name: Angus O'Neill
faction: not really ina faction, but maintains close ties to the red eagles
appearance: tall and ghoulish. he has pale skin that is scarred and pealing, his eyes are grey with cataracts (though he can still see, bizzarely) very red mouth and yellow-grey teeth. so irradiated that he glows slightly in the dark. his hair is grey in colour but maintains some of its original brown. he wears a black and white pinstripe suit, stained and tattered, a formal black trilby with a red ribbon and a tattered white feather
personality: utterly nuts. bonkers. 3 fries short of a happy meal. O'Neill is a friendly soul but has a burning hatred for the Green Gems and Blue Eyes (who he refers to as fanatics and yokels respectively) saying that "it was their kind who caused all this!" speaks in a loud voice and has gathered a small tribe dedicated to rebuilding humanity, but doing it right. they call themselves the Descendants but are not powerful enough to make any real difference (let's say about 20 people). if Angus sounds decent from all this, then you're in for a shock because every day, at exactly 10 in the morning, he will walk into the radiation and preach about the day the world ended, before screaming his lungs out and striking the next person he sees. all-in-all, a nice man with severe delusions and an inability to let go.
equipment: a 44 magnum revolver, a laptop (long run out of power, but will plug it in to any socket he finds intact and press the button just to see if it works) a first aid kit, a fencing rapier sharpened regularly and a notepad and pencil, which he uses to jost down any thoughts that come to him.
vehicle: a carrefully maintained hydrogen powerd car with the chasis of a 1930s bentley, used simply for style, cover folded out from the seats and a machine gun turret that can be fitted through the sunroof. black.
quote: "no. nonononono! never kill someone straight out! they need a chance! a second chance! if people gave others one of those, none of this would have happened..."