Name:Paul
Nickname:Haul
Old Job:Army convoy operative
New Job:Driver
Sanity: Shaky but kept together with militant discipline
Appearance:On the road:
Off the road:
Personality:"Fear, fear leads to panic, fear is the mind killer, fear is the death just beyond your sight. If you fear, you die. I have feared once, I have died once, I will not fear again."
"There is a structure to the world, a chain of command, even if it is the food chain. Some bind themselves in the chain, others are bound by another. We are the ones who break the chains."
History:Before the ruination, he was a third generation army child. ROTC, west point, all of that. When he got into the real military, he was saddled with a cushy job driving trucks to keep him out of 'real' danger. But he proved himself to be more than competent in driving the trucks and was soon driving
far more interesting trucks. Eventually the world did collapse and all his family meant nothing 3000 miles away as the bombs went off.
He lost himself for a time but eventually came back to reason when he decided to do more for himself that live for himself in the moment. He needed to uphold what came before him, even if it was all alone. Eventualy his loneliness was lessened by the others who he would come to call friend and family.
Your ride:Depending on function or size of tribe.
Meant to be similar to the bullet farm leader's vehicle, a treaded wagon/ambulance/herse for hauling what we need.
Perhaps the first upgrade for the tribe. Our own Semi with a trophy car strapped to its hood.
Another possible choice to plow through the enemies while carrying tons of cargo.
Weapon of choice: ShotgunSpecialty:Driver of otherworldly skill, Crafting master
Other: