Abram Osborn Basic Information Name:Abram Osborn Age:50s D.O.B: March 7, 1968 Height: 5'10" Weight: 177 lbs. Episode Information First Seen:1-1 Last Seen:1-1 Pre-Apoc Occupations Botonist:Lab Worker Botonist:Vegetable Stand Owner USPS:Rural Carrier Associate Post-Apoc Occupations Survivor: Bookkeeper Botonist: Farmer Botonist: Herbalist Known Information: The old man is a traveler, smalltime farmer, botanist, and herbalist. Often bustling from camp to camp, he frequently has a number of salves, poultices, and herbal potions for sale to help the weary, the injured, and the sick. While he is said to be a trader, he frequently offers goods for free to various groups--often before bustling off, once more, to whatever daily task he is about. The man is said to have a small hovel in the Valley's far eastern farmland, one which rests against dark woods and turning paths. While few have traveled to the farm, it reportedly houses a number of supply trucks, produce, dry rations, and farming equipment. These days, Abram Osborn has been seen bustling about the Valley Station Mall, either taking brief journal notes of stock, dropping off herbal goods, or working on various barricades within the complex. Appearance: Abram stands at 5'10" and weighs 176 lbs. His hair is ashy for his age, fading into a thick beard. The man has well-defined cheekbones and a slim, slightly athletic build. He often wears a dark jacket, blue jeans, and worker's boots. The man is reportedly in his late 40s or 50s, yet his mop of hair and somewhat haggard stature betrays what little youth is left in the man. He has a somewhat bulbous nose between two bright, blue eyes and bushy, ashy gray eyebrows. More often than not, the man can be seen traveling with goods and nature's wares for trade via two Alice packs drawn together with hemp and slung about his shoulders--an herb bag at his side which clips an assortment of woodland instruments and tactical tools. Personality: It's said the man is kind enough, often offering food, water, and supplies in whatever abode he resides in. An herbalist, botanist, and resident farmer, it isn't rare to see the man bustling about the river or woodland edge in search of herbal remedies and edibles to satiate local survivors. Known to be a somewhat stern man upon first appearance, Abram normally folds to that of a kindhearted demeanor to those he's lucky enough to call his friends. Still a bit old-fashioned, the man might chortle off a moral saying or two in difficult times, despite the trials and errors inherent in a desolate landscape filled with conflict--and in his own mistakes. He's reportedly a father, a husband, and decent enough of a friend to those he travels with. Sometimes unabashedly 'fatherly' to his companions, his is a friendship which is normally unwavering to those who get to know him. The man might seem haunted by his past, at times, growing increasingly quiet as if he's aged yet another few years in just the previous weeks. He often disappears for days at a time, only to return with fresh foods, a story or two, and resolve to help wherever he can. Such a distance and ease of comradery could certainly be considered odd, yet the man is allegedly a kindred spirit who simply has his quirks about him. It isn't rare for him to nose about, often learning about those he travels with as he shares a campfire tale or two himself.