Name: Gilbert Beilschmidt
Age: 23
Gender Male
Status: Survivor
Current Goal: Survive Winter
Personality
Gilbert has many layers to his personality. Outside is his shell, his mask, his defensive mechanism. Disgustingly egotistical at times, he is loud, brash, narcissistic, antagonistic and a jerkass. Seemingly a thug and not someone you want around in the middle of an apocalypse.
Past that he is seemingly a chaotic anti-hero mixed with a soldier. Gilbert knows few limits in the new world and and constantly pushing himself. This is his protective air, his guardian tendencies. A masked seriousness that is constantly looking at the critical points of everything and plotting with the mind of a battle hardened tactician.
Finally is the bit he hardly gets to show. Lazy and calm at times, just wanting to have a good time and spend quality time with someone. Whether it be a friend or a child. The most people see of this side is his enjoyment of a good fight, even if he has to start one himself.
Appearence
Gilbert is 177 centimeters tall, or around 5 foot 9 inches. He has a slim but strong build with most of his weight made up by bone and muscle. His most striking (and seemingly rare) feature is his eyes which are a fierce red with a hint of icy cold blue. His case of albinism and heterochromia iridium (selectoral) is diffidently something that makes him stand out. Getting past his eyes is his light, mistakenly white, hair and pale skin. He keeps most of his skin covered with his clothing.
Gilbert's clothing usually consists of of a black tank top with forest camouflage combats. Over top he wears his armor vest and leather jacket. Usually he wears below the knee leather boots and black gloves. He can also be found with a black and red checkered cowboy scarf and on sunny days it never hurts to wear some sunglasses.
A Bit About Him
This is a cruel world and he can be just as cruel.
Gilbert has now spent his years transferring from teenager to adult in this new world, and although already hardened from the loss of his parents he was never prepared for this. Up until this point him and his brother had survived together, though after that chaotic day Fairview went to hell they have been separated off and on. He struggled for a while to get used to the Dead Frontier and was nowhere the man you will meet.
Gilbert has the particular talent of being able to disassemble and reassemble anything, honed by his former engineering job and his current status as a fixer of the complicated apocalypse produced armors. The missions he excels at are going out and collecting things, he isn't half bad at killing either.
His Past
With busy parents Gilbert was usually watched by his Uncle Frederick, and he formed a strong bond with the uncle. Ultimately he was crushed when the uncle died, though rebounded with time. It was easier when his parents were killed in a car crash, and he found it helpful to lean on his brother for support. The two were able to do this until the outbreak.
After being unable to find his brother Gilbert fled to the farmland surrounding Fairview and slowly made his way back into the city when Nastya's Holdout was formed. With the other frontiersmen Gilbert started East into the deeper parts of the city. After an accident he promptly disappeared from what was to be Dogg's Stockade and he reappeared at Fort Pastor, though only using the fort as a means to repair, heal and restock. No one knows for sure where he goes, but presumably he goes to the South East End Zone to complete personal tasks.