Torben Waldmüller

Name: Torben Waldmüller

Gender: Male

Age: 34

Nationality: German (Caucasian)

Hair Colour: Black

Eye Colour: Blue

Height: 5'9''

Weight: 178 lbs.

Distinguishing Physical Characteristics:

Three scars found below the left side of the rib cage, likely inflicted by knife wounds. Burn scar on the back of the right hand, extending from the knuckles to the wrist. Missing first and second segments of left little finger.

Immediate Family:

Tomas Waldmüller (Father), Agatha Waldmüller (Mother), Klaus Waldmüller (Youngest Sibling, Brother), Eva Waldmüller (Eldest Sibling, Sister).

Health Issues:

Documented injuries sustained from an estimated decade of homelessness and crime, likely obtained from home owners defending their property during break and entry, street fighting and disputes. Long term nutritional deficit has left him thinner in build than he should be, though his muscle mass remains intact his build has become far more wiry. Mentally, suffers from a variety of undiagnosed mental symptoms, likely stemming from PTSD obtained through the previously mentioned decade as well as recent times.

Personality:

Torben in recent days has taken a gradual turn for the worse. He spends his days gathering objects he deems useful to him, though not all objects hoarded by him could be considered especially useful. On the rare occasion he engages in conversation with other people, rather than simply shooting them to take what's theirs, his ability to converse seems strained. Long silences, awkward phrasing and the occasional physical tremor or twitch give the impression of a deeply troubled man with some degree of mental illness. This being said, Torben's mental state is radically improved by certain creature comforts; remnants of the days prior to the outbreak, which he prizes higher than gold. Intact works of literature, especially on historical or philosophical subjects as well as certain music calms him and allows him to operate in silence without the obvious signs of being a broken man. This being said, the obvious value he attaches to these things means he takes disproportionate offense to any overtures of taking his possessions. Even the simple act of picking up one of his books may provoke a violent episode. His current most prized possession is a still-functional if antiquated music player; a bastardized device that falls in the gulf between modern iPod and the forgotten Walkman, and the music collection included with it. For as long as the city of Carthage has a few batteries left, Torben will go scavenging for the means to hear his favorite bands play.




Background:

Born originally in Germany, Torben and his family immigrated to America at the behest of other family members who had already established themselves comfortably. Lured by the promise of a new start, the family quickly set down roots and thrived. Torben, however, was the unlucky black sheep of the family. While his siblings occupied themselves with their own business dealings, Torben's investments crashed into an abyss from which there was no return. Rather than confess his situation and seek help, he continually lied to his family regarding his own circumstances and presented himself as being prolifically wealthy as he secretly strained to recover financially.

In the end however, his efforts were not enough and his situation worsened. Again, rather than turning to his family, he opted to silently dissapear in the hopes that he could begin again. As the days rolled into weeks, the weeks rolled into months and every passing day Torben's situation saw little improvement. He travelled west across America, eventually graduating to become little more than a vagrant. Within two years he was forced to survive on the streets, stealing and fighting for the means to live.

Arriving in Carthage in early 2014, Torben settled in for the long term for a time, finding a comfortable niche as an unseen thief; breaking and entering into people's homes during their workdays, stealing what he liked and occasionally helping himself to a shower and shave. He had begun stockpiling enough personal possessions to perhaps falsify a new life for himself and gain employment when the epidemic hit. His already eccentric and untreated mental issues garnered over the years were further worsened by the sights he witnessed in the early days, causing him to withdraw from what little social contact he was previously capable of.