Name: Farley
Faction: Blue Eyes, Scavenger. Though safe in the protection of Blue Towers, the faction still needs supplies that are only available in the outside world. Farley is one of the Blue Eyes' scavengers who roam the city collecting things that they need.
Apperance: Standing eight feet and four inches tall and weighing in at nearly four hundred and fifty pounds, Farley is a hulking monster of a man. His shoulders are broad and his limbs are thick and powerful. Numerous scars streak his body. He has a thick brow and a large, chiseled jaw, and a nose that's been broken dozens of times. He sports a scraggly blonde goatee, while the hair on his head is patchy and always shaved. His eyebrows are thin, dark brown lines. His eyes, while small and slightly lopsided, are a beautifully piercing blue, in contrast to the rest of his rather ugly appearance. He speaks in a heavy Germanic accent.
Due to his incredible size and the lack of custom tailors in post-apocalyptia, Farley's attire is mostly patched together out of other items of clothing. His white tanktop is actually an over-stretched business shirt and his vest is a combination of multiple leather jackets crudely sewn together with construction staples. His ruddy blue jeans are likewise fashioned. He wears a pair of heavy steel-toed boots with a thick tread that bumps his height up another two inches.
Personality: Farley is a simple man. He has little mental capacity for hidden meanings or complicated logic; he knows what he knows, and he knows who he trusts, and he trusts what those people tell him. He is an extremely skilled mechanic and electrician, for these are simply systems, ones that he understands and can grasp easily. More intellectual reasonings and thought processes are usually beyond him, and he doesn't waste time pondering them.
Emotionally, Farley is very stable and very absolute; he enjoys thoroughly, loves absolutely, and hates with a vengeance. He is the worst kind of enemy and the best kind of friend. He views relationships with others through a very simple lens; if someone harms him they are an enemy, if they help him they are a friend. The only disruption in this logic is his dogged loyalty to the Blue Eyes, who's word he will often trust above his own instincts.
Equipment: A number of different weapons are almost always within Farley's reach, but his favorite is an
M240 machine gun he calls "Poker", which he wields easily without a bipod. He usually carries a short-barreled shotgun on his belt, as a sidearm, and a large army knife. Ammo is always on his person or nearby in his truck, and various mechanic's tools for when he needs to take something apart or perform maintenance.
Vehicle: Victory through superior monstrosity is the notion behind the 12 ton beast of a vehicle that is Farley's "truck". It is more tank than automobile; an apocalypse machine of obscene proportions. Layers of armor plating, six man-sized tires that can traverse any terrain and a trio of audaciously powerful engines make the truck a speeding fortress. Generations worth of modifications have completely erased whatever the original vehicle was, and replaced it with a godlike abomination of mechanical engineering. It can carry more cargo than anyone in the city would care to know about, and defend it too. The truck's roof sports a shielded M134 minigun which can be controlled from inside the cab.
Quote: "Kwote? What is... what? That is dumb! No, go away. No, don't touch my gun!"
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