Olaf Ingvarsson

Blond, tanned, swedish wasteland Doctor.


The descendant of a family who’d moved south from Minnesota for some warmer weather. His medical knowledge has been picked up from manuals and practice on corpses.

This hasn’t helped his bedside manner much.

When away from a settlement to tend to some Brahmin farmers, he was set upon by raiders and left for dead. Never one to hold much of a grudge, he’s looking for some work and tougher companions so he can save up for a decent medical bag again. One day he’ll be able to afford a butcher’s apron, if he’s lucky.

Olaf Ingvarsson

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