Apocalyptic survivor

Name: Millard Rogers

Age: 38

Sex: Male

Physical description: A ragged man with slightly tan skin. He has long, unkempt brown hair that reaches his shoulders. His eyes are an icy blue that almost seem white in certain lighting. He has beard stubble growing on his face. He has a scar that runs along the bridge of his nose and a cut on his bottom lip. He has a decently muscular build, but he is quite skinny from lack of food.

Speech: Millard speaks with a heavy southern drawl. His voice is rather rough around the edges, and doesn't necessarily sound 'friendly'.

Personally: Millard is quiet. He tends to be quite hostile towards new people, and hasn't really bunched up with other survivors. He'd rather go on his own as he doesn't want to get close to anyone ever again. The death of his family has fucked him up a bit, and he is still grieving them. He wishes to make the angels pay for what they have done to him, his family and many others. He is stubborn, but loyal to the people he truly loves and trusts.

Current clothing: A pair of thick, brown leather gloves. A navy blue, fur-lined, hooded jacket - underneath that is a plain white T-shirt. A pair of thick jeans, socks, and combat boots. Has a leather bag of supplies around his shoulder.

Main weapon: His old hunting rifle. It's slightly damaged, but in pretty decent shape nonetheless.

Current supplies: Half a box of ammo for his rifle. A small canteen full of water he got from melting some snow. A single roll-up sleeping bag. Five cans of canned food.

Skills: Millard knows his way around guns and battle, having served in the U.S military during the second world war. He's built a good few weapons in his lifetime.

Potential weakness: He's been favoring his left leg recently. His right leg has been rebelling against him as of late, he's unsure if this is from new injuries, or if it's something from his war days that decided now was the time to show itself. He also doesn't have much in the way of contact with other survivors, and doesn't like receiving help from them.

Values: Family is everything to him - 'Blood is thicker than water' and all that junk. He would do anything to insure a person he sees as family is in the best situation they could be in. Also a big fan of your typical American ideals, like freedom and justice for all.

Likes: Family, silence, safety, being left alone, tinkering with weaponry, warmth.

Dislikes: Large crowds, the cold, the angels, having to scavenge for his supplies.

Biggest fear: Dying alone and afraid.

Background: Millard Rogers had the perfect life: a stable job as a physics teacher, a loving, two kids, and a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence. The ideal life any American could hope to achieve. That's when the 'angels' came. Horrific creatures desended from the heavens to wreck havoc on the world and collapse society. Millard lost everything. His wife Mary, and daughter Alice, died before his eyes. His son Colton presumably met the same fate, having run out of the house a moment before the attack after an argument with Millard. However, he holds on to hope that somehow his angsty teen of a son managed to survive the first attack. That was three years ago, the world is now a wasteland, where the remaining survivors of the first massacre have to scrounge for scraps while living in fear of being killed by the angels. The world seems to be in an almost infinite winter, as snow falls quite often.

About the 'angels': The 'angels' as the remaining survivors call them are a species of intergalactic beings. No one knows where they came from, only that they mean harm to everyone who is not them. They have white, feathery bodies, four wings on their back and pale, fanged faces. Their hands and feet are tipped with sharp talons. They are often seen sporting armor, and masks made of either silver, copper (or rarely), gold. The run as a military unit, and greatly value schedule, order, and ranks. Ranks decide everything in their society.

Setting: 1958 in a post apocalyptic America. More specifically, south Arizona. It's snowing enough to make the air miserably cold, but not enough to coat the ground in snow whimsically. Everything looks grayer than usual. A lot of buildings have been reduced to little more than rubble.