Name: Loken
Nickname: scrap rat
Age: 19
appearance: Old refurbished gas mask. Shorter and skinnier then most my age. Bald with clockwork tattoos running down the base of my skull onto my back. Wearing a mixture of scrap clothe and bits and pieces of metal. Face is bruised from the many fights over food with others my age.
Personality: quiet and a good listener tends to keep to ones self. Has a huge stroke of curiosity and likes finding how things work. More of a machine person then a people person which is where the nickname comes from on account of him spending so much time taking apart scrap.
Bio: Grew up in a settlement just like most others. Worked alongside parents at and early age. After they died, was left to fend for himself. He spent more time going through older parts of the settlement and trading scrap then actually working. Others his age saw the luck he had at finding particularly useful scrap, and him being smaller then most led to many fights with the others. After awhile Loken got used to this sort of thing and learned to fend for himself. after a few more years he decided maybe he could use his skills and find more valuable items outside the settlement which meant one thing he had to find a way outside the settlement and a way to survive the horrors that laid beyond the barricades...
Unique traits: Smaller stature so easier to get into tight spaces and also a mechanic wiz
Equipment: Gas mask (obviously XD), a few spare air filters, small tool belt (incomplete, just a few basics), helmet and make shift shoulder pads/chest piece (low quality chest piece basically a piece of sheet metal), water canteen, knife (not much use), a refurbished Gauss pistol with a few extra power charges, a side satchel, and last a roll of clothe.
Motto: one mans trash is another mans treasure and every piece of scrap has a purpose.