What is you name? Carver....just call me Carver.
What do you look like? I'm pretty tall, I guess. Above average, if you will. Straight black hair. Cut it every chance I get, doesn't look good long. Sorta just curls up. Sky-blue eyes, those run through my family.
What do you wear? I don't change my outfit much. My brother's brown leather overcoat thing, got a hood and all. Makes me feel kinda badass, with the look and all. A nice gas mask, our family had it before....the....you know. Same ratty old jeans I've worn for years, and these old hiking boots I traded a herder for a while ago.
What do you know? Not much about the old world, that's for sure. My brother taught me some first aid, and how to move all quiet like, so people can't hear you coming. I dunno how much I'll be using that though.
What are you good at? One thing I'm really good at is using a knife. I dunno, they...just interest me. No way to explain it. Ever since I looted an old blade store, always had a few on hand. And like I said, keeping quiet. Just light on my feet, is all.
What kind of equipment do you carry? My brother's pistol, for one. It looks pretty cool, it's one of those big hunting ones, with the scope and everything. He, uh.....didn't use it to hunt. Not animals at least. But anyways, I found a few of those.....syrettes, the morphine things, in an old hospital. I used a few....for.....I was bored, okay? And, knives. I found a lotta of old pocket knives. Always keep a few on hand.
How old were you when Mixi came? Four. Barely talking, and I was already in some sorta fucking Armageddon. My brother helped me through most of it. He......he provided. That's all I'm saying.
Where did you live? Pfft, can't even remember the name.
What was your family like? Mom and Dad were good people, apparently. My older brother, Dustin.....he was.......I'm not talking about him.
How did your family die? My parents went early. Wasn't even the Mixi, was two crazy rioters breaking in. They stabbed them. Dustin....he shot both of them.With dad's gun. He....died later. When I was twelve.
How did being orphaned affect you? Who the fuck do you think you are, asking questions like this?
How long were you alone? I wasn't, until I was twelve. Dustin cared for me, till he kicked the bucket. And even then, I wasn't alone or anything. I drifted, hanging with a few Herders here, some Skavvies here. You know.
Who are your friends? I don't have many. I keep a few close contacts spread out, though. There's....uh....Oscar, this Herder, and his people, they helped me out of a jam....and I used to know a Biker, Samson, he was actually a pretty chill guy. Those were, um...sorta my only two closer friends since Mixi.
How do you live? Well, I'm a Skavvie right now. When I was with Dustin, we rolled with some Bikers....but I don't wanna talk about that. Oscar let me live with him and his Herders for a while, but...I wasn't liking the Herder lifestyle, I guess.
What are your supernatural beliefs? Well, I respect those who believe that kinda stuff, but I don't buy into it.
What are your relationships like? I've only had one serious relationship. One of Oscar's people. She was great....just.....I dunno, man, like I said, I don't like being a Herder. Besides her, let's just say I'm surprised I'm not taking care of quite a few children. A buncha short flings, if you catch my drift.
What do you do for fun? Well.....I know I like a good drink. But besides that, knife tricks, and......well, that's it.
What frightens you the most? To be honest, not much besides the normal things. Death, pain, loss, all that. You know.
What gives you hope? That there's still a chance for me to have a normal life. Shit's messed up, and I've contributed my fair share to the fucked up things of this world, but, I could still.....I dunno, be a good guy, I guess. Help people out, make a difference.
How do you feel about the dead? Well, that depends on how the dead felt about me. When they were alive, that is. If it was some crazy Biker coming at me with a bat, he can burn in hell, for all I care. But if some Herder dies of Mixi, I just feel......sorry, I guess.
What do you want? This must sound like some cliche bullshit....at least that's what Dustin said....but I just wanna enjoy myself. You know? Live. Have fun. Not die, preferably.
What's your greatest vice? I'm gonna be honest, I'm not a.....I sin, I guess is how Dustin would put it. If I can, I have a drink every once in a while. If I have some extra morphine, no one's hurt, stuff like that, well I might just have some fun. And, hey, we all know those Herder girls are to die for.
What's your greatest strength? Not sure. I mean, I'm pretty loyal, I wouldn't go stabbing someone in the back, and I can fight. But I don't really....you know, excel at anything.