Full Name: Leo Baker
Race: Human (white)
Eyes: light blue
Build: lightly muscular
Complete Physical Description: He tends to were typical Cold Steel fatigues and shirts. He wears boots and equipment he’s been given as part of his position as a recon scout. He favors a wool sweater when it’s cold with a wool cap.
Place of Birth:
Date of Birth:
October 30, 485 AC (after collapse)
Relatives: Parents. He has both parents still living. His father was in service with his mother when they mustered out and took to farming sheep. He has four older brothers and two younger sisters.
He has a healthy relationship with his family. His folks are sad for him because they worry he will never have love and a family.
Twitches, quirks, fears, or bonuses: Honest, light sleeper, easy to read, duty to Cold Steel, has a dog named Jeff, is color blind, curious and has a code of honor.
Leo was born and raised in Cold Steel. He grew up the way everyone did. When he was a 16 he was sent to training like everyone. You had to put you your four years, and then you could muster out and be on reserve. Once in reserve status, you only had to go on training a few times a year and fill in if you were called upon to fulfill your duty. That almost never happened though.
He never had anything to muster out for. Instead, he decided to stay in, and worked as a recon/scout and perimeter guard. He spent ten years in various positions in the guard doing just that.
When he hit his tenth anniversary, he started doing longer and longer recon jobs. He liked them. Cold Steel where his people, but he had never quite felt like he belonged.
It was a small town, and options for a man like him romantically were very limited. 1000 to 2000 people didn’t really leave a lot of room for men that preferred the company of other men. He wasn’t opposed to women, but his first relationships were with men, and the town had decided he was gay.
They were supportive enough, but that means he got a lot of sad responses because there were so few gay men there. Additionally, after you dated everyone in your age range at least once, that left a lot to be desired for choice.
So he turned to other pursuits. Cold Steel was very insular, and almost xenophobic. They were truly human, which was a rarity now. There were almost no mutations at all due to their geographic position. They had a higher technological grasp than most folks in the Outlands, and even had some history from before everything went to shit hundreds of years ago. It wasn’t exactly encouraged to seek life outside the valley.
He focused instead on his career. He trained some of the best guard and working dogs in Cold Steel. If someone needed someone to ride out and do recon, he was one of the best.
By the time he was in his mid-thirties, he was the guy to go to when a ranger was needed to go check on things. He had found lost children, checked stealthily on smokey fires of those passing through, and chased down merchants that had tried to wrong the community.
He didn’t mind if it was just him and Jeff, his German Shepard. Jeff was his most recent trainee, at two years old, and one of Leo’s best. He’d taught the dog a range of commands, and was always working on more. The dog had a temperament to please, and was a great addition to his recon missions.
Leo had friends, mostly those in service, but he always wondered what life was like outside the valley.