And here it is.
Name: Edgar Oscar Constant
Age: 35
Faction Alignment: Unaffiliated; he cares little for politics or the personal agendas of the presumptuous enforcers of belief, preferring the company of his books and haphazard projects to that of other people.
History: Edgar was a bright young man, plunged into a dark future by the arrogant and self-righteous, and the war-pigs who perpetuated the tension of religious extremists and international threats threefold, catapulting the world into turmoil, filling its people with worry, and sinking despair, if they were not ignorant enough to serve their country with their blind sense of patriotism. The war did not determine who was right, only who was left.
There was no warning when the bombs dropped. No alarm. They were not dropped on soldiers, but on the innocent of the country that the soldiers were “fighting for”. Edgar was at his grandfather’s house when the unearthly bright light shone through the windows and illuminated the city; it was as though the gates of hell had been opened before them, and the mortals were about to be weighed and measured, and many would be found wanting.
The two relatives found their way to the railways stations after the heavenly force had levelled most of the city, Edgar’s quite paranoid grandparent insisting it would be the safest place, below the surface and away from civilisation. Of course, they had brought plenty of their books along with them; Edgar was a keen engineer, physicist and, chemist, also known to dabble in the biological side of science.
Two years after setting up a home, no more than a dishevelled hovel, but better than some of the squalid conditions, and far superior to the deeper tunnels, his grandfather died. Edgar became withdrawn after this event, as he had accompanied the man everywhere, the familiar voice comforting him in the way a mother’s voice soothes a crying babe, a family connection.
Having made no real connections, the introverted lifestyle Edgar adopted did not affect many people. He still respected the need for community effort and helped maintain lights, circuitry, and other engines that would have soon fallen into disrepair if not for his aid. However, aside from this, he was rarely seen out in public, his home behind a large metal door, wherein he tinkered with various pre-disaster bit of machinery and odd mechanisms, just to see what he could make, or how something worked, coming up with several amusing and potentially dangerous contraptions which he kept. Eventually, after the death of the residents next to Edgar, he was able to expand his abode, adding another smaller room, which house various putrefying or preserved bodies of irradiated creatures, such as rats or hounds, and sometimes larger, exploring and noting anything he discovered. Practically all the books he owned, stacked neatly against one wall, had been well read from cover to blurb at least thrice over. After fresh literature was no longer available, and he had the main ideas of all his books imprinted into his mind, available at any time for recall, Edgar’s self-propositions and investigations became the only medium for original and exciting knowledge to be reconnoitred. Edgar became perhaps a bit too consumed with his work, drawing even further to himself, coming out only once or twice a week when his mind was busiest.
Skills and Talents: A naturally talented and gifted individual, with a wealth-provided education, and a mind that could have challenged the greats, if not for the abrupt end to his prolonged and profound studies. He has knowledge of physics, engineering, chemistry and biology, and is well-versed into the ideas of many relevant authors, which he is proud of, adding to his aloofness.
Equipment And Weapons: Gas mask, knife, experiments and a modified dynamo torch
Appearance: Edgar, whilst not particularly old, has a grizzled face, with lines from stress and concentration plaguing around his eyes, mouth, and his brow. A slovenly kept beard, matted in several places from abandon and languidness from its owner, dominates the lower half of his face, above which rests a defined nose, and bright azure pools for eyes, which always seemed to be squinting in a most judgemental manner. Further above still, atop his head rests a straggled mop of loose curls, the same coal-black as his beard.
Location: Most likely “with the flames”.
Other things: Edgar has a curious fascination with anthropomorphism, not necessarily hating the afflicted, but not viewing them as equals either, more as a wonder that science need to explain and chart. He also speaks basic French and has an interest in classical poetry.