Name: Ewan Faulkner

Age: 44

Gender: Male

Height: 166 cm

Weight: 70 kg


Personality: Ewan’s generally a friendly fellow with no brain-to-mouth filter and a vast collection of pre- and post-war jokes, albeit with a low tolerance of hopeless optimists. But when things go to the dogs, his inner bitter cynic shows. Ewan doesn’t see a reason to plan more than one or two dozen hours ahead, as there is no guarantee he’ll be alive at the end of the day. He loves stories, true or fictional, and will rarely say no to a request to tell or listen to one. He’s also fond of, though not particularly good at, card games.

History: Ewan, an unexceptional kid from Stirling, enlisted in the army at the age of 16. He served as a Challenger 2 driver between 2010 and 2013, even spending eight months in Germany shortly before the war. When the tensions grew even higher, his unit was recalled to Britain and on that fateful day, had arrived to London. Someone somewhere up the administrative food chain screwed up and he and his comrades got to London a full day before the train carrying their tanks was due to arrive. Although he didn’t know it yet, this SNAFU was one of the two things that would save his life. While waiting for their equipment to catch up, Ewan and his crew took the tube to a pub, and as they were getting out at Stockwell station, Ewan stopped to tie his shoe lace, telling his mates to go ahead and he’d catch up. He never had the chance to do so.

As a member of the British Armed Forces at the time, Ewan made his way to the Westminster station to make contact with whatever might have survived from his superiors or the government, hoping to figure out what to do from there. Survivors from the parliament were trying to keep things in check with the help of a few dozen troops that had been assigned to guard the houses of parliament, an effort he joined and stayed part of even after the government fell apart.

Having spent a few years serving on a tank, he knew his way around engines and other machines, so he quickly found something to do in the Tube. Due to his infantry training being long ago and largely forgotten, Ewan continued to serve the Westminster administration in a technical role, maintaining station equipment and leading a team of trainee technicians for a few months. When the radiation levels decreased to survivable levels, he took part in a few surface salvage operations in areas previously secured by scouts. During those trips, he found most of the materials that would become the Scrapheap over the next years.

He left the Westminster administration in 2030. Instead he started offering his services as a freelance mechanic, travelling between Westminster-held as well as the peaceful neighboring stations. Having never left the relative safety if the circle line, Ewan’s combat experience remains quite limited.

Trivia:

• Voiced by Paul McGillion (Carson Beckett, Stargate: Atlantis)

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• Helmet (Police issue, missing the face plate)
• Gas mask (Police issue)
• Anti-stab vest (Police issue)
• Pump-action shotgun (Police issue Remington 870, missing folding stock)
• 12 gauge shells x36 (8+1 in gun, 27 spare)
• Knife (Tube made)

• Mil. Spec ammo for trade (x50 9x19mm, x10 5.56x45mm, x40 12 gauge)
• Crowbar
• Filters (x3 spare)
• Food (Enough for 3 days)
• Water bottle (1 Liter)
• Filter straw
• Dynamo flashlight (Tube made)
• Geiger counter (Tube made)

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Surprisingly positive considering both her life pre-war and what she’s encountered afterwards, she still tries to hold others at a distance. She has a soft spot for the ‘Little Guy’ and despite her early actions in life, she loathes bandits with a passion.


Life stacked the deck against her pretty much from the get go. The daughter of a junkie and whomever she’d fucked to pay for her next fix, Harper was a ward of the child welfare services from an early age. Ending being ‘fostered’ in one of London’s poorer boroughs, she quickly fell in with one of the interminable youth gangs as she entered the school system; by fifteen she’d been in youth detention centers twice (vandalism and robbery) and was what the media would call ‘Known to Police’. All in all her life was looking like it was to wind up a big nothing.

By the time she was eighteen, she’d been locked up a further three times and gotten out just six months before her eighteenth birthday when the world died. She was on a train, about halfway through her intended journey, when the bombs hit; the following several months are a bit of a blur, but the key notes where that she actually found a few of her ‘friends’ and some of their associates, and with this core group, they took to old habits. Bullying and harassing any solo travelers or small enough groups, they became bandits, doing whatever it took to survive. This lasted for several years, where they both gained and lost members, and Harper would have probably stayed in that life, sacrificing slivers of her humanity to survive, had she not returned to the camp one day to find they’d been attacked while she was off trading with a nearby independent station.

From what she could tell, her small group had been overwhelmed by a larger crew of bandits, who’d slaughtered everyone before looting as much as they could carry. She mourned her companions and scavenged what little there still was of value before beginning the long trek back to the station she’d last been at. As she grieved, the loss of her friends eventually made her realize that to survive they all had to work together, rather then preying on one another. From there, she started helping the small group living at Highams Park station build and gather what was needed and when necessary defend from attack. In the years since, she’s taken to travelling the Tube, offering assistance to Independent, Westminster or Commons stations that wish to hire her; that said, she utterly refuses to have any dealings with Lords stations.