Eber

Character Name:
Eber


Race:
Human Caucasian 


Sex:
M


Age:
32


Birthplace:
Arkansas






Height:
6'2


Weight:
240 lb


Eye Color:
Silver


Hair Color:
Black and Grey


Hair Style:
Long


Facial Hair:
Facially 


Skin Color:
White


Build:
Endomorph


Distinguishing Features:
Scars, Burns






Profession: Survivalist/Mercenary



Skills:
Melee Efficiency, Long range combat 


Training:
Herbalism, Hunting, Cooking, Survival Skills.


Other Abilities:
 
Survival: This represents how familiar your character is with dealing with the wasteland. This includes identifying plants, finding ways to survive in harsh climates, knowing weak spots of wildlife, and getting the most out of scavenged objects.

Craftsmanship: Your character has a natural understanding of how things fit together. This is used for repairing objects, crafting new objects, and understanding how objects work.

Hand to Hand: Your character knows how to fight both while unarmed and with melee weapons.


Apparel:
Slacks, Hide and Leather armor chestplate, Cowboy Duster


Weaponry:

Lawnmower blade fashioned to a long wooden handle



38. semi automatic pistol



Straight Razor








Affiliation:
None, Yet.


Religious Belief:
Agnostic 


Sexual Preference:
Straight


Relationship Status:
Single


Personality:

This is also a DETAILED description of his appearance.

Eber stands at a decently sized 6'2, with a 240 pound weight that fits his powerful frame well, he is muscular but is more stout as he has an endomorphism about him, having a mountain man as a father, he was never taught to give much care for his long hair and thick beard, but keeps it maintained to his liking, as it is aesthetically pleasing to him. Though his face remains largely un-scarred, his arms, chest, and back are riddled with scars and burns. Eber never wears anything brightly coloured or too flamboyant, for obvious reasons, but is adorned with homemade jewellery, such as a necklace of claws and teeth from various wasteland creatures and critters, his clothing is largely fashioned from tanned hides of various hunted animals, Eber wears a jacket sewn together with the tanned hides of bighorners, slacks from the pelts of coyotes, and boots from the scaly remains of mutated geckos, he is not much for hats.





Eber has a dark complexion, from living in the wild for many years and wandering, his beard and hair are black, with tufts of grey. Deep wrinkles characterize his face and give the impression that he has experience, (not in anti-ageing cream application) Eber's eyes look very pale silver, and has a very stoic demeanour, an does not like to show negative emotion openly. A grizzled older gentleman, in short. Eber is a very large man, and looks as if he has built himself up from the ground, forming every muscle by carving it out of marble, he stands with a discipline and strength not seen in most individuals, not to say that he believes he is invincible, but knows his body is a well maintained temple.





Eber has a very powerful, commanding voice, and articulates his sentences with a sort of blunt grace, he says what needs to be said, not what he is tempted to and tries to remain as far from brash as possible.








Eber was born in a heavily forested area around the outskirts of Arkansas, with a father who was often mistaken for a renegade tribal gang leader because of his appearance and tribal style of living, life was never easy for the two, factoring in the zealousness of the Army after Bitter Springs and after their near extinction. Eber and his father lived a simple life, living in peace while managing a small homestead deep in the forests of Arkansas, Eber's father, Jax would raise brahmin and sell them off to aspiring caravaners and people transporting water, or other such goods, and would grow produce such as corn, potatoes and tobacco for sale to the occasional wanderer, Jax was no stranger to acts of good will, and would often take in sick or injured. One afternoon after a particularly hot day of prospecting and farm work, a wandering robed individual walking the beaten path near their home collapsed infront of the walkway to the road. Alarmed, Eber alerted his father and helped carry the man into one of the spare shacks usually kept for mole rats, after giving the man water, food and a good night rest within the shelter of the isolated encampment, the stranger thanked them profusely, and left shortly after. Jax did not ask for caps, and assumed the traveller did not have any to his name, not an uncommon occurrence coming from Little Rock. All seemed to be normal.





A couple days later, a knock was heard at the door of the small house, Jax went to the door and looked through the pigeon hole, a shot was heard through the home and Eber, being a small boy, hid in the closet, through the cracks of the door he saw that the stranger has returned, bringing in a notorious gang, his father had been mistaken again, this time by lowlifes looking for revenge, supplies, chems, or ammunition. They started to ruffle through all the drawers, cupboards, and stockpiles, taking every cap, bullet or food item that crossed their vision. Eber, a terrified boy of 11 was struck with sudden rage and foolishly jumped out from the safety of the shadows to attempt to stab one of the men with a sharpened discarded pencil. The Gang quickly incapacitated him, tortured him, and had him tied to the back of a brahmin stationed outside. After the homestead was pillaged and burned to ash.





Eber was sold into slavery near New Vegas to a Gang of Education soldier, who beat and burned him into submission. After 3 years of legionary style training and rigorous abuse, Eber was forged into something he knew he had to become to survive the wasteland, if only it had come on his own terms from his father. Eber waited until the soldier believed he was completely psychologically broken, Eber broke a mirror and slashed the throat of his captor with a shard of broken glass, being of such stature from his enormous father, he fit into the clothing of the soldier, and escaped the encampment. From the ages of 16 to 22 he lived on his own in the wilderness of the Mojave. The harsh environment, war, and demons of his past continuing to haunt him, he lost his purpose and set out to find a new life, wandering the United States.







By the age of 27 he had been through many hardships, many psychological and many from the unforgiving nature of the world around him, he had lost many friends and many enemies lay dead by his hand, he decided to head for the south, getting closer to New Mexico, where he wanted to extract revenge against the Slavers, losing hope, he realised that revenge would serve him no purpose and most likely get him killed. Eber decided to settle in the bosom of the Capital Wastes, looking for new purpose, and to forge his own fate, Eber hoped to follow in the footsteps of his father, but with such a past, and a jaded psyche, he could not have the same demeanour, and has leaned towards being less trusting, but his good nature and will to make a difference will continue to battle him to this day. Only time will tell how his life will progress.





Now as man man of 34, the handicap of age will be upon him in the coming years, and his once peaking physical strength will be diminishing, wisdom settles into his very being and once a bloodthirsty man, is now less of a ruthless killer, Eber aims now to better the community at large, whatever he can do to help this along will be done, he realizes that change often starts with the actions of one, and not so much of a cult leader as he would like to be, he aims to make a following, to better the wasteland and make it hospitable to those who have been shown the horrors of it. A less than stellar intellect and an even lesser charismatic charm, the possibilities seem limited.