Doyle

Also Known As: Oil Beak

Player Name: Grafsburg

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Species: Blue Jay

Height & Weight: 6’4”, 200 lbs.

Physical Description
Doyle is tall and gangly, often standing out in any crowd he happens to find himself in. Height, however, is not the only factor against him here. His bright azure, white, and black feathers ensure that he sticks out like a sore thumb more or less anywhere, especially in the drab, earthen tones of the Sutekh Desert. His blue feathers are mostly located on his back and the top of his head, with the white concentrated on his chest, neck, stomach, and underarms. Around his eyes, the feathers are black, and a line of black forms a sort of chinstrap going down the sides of his face to his collarbones. His beak as well is a dull black, half the reason he has the nickname “Oil Beak”. The feathers around his arms are fluffier, almost resembling wings, and end in black-scaled hands; his feet are similar. Doyle’s clothes are usually the sort meant for hard, dirty work, consisting usually of plain shirts and work pants, and occasionally a heavier jacket at night when it gets cold. Ubiquitous is his checkered blue shemagh and a pair of biker’s goggles he wears atop his head, however, for both practically and because, in his opinion, they look damn good. On the left side of his stomach, just above his hips, is a brand, a mark of the Scorch slavers.

Mental Description
Usually a quiet and secretive man, Doyle sticks to the Gouge’s Caravan’s machinery and vehicles, making sure they stay in working condition. Being one of the caravan’s mechanics, he is often forced to make do with what he has, even if it means patching up a busted component with duct-tape or cheap glue. He enjoys his work, though, and when asked, asserts that he couldn’t imagine doing anything else. Being only a so-so shot and not much of a close-range fighter either, he prefers to stay on the sidelines and simply provide support during the times in which the Caravan has to resort to violence. He doesn’t like to talk about his past much, seeming ashamed of some past transgression. Aside from this one taboo topic, however, Doyle is a reasonably sociable man, quite laid back and with a near non-existent temper, one of the core members of the caravan, as well as one of the oldest.

History
What little Doyle has revealed of his past is that he was an engineer’s apprentice on the planet of Taranis, a place he describes as ‘pretty, but it rained all the damn time’. Why he ended up on Sutekh, he hasn’t said, and being pressed about it is one of the very few things that can set him off. His history after arriving at Sutekh, however, he is more open about. He arrived in Shantytown when he was eighteen, and after a few weeks there, he set out into the desert to try and make a new life for himself. Instead, he was captured by slavers and dragged off to Scorch. Suffice to say, he doesn’t like talking about this thankfully-brief chapter of his life. After some months in bondage, the jay was fortunate to have been happened upon by Gouge, who purchased him for his skills, and promptly freed him. Because of this, Doyle is eternally grateful to the mysterious caravan owner, and would give his life for the man if asked.

Posessions
Beyond his clothes and his tools, Doyle doesn’t carry much other than a small automatic pistol.