Inquisitive farmboy with a bit of a reckless streak.
Tough, independent. Tends towards solitude. Wears a worn leather duster and work boots, as well as loose shirts, sleeveless t-shirts, and similar, as well as jeans.
Lost his parents just after turning eighteen, and with nowhere else to go, and no real plans, took over the family farm by himself.
Obsession: To know, to understand.
Rage Stimulus: People harming those unable to fight back.
Fear Stimulus: Driving at Night.
Noble Stimulus: Doing what needs to be done, even when no-one will thank you for doing it.
His parents died suddenly in a car crash in his early twenties, and he took posession of the farm. he worked it, but he kept thinking he saw his dad still doing the rounds. And then he started finding chores done when he knew he didn’t do them. Things got easier for him, and when he had a handle on things, he finally saw his dad one last time, and this time it wasn’t in a way that he could think he imagined it. A tip of the hat, a smile and a thumbs up, and his dad faded into the night.
|Won’t Back Down From a Fight||25%|
|If It Has An Engine, I Can Drive It||25%|
|Make the First Move||25%|
Colt 1911 (WW2) (Capacity: 9+1) (Damage: 60)
Browning 10 Gauge (Capacity: 5) (Damage: 135 (Buckshot)/ 80 (Slug))
Baseball Bat (damage bonus +3)
Buck Knife (Damage bonus +3)
Wallet, Keys, lighter, pocket flashlight, buck knife in a holster at the small of my back. Longcoat (if it’s not sunny or if it’s cold) Baseball Bat under the seat of my pickup, shovel in the bed as well as some bags of mulch and black dirt, and a couple pails of gravel. Broad brimmed cowboy style hat.