Max

NAME: Max Warren

SPECIES: Human

RACE: Asian

GENDER: Male

AGE: 21

S.P.E.C.I.A.L. (40 POINTS TO DISTRIBUTE): S:6, P:7, E:6, C:3, I:5, A:7, L:6

FACTION/GROUP/UNAFFILIATED: None.

SEGMENT IN FACTION/GROUP:N/A

WEAPON PREFERENCE: Sawn-off double barrel shotgun and a .44 revolver with the scope. Carries brass knuckles and a machete as well. Has a heavy duty spear gun too but it’s heavy so he doesn’t always carry it with him. Occasionally fashions makeshifts weapons, but they never really last…

AUGMENTATIONS: Metal plate in his right shin from when he badly broke his leg (claims it makes his kicks hit harder but we’ll never really know).

SKILLS: Repair, Small Guns, Melee, Survival.

BIRTH PLACE: Somewhere near the coasts of the Maryland wastes.

OCCUPATION: Drifter

HISTORY OF CHARACTER: Max Warren was raised on rickety old riverboat by his aunt, Auntie Jill. Never knowing what happened to his parents aside from ‘’they died’’, he learned to live with what he has and try to make the best of things. One way of doing this is by collecting junk and fashioning them into tools and weapons. He has a knack for it, but they’re never completely stable and are prone to breaking frequently…

Max and his Auntie travel the network of rivers and inlets long the east coast, trading and collecting junk whenever they can. It’s not an easy life and they attract a lot of attention from raiders and scoundrels, but they make the best of it. Regret is not part of their vocabulary.

FAMILY: Parents are dead. Auntie Jill cares for him.

PERSONALITY: Naturally curious and brave, but has a smartass attitude that can get him into trouble. Intelligent but can never grasp the bigger picture and isn’t very well educated. Impulsive and manipulative when he wants to get something, but genuinely loyal to close friends.

HAIR/FACIAL HAIR: Always has a dirty face. Tried to keep cleanly shaven so he doesn’t grow a Commie moustache.

EYES: Brown

SKIN FEATURES: Tanned and usually covered in dirt or grime. Has several small scars over his body, and a big one on his right shin.

BODY TYPE/HEIGHT: Tall, fit, and slim.

CLOTHING/ARMOUR: Leather duster most of the time, but has some pre-war clothes for when he relaxes. Carries a big pack that holds his gear and junk.

JEWELRY/ACCESSORIES: A small silver band he keeps on his right ring finger. Auntie Jill claims it’s his father’s but he doesn’t really know.

LIKES: Tinkering, being on the water, pre-war inventions

DISLIKES: Radiation, Communists, and irritating people

FEARS: Heights, cramped spaces, radroaches, dehydration

AMBITIONS: To build a navy and travel the rivers and seas

REASONS FOR AMBITIONS: It’s a dream he never expects to happen. And who wouldn’t want an apocalyptic navy anyway?