@Helperbot 9000
Name:Shearod
Nickname:Shea
Age:24
Appearance: I have a buzzcut, black hair. scar across my chin, Crooked nose, heavily tattooed across back and shoulders, running down arms. Dark grey clothing, combat boots. small rucksack for personal effects. dark green eyes with specks of brown close to the pupil, 6’ 1’’ Medium weight(about 179) Heavily muscled. Missing half of left ring finger.
Personality: Shearod is a Maverick, a free spirit, he is constantly defying his superiors, and always looking for a fight.
Biography: Born in the lower levels of the industry, i spent most of my time climbing the structures around, constantly trying to find new spaces to hide myself from the world. Growing up i got into alot of fights, had to learn to defend myself hand to hand. After a while people started using knifes, i never much favored them, so i focused on disarming my opponent. Once I was old enough I joined the Military and performed as an Explosives Specialist, I served two years disarming and rescuing civilians. Then the wormhole came, now i spend my days scavenging, and hiding from the raiders in the wastelands, i don’t have a home anymore, just a place to rest my head.
Unique Trait: Explosives Training, Freerunning, Military Marksmanship
Equipment: Gas Mask, Light Body armor, Two light automatic pistols, one sub machine gun iron sights. Ammunition belt, 5 extra clips, one concussion grenade.
Motto: No Guts, No Glory
Name:Shearod
Nickname:Shea
Age:24
Appearance: I have a buzzcut, black hair. scar across my chin, Crooked nose, heavily tattooed across back and shoulders, running down arms. Dark grey clothing, combat boots. small rucksack for personal effects. dark green eyes with specks of brown close to the pupil, 6’ 1’’ Medium weight(about 179) Heavily muscled. Missing half of left ring finger.
Personality: Shearod is a Maverick, a free spirit, he is constantly defying his superiors, and always looking for a fight.
Biography: Born in the lower levels of the industry, i spent most of my time climbing the structures around, constantly trying to find new spaces to hide myself from the world. Growing up i got into alot of fights, had to learn to defend myself hand to hand. After a while people started using knifes, i never much favored them, so i focused on disarming my opponent. Once I was old enough I joined the Military and performed as an Explosives Specialist, I served two years disarming and rescuing civilians. Then the wormhole came, now i spend my days scavenging, and hiding from the raiders in the wastelands, i don’t have a home anymore, just a place to rest my head.
Unique Trait: Explosives Training, Freerunning, Military Marksmanship
Equipment: Gas Mask, Light Body armor, Two light automatic pistols, one sub machine gun iron sights. Ammunition belt, 5 extra clips, one concussion grenade.
Motto: No Guts, No Glory