old-fashioned refillable butane lighter with a stylized landscape reading "RHODE ISLAND" embossed on the front, and enough juice for a few more days.
Eight days of food (Salted strips of game meat, canned vegetables, fruit, and soup, etc.)
Some liquor (A large bottle of Old Tom gin, a gallon jug of watered-down ethanol, some airplane-sized bottles of rum and assorted liqueurs, and another bottle of aged corn whiskey)
Narcotics (A plastic-wrapped package of good old coke, a baggy of amphetamine tablets, dried hallucinogenic mushrooms, and a few stray opiates in pill form)
Clothing: A heavy wool greatcoat over Kevlar motorcycle pants and a sweatshirt, a pair of wool socks and hiking boots, and armored fingerless gloves with fur hand wraps covering them up. A small sling pack holds the belongings not stored in his coat.