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Name:John (No last name on file)
Age: 38
Sex: Male
Tribe/Status: The Caretakers/Preceptor
Appearance: He is a man of average height, around 5'10 with a somewhat muscular build. As a seeker of knowledge, he doesn't exactly fit into the normal mold for such people. His short, brown hair is constantly covered with a worn, red plaid pattered paddy cap. His face is hidden behind a thick beard, giving him the appearance of a very old man, when in fact, he's possibly one of the most athletically gifted members of the tribe he leads. His clothes differ from day to day, but he tend to dress in a fairly executive fashion in spite of the conditions of life, throughout which he's managed to find suits in good condition.
Skills: Genius level intelligence, detective skills, basic archery and firearm ability.
Weaponry/Equipment: A rather large crossbow, quiver with bolts and a switchblade knife.
Bio: John was born from the Caretakers themselves. He was raised within the tribe as a somewhat communal child, everyone teaching and helping the small boy along. The Preceptor at the time, Gabriel Howard, had given himself the task of training the boy known as John to become the next leader of the small group. After Gabriel passed when John was 15, he took over his duties and began taking the tribe around the country, collecting information and gaining a reputation for stealing books and guns from other tribes' territory. Even now, he continues this, in hopes of one day rebuilding the world to it's former glory.

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Name: Amber Solis
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Tribe/Status: Caretakers/Guardian
Appearance: Amber is around 5'5 and has dark brown hair that falls just past her shoulders. She is very lean but not skinny. She has hazel eyes and tanned skin, caused from being out in the sun all the time.
She wears a torn long sleeved shirt and ripped jeans. She keeps a black bag with her at all times, it contains some of her possessions that she just couldn't go without. Time and being outside has worn her down, and she looks older than she really is because of it.
Skills: Hand-to-hand combat
Weaponry/Equipment: A small pistol and a hunting knife.
Bio: Amber was born in what used to be Denver, at least that's where she was found. She has always wanted to know everything she possibly can about the war, and after she found the Caretakers she has been with them ever since. Amber learned how to fight as a child, forced to live on her own and make her own way. After joining the Caretakers, she made her way up the ranks to guardian, proving her worth as an excellent fighter. She lives to survive.

Name: Rae Mason
Age: 23
Sex: Female
Tribe/Status: Loner
Appearance: Standing at around 5'8", Rae has dirty blond hair which falls between her shoulderblades. Survival, the overall priority, has given her a lean build with strength and agility behind it, and being outside often has given her a light tan.
Rae wears a set of worn leather boots and gloves, along with patched pants and a repaired, long-sleeved shirt over which is a vest that's probably seen better days. She also carries around a backpack and some furs to keep warm with. Overall, she has a toughened, scruffy look.
Skills: Survival skills, hunting, tracking, hand-to-hand combat, and a bit of knife-fighting.
Weaponry/Equipment: A well-kept bow and arrows, a hunting knife, and occasional hand-to-hand combat when needed.
Bio: Rae started out in what was once San Antonio, Texas, living with the small tribe she was born into and traveling with them, learning how to hunt, fight, and take care of herself in general. In her later teen years, the laws and leader positions of the tribe began to break down, and she took off on her own. Since then, she's wandered around the country, looking for somewhere to settle into or a tribe to attach herself to.

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Name: Caedmon Raines
Age: 29
Sex: male
Tribe/Status: Loner (ex-Tribe Leader)
Appearance: When you first set eyes on Caedmon, there isn't all that much to look at. Your eyes scan over a man of small in stature (standing about 5'2") and lean -almost gaunt- build, his dark brown hair hangs dirty and ragged down to his shoulders, some sliding over his left eye. It is so crudely cut, that you realize he must cut it with a knife. But before you look any further cold, dark eyes gaze out at you from above sunken cheeks, and seem to see right through to your soul. The most entrancing feature of this tramp of a man, is almost colourless, you cannot name the shade his eyes are. The small man seems overdressed, with a long, heavy fur-lined coat, high boots, and a long, bulky scarf that wraps around his neck and head. Beneath the brown and black of his many-pocketed coat and his cross-belts, a dark blue shirt buttoned nearly all the way, peeks out. Even harder to see, and only noticeable by the clean brightness of it, is the white shirt he wears underneath, the neck barely showing beneath the other shirt.
Skills: Fist-Fighting (dirty, definitely not fair), Sword-craft, Knife-Fighting, Hunting & Tracking, Survival, and some Shooting skills as well.
Weaponry/Equipment: Like anyone without a death wish these days, Caed goes well armed. He carries a two-handed Claymore (a type of Scottish longsword, double-edged), a small sabre similar to the type once carried by the British in the 18th century (single-edged), a large Bowie knife, and an old Henry .52 caliber rifle. The pockets of his coat contain many of the supplies he needs, the most notable of which are his compass, his book (a History of Architecture), and the cigarette lighter that he uses to light fires.
Bio: Born into a Tribe in the north of the American continent, in the ruins of what used to be Toronto, Ontario, Caed was the son of violent get, his father being his mother's rapist. His early life (as the only child in a small tribe) was violent and brutal. Caed learned early how to fight, run, and hide. His tribe wandered to the north of what had been Quebec and Labrador and there Caed learned much of his skill in surviving the long, cold winter. Eventually, he came into leadership of his tribe, the Tor, at the young (the most certainly not tender) age of 19. The Tor once again headed south, and took up a semi-permanent residence on the shores and islands of Lake Superior. While there, Caed learned from long-time locals the boating skills necessary to survive. When he was 24, the Tor were attacked and brutally slaughtered by an enemy tribe. Caed was the only one left alive, though it was a bitter survival. The woman he loved was dead, his friends and family were all dead, and he was abandoned in the muskeg, beaten nearly to death. It was likely that the enemy thought him dead and dying, but Caed recovered and set out across the continent, travelling far to the south and the east and the west, a loner. He has, though, been weakened ever since.

Name: The Caretakers
Ranks:
#1) Preceptor-
#2) Guardian-
#3) Watchman-
Description: The Cartakers' purpose, particularly the Preceptor's, has always been the preservation and spreading of knowledge. Some view this as an excuse for the theft and deception that the tribe is most known for. They usually take any means to obtain new forms of old information, be them books, machine parts or even weaponry. There are only three ranks of importance in the tribe. The Preceptor, who is usually the oldest and most wise of all members, whose job it is to teach and maintain all information that the group has gathered in it's history. The Guardian's job is less complicated, they simply make sure the Preceptor doesn't suffer any ill-fate. The Watchman is the link from the Preceptor to the regular members, usually in charge of battle operations should the need for one arise.
Laws:
#1) Listen at all times.
#2) No blood spilled without knowledge acquired.