Willard Berriger

Player Name: FlecktarnWolf

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Species: Vulpine/Avian hybrid

Height & Weight: 5'8" 150lbs

Physical Description

Slender and lean-muscled, Willard stands at average-to-short height. Soft chocolate brown fur far more adapted for his native alpine world than the harsh beating sun of the desert summer, though the adaptation certainly helps during the frigid winters. His eyes are bright firey orange, showing mirth and anger readily. His quarter-avian heritage is visible in the short black talons on his fingers and the tufts of short black feathers that sprout from his elbows. Around his muzzle running up through his neck his fur is white, with a black stripe running down the length of his nose. Distinctive tattoos are marked into his skin and fur near the black 'socks' on his feet, hands, and tip of his tail, resembling stylized circuitry, effectively extending the natural black marks up his limbs to the elbow, knee, and middle of his tail respectively.

Clothing is a rugged and worn ordeal, having only what he could trade with the meager supplies he was left with as a prisoner, and what he could beg, steal, scavenge, or trade labor for. Mostly he still wears his medium-blue jumpsuit with shin, elbow, and knee guards built into it, and a compact utility belt for carrying his possessions. Thrown over top is a relatively new leather jacket with a reinforced vest of ballistic nylon overtop sporting an array of plating and pockets for protection and tools. Similar armor plating is also attached to the boots and gloves he wears, giving weight to a punch and a bit of protection while working.

Mental Description

Berriger possesses a grit ingrained literally and figuratively from his time as a miner and factory drone on Hephaestus VI. Back during his time as a free citizen, Willard learned the metallurgy and mechanical skills early on, with little else in his future but toiling all day and sleeping the minimum allotment of time to still be productive. From this almost boot-camp like environment, he started to gain a sense that he and his fellow workers had been wronged. This gnawing sense festered at the back of his mind, coming to the fore as injustice upon injustice was thrown upon the people of Hephaestus.

Now the former revolutionary has mellowed a bit, clinging on tightly to his beliefs but no longer compelled to wear his heart on his sleeve. Though smart enough to stay away from vigilantism, Berriger despises slavers and their ilk, as well as most who resort to murder and theft for convenience rather than work for their survival. Tyrants exist to be toppled, though such a viewpoint is perhaps wisely unspoken of. History: Born and raised into the lower-middle class on Hephaestus VI, a world renown for it's high concentrations of mineral deposits, Willard was essentially forced through circumstance to join the work crews in their toil beneath the planet's rocky mountainous surface. His time was split between work and sleep, doing everything from leading crews, operating the many drilling machines, or sleeping fitfully between fourteen hour shifts. To those off world, the events leading up to the brutal rebellion and following conflict are clouded in secrecy on the part of the Dominion and Codex Industries, the company that ran the operation. What is known is that it took months for the riots to be put down, and ever since the output was nearly halved. Willard's part in the rebellion he is quite proud of, building a dizzying array of improvised explosives and personal weapons to bring to bear on their oppressors.

But in spite of ingenuity and the intense desire for liberation, the rebellion was extinguished, it's leaders and their top lieutenants were imprisoned or left for dead on the surface of Sutekh, Willard one of many who emerged from the Shantytown spaceport two years ago, clad in the blue jumpsuit of a convict. Since then, the former revolutionary has settled into his new home, spending his time as a jack-of-all trades, a vagrant among thousands of people in the same dire straights day-to-day.

Possessions
Gravhammer - Industrial model sledgehammer designed to smash boulders into manageable chunks. Uses a micro-gravity generator in the head to triple the tool's mass on impact with an object when switched on. Features a buffered grip to prevent discomfort from extended use. Engraved around the striking head is "Freedom through the People's Labor"

Codex Industries Type-8 pistol - Medium frame pistol with vintage wooden grips and worn matte gray frame. Semi-automatic with detachable twelve-round magazine, fires 10mm rounds.