Name: Torben Collins
Age: 36
Faction Alignment: He lives in Union Station, but he doesn't care enough about any of the major factions or their stupid causes. He's just out for himself and his mother.
History: Torben and his mother were originally from Tasmania in Australia. They were tourists in DC when the nukes fell, and given that nuclear war tends to destroy human capabilities of international travelling, they ended up stuck here. Not only that, but the apocalypse also made him one of the most depraved individuals living in the more populated stations. Whereas he shrugged off all the taunting and bullying he went through before the nuclear cataclysm because of his short height, it's like all that he once brushed off became intrusive thoughts that drove him to madness, misanthropy, cannibalism, and sadism. He became obsessed with revenge. Obsessed with kidnapping, murdering, and raping those who wronged him, their families too, and for as little as people making ignorant questions about his height. "Why are you so short?" became legitimate grounds for his strand of "discipline and punishment", which is what he uses to justify why he acts out on his most sadistic fantasies. And as far as anyone knows, he's just a creepy little clothing merchant that still lives with his mother, but alas there are still rumors running around with how he lures people into the darker places in the underground surrounding Union Station to commit a week or more of torture and imprisonment to anyone he doesn't like before he kills them and makes a good stew out of their bodies. Don't think I mentioned he was a good cook as well, did I?
Skills and Talents: Perhaps it's more luck than anything, but he's definitely talented at getting away with the horribly shit he does. He also does well as both a merchant and a cook, and he follows a philosophy of "Waste not, want not". He will use as much of the bodies of what (or who) he kills as he can before he considers wasting.
Equipment And Weapons: Ruger LCP .380 ACP pocket pistol, and any sharp or pointy objects he can get his grubby little hands on.
Appearance: He's a 4-foot creepy little ball of anger. You even so much as look at him and you simply can tell there's definitely something really off with this little guy, but you simply can't put your finger on what makes him seem like that.
Location: Union Station
Other things: He and his mother still retain their Australian accents.