Tripp, a tall, skinny, short-black haired human with an everpresant blank stare, was walking through the broken remains of a town. on his back he had a handmade pouch with limited food, a make shift axe of a stick tied to a rock, and the only thing of his family he has left...a coupon to wendy's that expired fifty years earlier. He traveled in hopes of finding a group of people to ally with but probably not for long.<br/><br/>(a further description of tripp is available in my signatures link)