Name: Peter Van Drexler
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Not sexual at all, Asexual you can say... For now.
Appearance:
(his hair is bright white)
Mutations: Can change his voice to mimic any other (ie. Woman, robot, raspy)
Weapons: A 4x scoped (t)rusty old Lee-Enfeild rifle he bought off a scavenger years ago and as his melee (or rather unarmed) a pair of sturdy brass nuckles.
Gear (within satchel): A compass, maps, bedrole, 45 rounds of ammo (.303), pencil, sharpener, little black book, a king james bible, Geiger counter, binoculars, 5x morphine auto-injectors, a pair of tap shoes and $7.50.
Faction: none at the moment.
Currency: $7.50
Brief history: Peter, he is simple guy. Doesn't like to talk much, but when he does he has something important to say. He was born on a caravan heading west, and was raised there for six months before raiders hit it. Killing every one, exept Peter that is, he was found by a female raider, the name still rings in his ears after all this time, Evangeline. She taught him to read, to write, to live, to worship and most importantly to him, to dance. He'd tap all night trying to get the steps right. And one day he got it, but it was not the happy day he expected, a group of vigilantes raided the camp-out killing everyone, he managed to get away but only by letting her die. He roamed the wastes for years after that, living in depression and misery taking up morphine to dull the pains in his mind, he wasn't a bad guy to talk to just, really quiet, he'd listen, he'd nod, he'd smile weakly but wouldn't say much.
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Sexuality: Not sexual at all, Asexual you can say... For now.
Appearance:
(his hair is bright white)
Mutations: Can change his voice to mimic any other (ie. Woman, robot, raspy)
Weapons: A 4x scoped (t)rusty old Lee-Enfeild rifle he bought off a scavenger years ago and as his melee (or rather unarmed) a pair of sturdy brass nuckles.
Gear (within satchel): A compass, maps, bedrole, 45 rounds of ammo (.303), pencil, sharpener, little black book, a king james bible, Geiger counter, binoculars, 5x morphine auto-injectors, a pair of tap shoes and $7.50.
Faction: none at the moment.
Currency: $7.50
Brief history: Peter, he is simple guy. Doesn't like to talk much, but when he does he has something important to say. He was born on a caravan heading west, and was raised there for six months before raiders hit it. Killing every one, exept Peter that is, he was found by a female raider, the name still rings in his ears after all this time, Evangeline. She taught him to read, to write, to live, to worship and most importantly to him, to dance. He'd tap all night trying to get the steps right. And one day he got it, but it was not the happy day he expected, a group of vigilantes raided the camp-out killing everyone, he managed to get away but only by letting her die. He roamed the wastes for years after that, living in depression and misery taking up morphine to dull the pains in his mind, he wasn't a bad guy to talk to just, really quiet, he'd listen, he'd nod, he'd smile weakly but wouldn't say much.
