Name: Llewellyn Portfall

Age: 31

Race: Human male

Description: 5'10", black hair, rough ginger beard, brown eyes, olive skin tone and small scar across forehead. Hair is medium in length and slicked back with oil. He's of average build and has a slight limp in his left leg. As for clothes, he wears faded and haggard jeans with a dirty black tee. He has a torso holster on as well as a hip holster, however the hip holster has always just held a bottle of water when in possession of one. Always carries a switchblade. When travelling he wears a brown parka.

Background: Hailing from the wastes themselves, Llewellyn has always been unsure as to where he comes from. His mother, an ex-raider, quickly traded him for whatever gave her her kicks at the time and left him in the possession of a small family outside of Idaho. Portfall, at the tender age of 17, fell prey along with his adopted family to slavers, who were all quickly dispatched and never seen again. At 27, having been bought by a morose and hard-nosed caravaner for half a decade, took to the winds after he and a few others under the 'employ' of the caravaner saw opportunity to escape. Since, Llewellyn has wondered the wastes in search of purpose, namely being that of a anti-slaving activist.

Personality: Llewellyn is shrewd diplomat and has managed to talk himself out of more than one hasty situation. His years held by slavers were met with only violence and depravity; whereas he's not too handy with firearms, he can certainly fight with his hands or anything he can swing/wield. Despite his shortcomings, he's a decent person with a strong moral compass, looking to make the best of each day as they pass.

S. 7

P. 5

E. 6

C. 6

I. 5

A. 7

L. 3

Skills:

Energy weapons: 12

Explosives: 10

Guns: 15

Melee: 35

Unarmed: 40

Barter: 20

Lockpick: 25

Medicine: 20

Repair: 15

Science: 10

Sneak: 20

Speech: 25

Survival: 35

Equipment: Handgun, 20rounds, switchblade (worn), faded dirty jeans and black tee, brown parka, brown boots, torso holster and hip holster, 1 bottle of water, 1 can of beans, 6 lockpicks, 1 bottle of whisky, 50 bottlecaps, 2 frag grenades and a hunting rifle. 10 rounds for rifle. Carries his gear in a macro made duffel bag/sling. Has a red scarf for duststorms/cold nights and worn tortoiseshell​ glasses. Pack of cigs. No armour. Duffel bag rolls out to sleeping bag.