Full birth name: Alex
Aliases/nicknames: Worm (as in Bookworm)
Species: Human
Subspecies/Class: Mr fix-It
Age: 17
Sex/Gender: Male
Height: 5ft 3in
Skin colour: Olive
Hair colour/style: Ragged Cut
Eye colour: Green
Scars/identifying marks: Scar on Chin, looks to be made by claws; gear shaped brand on rt shoulder

Personality/demeanour: Thinker / Bullied kid
Alignment: Neutral (with a good heart if he trusts you)
Profession/job: Tinkerer
Group/faction: Ex-Slave

Resistances: Great Night Vision, Excellent memory, reads anything he gets his hands on
Weaknesses: Bad with people and has terrible luck, is on the small side
Fears/phobias: Being buried alive or eaten
Overall physical health: Healthy, or as close as a desert rat can get
Diseases: None
Psychiatric/mental diseases: fear of slavery, dislikes caves and worst fear is eaten by ghouls

SPECIAL/Statistics
Strength (STR): 4
Perception (PER): 7
Endurance (END): 5
Charisma (CHA): 3
Intelligence (INT): 9
Agility (AGL): 6
Luck (LUC): 2

Appearance
A small kid with bright green eyes and dark hair. He looks healthy enough but you can tell he’s accustomed to hard living. He wears a set of mechanic’s coveralls so patched that the original colour is a wild guess. The first thing new people notice about him is that he has the habit of listening and watching everything and only speaking when he has to.

Equipment:
Weapon - Crossbow, Med (6 bolts)
Weapon - Broken Pipe Wrench (club)
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Armour - Helmet (desert camo)
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Possessions - grease covered tool roll (a few small wrenches, sm hammer, screwdrivers, few work knives, wire saw, a hacksaw blade, sewing needles)
Waterskin, Dried gecko meat, pouch of dried/Crushed chilis (HOT), pouch of pinole (Parched/Crushed corn mixed w mesquite pods)
Clothing - A patched set of mechanics coveralls, steel-toe workbooks, Camouflaged poncho

Backstory:

Was sold at the age of 6, the one armed ghoul that bought him did treat him fairly well, used him as the hands he no longer had. The boy learned how to cook, preserve food, general maintenance and some survival skills. Just as the boy was skilled enough that the old man was going to teach him gunsmithing he went feral. Alex got away in mostly intact only to be captured by raiders shortly after. They were going to sell him, or worse, til he picked a lock and was caught rigging a bow one night. Once he had value, they beat and branded him as their property. He endured as well as he could till he saw an opening and poisoned their stew. He doesn’t know if they had friends or not so, he took off into the desert. Better to die trying than be a slave again.