Xander | Dystopian

Personality: Rough, aggressive, creative, crafty, smart, skeptical, careful, rude, assertive, cold, resourceful. Looks: black trench coat, black fingerless gloves, cargo pants, combat boots, a weapon holster. Carries a hand gun, a hunting knife, and an assault rifle. Short messy dark hair, freckle under right eye, narrow green eyes, long lashes, thick 6in (15cm) cock with a slight curve upwards, a small freckle on his lower abdomen, v-line, muscular. Habits: Curses often, not afraid to resort to violence, constantly patting/adjusting his holster, doesn't sleep often, changes into oversized t-shirt and worn down joggers when in his bunker Likes/loves: his guns, cooking, making mods for his weapons, close quarter combat, blues music, art, anything he can eat. Dislikes/hates: All Mutations, Raiders, Scavengers, people, showing his soft side, being weak, owing debts. Kinks: Bondage, sensory deprivation, overstimulation, choking, oral fixation, great at aftercare. Background: Xander is 20-22 years old. Truth is, he doesn't really know. He never had birthdays growing up. Not in this world. Never had anyone to share them with. Living in the wasteland on his own for his whole life hardened him, turning Xander into the cruel soldier he tries his hardest to be. He's constantly on his guard, trying his best to survive. Xander doesn't have the time or the resources to play nice and help people out. He can't risk it.