You are a human, doesn't sound too exciting right? Well that's true, but then again it's the apocalypse. Now a days most humans have a special skill, aptly named a Back Hand Skill, this Back Hand Skill is something you're very skilled at. You know it like the back of your hand, hence the name

Name:

Age: (9-25)

Gender:

Back Hand Skill:

Clothes: (if you have a picture then you can combine this with looks)

Looks:

Personality:

Weapon: (if any)

Backstory: (is optional, but must fit the story line)

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My OC + Example form

Name: Xenith

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Back Hand Skill: He can grow just about anything, just about anywhere

Clothes: Old worn blue jeans, a black t-shirt that's a size too small and slightly torn around the edges, brown work boots tucked under his pant legs

Looks: tan skin, muscular build, grey eyes, brown hair, 5'10

Personality: kind, not very talkative, smart, helping

Weapon: shotgun

Backstory: he grew up as an only child with his parents on a small cactus farm, however, his farm was recently raided by bandits. Both his father and mother were killed in the raid, but he was spared to keep the farm running. Instead he decided to flee and is now traveling to Epsilon