Wasteland Wanderers

BASICS

Name: Rekka
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 30

OVERVIEW

Height: 6'5''
Weight: 200lbs
Eyes: Golden
Hair: Black, long.
Body type: Amazonian like.
Distinguishing features: Tall, Black war paint that looks like blacked spike markings and a lightning bolt of silver and black over her right eye. Minor scarring is present all over her body, though is often hard to see.

Description: Amazonian like in build with light olive skin, she stands just at 6'5" with golden eyes and hair that was a wild, raging torrent of untamed black locks. She adorned herself with the bones of her enemies, as well as metal spikes and leather as accessories. Outfits usually showed off her muscles in some shape or form. A rusted motorcycle helmet with curling ram horns the color of burnished steel was often worn along with a metal plate that hangs from her belt with the visage of a flaming dragon's skull on it.

Inventory: Wasteland war axe, Henry big boy "Mare's Leg" .44 and Barbed wire and nail baseball bat that has seen more than a few beatings.


PERSONALITY

Temperament: Extroverted. Typically pretty aggressive and outgoing. Very intense most times.
Strengths: Brave [Or stupid], stands behind bonds made. Willingness to fight.
Weaknesses: Brash, rebellious with a large ego, Loyal to a fault, can sort of be a prick.
Vices: Sex, drugs and alcohol.


SOCIAL

Social class: Low/Medium
Profession: Mercenary/Scav
Faction: Sisterhood of Scales

Backstory: Rekka’s mother was part of the Sisterhood of Scales since she was a small whelp and probably one of the most intense people that others had the displeasure of encountering out in the wastes. She was a big woman, jovial and caring to those who earned it, but to everyone else she was as prickly as a cactus and had the general personality of a wet wolverine.

She never had the pleasure of meeting her father, though she heard that he was a foreigner from a distant land that was basically the polar opposite of the Arizona wastes. All she really knew of him was that he had black hair and golden eyes, and apparently was good enough in a fight that he managed to win over her mother’s wolverine like heart.

Rekka had always been intense, a lot like her mother. She liked to pick fights and prove others of greater strength that she was better in some way, which often got her into trouble, but it wasn’t as if she actually cared much. Rusca was the only one who she clicked really well with and their friendship and bond had been forged while they were young teens.

How she was when she was young was pretty much how she stayed, always chasing the next big thing and always ready to throw down some pain on someone. She showed great promise with mechanics and taking things apart, almost as great as her combative abilities and so she forged her place in the Sisterhood of Scales quite easily, finding greatness in being a Mercenary and caring for her weapons and things.