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Name: Rigzin 'Rig' Carter
Path: Green — but he buries it deep.
Role: Road'Slinger (Road Warrior / Leadslinger)
Gear: He's got a 'bike. He'd prefer a car. Something with some space to stretch out, make a home, store the goods. But this'll do. Last fella owned it doesn't need it no more. It's decent fast, and nothin' too precious that he wouldn't trade its life for a mark in the 'W' column. He carries a piece at his side. Holds more bullets than he's ever seen in one place (currently he has four. One more that he's not completely sure about.) Bit 'o tin keeps the flash from the muzzle to a minimum. Bit 'o bodge traps the spent brass. Bit 'o this 'n that keeps the grips from falling apart. For when the bullets don't speak yelly enough, he's got a shotty, too. Used ta be a flare gun, back in the before. But it was sleeved to accept a single breech-loaded 12 gauge shot shell. (he currently has three, but they may, or may not be any good...) Nobody worth the salt walks the wastes without a blade. He carries a knife always. Can't count on the boomers. Last bit of business is the bat. That's usually slung behind his back. (but shhhh.... don't tell anyone I said so.)
Personality: Rig's not much for wordstuff. Never seems to do him much good. Most don't take kindly to it when you're an outlander. Come to think of it, Rig's not much for people. For the talkings, or otherwise. Too much trouble. Leads to the snuffing. Which he doesn't appreciate either. Folks'd be best off if they steered clear, seems to be.
History: Been across the wastes, long ways. Seen a lot, done enough to see through two half-lifes. What more is there to say?
Name: Rigzin 'Rig' Carter
Path: Green — but he buries it deep.
Role: Road'Slinger (Road Warrior / Leadslinger)
Gear: He's got a 'bike. He'd prefer a car. Something with some space to stretch out, make a home, store the goods. But this'll do. Last fella owned it doesn't need it no more. It's decent fast, and nothin' too precious that he wouldn't trade its life for a mark in the 'W' column. He carries a piece at his side. Holds more bullets than he's ever seen in one place (currently he has four. One more that he's not completely sure about.) Bit 'o tin keeps the flash from the muzzle to a minimum. Bit 'o bodge traps the spent brass. Bit 'o this 'n that keeps the grips from falling apart. For when the bullets don't speak yelly enough, he's got a shotty, too. Used ta be a flare gun, back in the before. But it was sleeved to accept a single breech-loaded 12 gauge shot shell. (he currently has three, but they may, or may not be any good...) Nobody worth the salt walks the wastes without a blade. He carries a knife always. Can't count on the boomers. Last bit of business is the bat. That's usually slung behind his back. (but shhhh.... don't tell anyone I said so.)
Personality: Rig's not much for wordstuff. Never seems to do him much good. Most don't take kindly to it when you're an outlander. Come to think of it, Rig's not much for people. For the talkings, or otherwise. Too much trouble. Leads to the snuffing. Which he doesn't appreciate either. Folks'd be best off if they steered clear, seems to be.
History: Been across the wastes, long ways. Seen a lot, done enough to see through two half-lifes. What more is there to say?