Name: Alexander Ashton aka Lex
Appearance: Alex is fairly short, around five foot five; this is partially offset by his heavy frame and wide shoulders. His ragged grey blonde hair is tied in a messy ponytail, underneath his faded grey worker's cap. Dull blue eyes are framed by his soft, but scarred face.
History: Alex was born in the Royal Canadian Commonwealth, dumped as a foundling and picked up by a travelling trader. His early life was a mess of trade relations, special 'deals', bandit attacks and the unending clink of bottlecaps. By the time he was of age, Alex was already a proficient trader in his own right, with a small fortune saved and traded over time. He eventually bought his very own pack brahmin, and set off southwards in hopes of sucking the life out of the American Dream.
Personality: Alex is a very shrewd individual, both in business and as a person. Through charm, persistence and whatever leverage he can find, he is quite capable of turning any deal to his profit; this is true for normal conversation as well. Alex has a habit of casually manipulating people, often without realising it. Despite this, he is a generally nice, chilled out young man.
Equipment: As a travelling trader, Alex has several hundred caps worth of salvage and other equipment stored with his brahmin. His personal equipment is quite simple; he prefers to wear a thick grey overcoat with extra pockets sewn into the outer level and wears no real armour. His only weapon is a five round 7.92 bolt action hunting rifle, which he keeps hanging from a leather strap across his chest.
Skills: Alex has a high degree of skill in speech and bartering, and is also quite adept at repairing equipment. He has practically no ability to fight, although he is slowly investing time in learning to use guns.
Occupation: Travelling caravan trader, currently travelling solo
Other: His brahmin, Kyle, is a right stroppy git.