Jerry Biggs
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Join date: 2012-02-09
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---The Basics---
Name: Jerry "Bonehead" Biggs
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Species: Impure
---Appearance---
Hair Color: Red
Hair Style: Mohawk
Facial Hair Color: Red
Facial Hair Style: Bushy beard with a long mustache braided at both ends
Eye Color: Amber
Height: 5'0
Weight: 250 lbs
Build: Stocky
Distinguishing features:
Dwarvish appearance
-Scars: small scar that goes over his left eye and trails down to his jawline
-Tattoos: A simple tattoo of a mountain range on the left side of his head
Usual attire:
Clad in patchwork armour he pieced together over the years from scavenging the ruins and his opponents. It consists of leather scraps, the only whole piece is a leather apron he came across, which are then adorned by bits of metal plating. The metal itself is worn, broken, or hammered so poorly it leaves each piece with jagged, sharp edges that make grappling with him a foolhardy strategy. Though the metal seems uncomfortable at first glance, Jerry has bent the pieces to provide optimal movement (though scratching his back proves to be an issue). Nailed to the chest plate, which seems to be a chunk of a car’s grill, is a battered yield sign. His most prized pieces are the gauntlets. They are old welder’s gloves that, like the rest of his armour, is adorned with scrap metal. The metal has been bent and sharpened to create spikes along his knuckles. To match his haggard armour, he wears a pair of old work boots that are tied on with rope as the laces have long been lost with a single small spike adorning the toe of the left boot and an extra plate of metal covering his right.
Beneath the armour is a simple, worn out t-shirt with more dirt than dye and a pair of threadbare, denim jeans.
---Background---
Birth Place: Adirondack Mountains
Date of Birth: May 2
Occupation: Mercenary
Dossier and Achievements:
Formerly of the MountainTrekker Tribe. Achieved the nickname "Bonehead" for having literally gone head-to-head against opponents on many occasions. Very short tempered when his height is addressed. Well known for brawling. Engage at your own discretion. Also has a noxious odour about him. Breathe at your own discretion.
Biography:
Biggs was born into a tribe roaming the Adironack Mountains just within the border of what had been Canada that called themselves the Mountaintrekkers. The tribe was toughened by constant conflict with both the mutants and themselves. This also left them low in number and willing to let any children live, even a runt such as Jerry. Even among a tribe of impures, the squat form of Jerry Biggs was a peculiar sight and among a tribe of warriors it meant he would most likely be weak. To this day Biggs has said that is utter bull.
Growing up in a warmongering tribe as the runt of the litter wasn’t easy, but Biggs had a tenacity that evened the playing ground. When one of his fellows tried to mock his height, they were met with a bonebreaking headbutt or a shot to the groan that laid them low. Biggs fought like an animal in order to survive among them.
When he was 14, the age his tribe deemed appropriate for transitioning to manhood, he and the others were pushed into a ring and forced to brawl until only one stood. The moment it began, Biggs tossed himself into the thick of it, biting, bashing, gnawing and gnashing his way through the others. In the end, only one stood while the rest lie in agony. Only a single, five foot figure remained conscious enough to remain on his feet. This gave him boundless amounts of pleasure and he made sure the others knew without discretion.
By the age of 20 Biggs was a well-known fighter among his tribe, not the greatest, but he made it a point that his height wasn’t the reason. It wasn’t long after that with the constant infighting and the skirmishes with the mutants, the Mountaintrekkers were so few in number that they found themselves helpless against the onslaught of one final fight with the mutants of the north. Though the Mountaintrekkers initially held their ground, what had started as a glorious fight fast became a rout and a run for their lives to the south.
Now numbering only a few handfuls, the Mountaintrekkers dispersed, some leaving to start smaller settlements or join pre-existing ones, others left to join the Sons of Washington while Biggs and a small group decided to take to the east coast, but rather than join up with the Sons, they took to becoming mercenaries. For years Biggs took on jobs with other bands of mercenaries, forsaking most of his former tribesman, as well as taking jobs as a caravan guard and escort for other travellers amongst the nearby settlements. After so long of working in groups, Biggs finally started out on his own, though remaining close to "civilized" lands. As years passed, however, Biggs became more and more comfortable with the wilderness and soon found himself wondering further and further out, returning to settlements and cities for fresh supplies and the like. In his travels he picked up the scraps that would become his iconic armour, pieced together after bartering for the services of several "craftsman" as well as a bit of tweaking on his own part.
---Species and Faction---
Lineage/Faction: Impure/None
Sub-class: None
Rank: None
Gift of Survival Mutation: Enhanced Endurance
Attributes: Endurance, Strength
---Gear---
Primary Weapon: M1918a2 Browning Automatic Rifle
Secondary Weapon: Super-Shorty 12 gauge Shotgun
Melee Weapon: Hatchet
Misc Weapon: Armour
Primary Mode of Transportation: His boots.
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