Name: Logan Deke (Prefers to go by his last name.)
Age: 37
Sex: Male
Species: Human (Wastelander)
Appearance:
Favors a red plaid shirt, gray undershirt, denim vest, jeans and hiking boots, all of which are as ratty and mangy as one would expect a scavenger's clothes to be. He's also rarely seen without his 'Loot Sack' (A moth-eater burlap sack)
Tag Skills: Guns, Repair, Survival.
Perks:
Tribal Knowledge: As he roamed around the wastes, Deke's spent more than a little time with the tribals and learned from there the secrets to not only living off the land, but thriving in the wastes.
Gun Nut: Deke does indeed love guns, and he's spent years learning how to maintain conventinal firearms of all kinds.
Jury Rigging: The life of a scavenger isn't an easy one, and Deke's had to learn the hard way how to made due with what he can find. He's learned how to use repair a number of items with scrap from similar pieces. Don't ask him how he can repair a double-barrel shotgun with a pump-action's parts, though. He has no fucking idea.
Equipment: Burlap sack ("The Loot Sack"), double-barrel 12 gauge shotgun, 20 shells for said shotgun, spare parts, 50 bottle caps.
Bio: There isn't too much to be said about this sorry son of a bitch. Born and raised out in the Eirie Stretch, Deke spent most of his childhood scavving in the ruins of old resorts with his father, and most of his teenage years causing trouble in his hometown of Norwalk (What was left of it.) Eventually he left home in his early 20s and set out to find his fortune as a mercenary, a career at which he proved to be unsuccesful. Frustrated, he went back to his roots as a scavenger, trying his best to make a living off the scrap and salvage he could find. Lately he's partnered up with another wastelander, probably the smartest thing he'd ever done, and now heads down with them to the Southeast to see what opportunities await there...
Special:
Strength 6
Perception 5
Endurance 6
Charisma 4
Intelligence 5
Agility 8
Luck 5