Name: Jherico
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Weapon: kukri, a set of throwing knives, and an old double barrel shotgun.
Eye color: Black and blue
Apperance: About 5'9", skinny yet somewhat muscular. Good looking yet scarred all around. Usually wore some battle scarred pants with knee pads and boots, a belt and sling for my gun and ammo and other random supplies. His hair was a medium length hidden by a hood and hat. My eyes were covered by sand blasted goggles and more cloths. mouth and nose was protected by heavy clothing wrapped around to protect from dust. He was a badland survivor until he met up with the rebbles in the desert while fighting the maverics.
Personality: Years of isolation made him a cold and hard. With his spare time he built machines and other stuff that kept him alive in the desert. He was lonely for the most part, yet still very sane. He was used to the life where he came first over others and lived like that since childhood. Most of his life he was alone, almost like a rogue wolf who cared for only himself and always on guard. He was a smart man who would usually thought logically and calmly about situtations. Occasionally he would draw with what ever he could.
Other abilities and things not included above:
A machine he worked on for many years. An armored and weaponized machine from the past brought back to life. It was his way of saying "Don't f**k with me"
