Chyeshooya

Full Name: Chyeshooya Don

Player Name: Kane

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Species: Eastern Fox Snake

Height & Weight: 6'4" & 162 lbs.

Physical Description
Chyeshooya is a tall, lanky sort of man. However, mistaking that for weakness would be a mistake. His scales, a brown and green molted pattern, are well cared for. As much as one can in the desert, of course. The tail extending from his back follows the same general shape of his body, and constantly sways in step or at rest. His eyes, a bottle green flecked with gold, are bright and intelligent, set into a usually pleasant face. One that, were wrinkles possible, might be lined from smiling or laughing too much already. He bears himself confidently, straight-backed and proud. Almost regally, like a prince or king of legend. While this may mark him as confrontational, it has more to do with the reptile understanding who he is, and being unwilling to change that for anyone he may meet.

His clothing is the product of both his world and his lifestyle. Rough cloth, hardened against sand and wind, forms the basis of it all, generally brown or tan in color. His cargo pants, the under-shirt he wears, are made of this material; a copy of a military-grade fabric, the secrets of which are now passed down by word of mouth amongst the clan. The knees are padded, as are the elbows, to prevent wear and tear against the outside of the joints. His boots, while in good condition, are leather-bound, and laced up to the mid-calf. They have seen many dusty miles, yet remain sturdy. Well-used, as opposed to worn. Usually the reptile wears an armored tunic over these most basic things, a breastplate of sorts scavenged from scrap and smelted into a light but sturdy alloy. Usually dulled by carbon or paint, to prevent it from shining under the sun.

His head and face are covered, when within the wasteland or scavenging, by a re-purposed helmet and filter system. A thick scarf, indicative of his clan, is nearly built into the respirator, and protects the lower half of his face and his neck. The helmet is a dull-grey material with a ceramic core. His eyes are covered by a pair of wide goggles, circular lenses made from a tough, if thin, plastic. The goggles have some added protection in the form of flip-down metal plates, slitted in the middle. These add more protection from sand, glare, and any shrapnel that may seek the sensitive organs.

He carries a pack on his back, very modular and just as rugged as his clothing. In it, he carries almost everything he'll ever need. Weapon care and cleaning kits, food and water, a bewildering array of tools, his bedroll stored on the top, cards for alleviating boredom, a handful of paperback books (usually manuals or guides), and a strange assortment of parts and ammo. His two weapons, a scoped VSV and a Shashka sabre are also carried on his person; the sword at his left hip, and the rifle usually slung on the side of his full pack.

Mental Description
Chyeshooya is a product of his clan. He holds great personal pride in both himself, the nomadic way of life, and holds his beliefs inviolate. He is friendly, amiable, even to strangers. He welcomes others if they enter honestly, values truthfulness, and has the uncanny ability to know when one is attempting to deal with him on an uneven ground.

While calm enough, the reptile cannot stay in one place for long. The wanderlust of his family and their nomadic ways makes it hard for him to settled down at all. He can get fidgety even just sitting down for too long, preferring and arguably even talking or thinking better on his feet. Or at least performing some action. Sedentary life was never meant for the snake, and this fact he has embraced to its fullest. There is just so much of the world to see, who wouldn't want to see as much of it as possible?

Despite his friendliness, he does not get along well with all types. Deceit, for any reason, does not sit well with him, and those who practice it rate a bit lower on the snake's totem pole of people. Raiders and marauders he also holds a bit of a dislike for, and the Dominion in general. Ancient tales and the like about the Dominion have forever pitted the clan against the vague authority. Oddly enough, his problems with slavers are not primarily in that they trade in people. Slavery itself is not strictly evil, but rather how the majority practice it. His problem is how the slaves are treated. Slaves can be a resource, a tool, and treated as such they should be respected and cared for. Not abused and taken advantage of, as most are. However, this belief stems mostly from theory. In practice, Chyeshooya and his clan wage a sort of undeclared war against slavers and their ilk.

Combat itself, slaying of another, should never be practiced for anger or revenge. Rather, self-defense is the primary concern, and only exercised when necessary. Chye follows these tenants somewhat strictly, only drawing his sword when it is needed. For example, when fending off raiders, or muggers, or striking against those that would threaten him, his clan, or possibly in defense of those who needed it. Chye is not one to stand idly by while others were being abused or attacked.

History
Chyeshooya is a member of the Don clan. They are a militant group of nomads who wander the wasteland. Each member is assigned a rank, trained in the art of combat, and learn a set of basic survival skills before finding something they liked to master in. Chyeshooya distinguished himself enough to earn the rank of Uryadnik, the local equivalent being Sergeant. He was a good fighter, master of his own blade, and knew, or learned, a bit about everything mechanical that he could.

His younger years were rather unremarkable. He was born, he grew, the clan lived and moved, traded, sometimes fought. It wasn't until he was 15 that life became interesting. A group of slavers, who usually operated closer to Scorch, decided to go a bit farther afield. They ran into the Dons, and figured the pseudo-primative nomads would make a good prize. They raided the camp, killed some, took others (including Chyeshooya), and fled before the real warriors of the clan managed to return from the hunt. Thinking they had succeed and that nothing would follow them, took their time in returning. This ultimately lead to their downfall. Despite their jeeps and light transport, the Dons caught up to the slavers, and killed them to the last man. Ignorance of the clan law was no defense fromit.

Chye learned from the experience. He vowed never to be captured again, having seen and heard what the slavers intended to do with the group they had stolen. In this respect, he honed his combative skills, eventually earning a title of Swordsman at the age of 30; an honorary reserved for those who were considered masters of the blade. During this time, he also discovered his passion for machines. He understood them, how they worked and how to fix them if they broke down. His repairs were not usually permanent, but they did buy time until a "proper" mechanic could fix them. Or machine/salvage the parts necessary for a permanent solution. Between this machine work and his weapon skills, he'd earned his rank.

Tales, however, had always interested him. Myths and legends, tales of dark places, grand monsters, treasure without value, he listened to and learned from. Since he was a child, he engrossed himself in these legends, and it was when an elder warrior of the clan returned one night, giddy like a school boy, that he realized there was some truth in any legend. The warrior had found an ancient Dominion complex, and the next day a larger group went off to delve into the places secrets. Some did not return, but the price paid had been worth it. The clan's crawlers, treaded vehicles that once upon a time had served as both cargo and troop transport for somebody, were all upgraded and overhauled at the next town. Something which they had been in desperate need of for a good number of years. Chye made another vow, that he would seek out these hidden troves of treasure as well, learn their secrets, master their dangers, and one day lift the clan into glory and renown.

Four years ago, the day after the promotion and his birthday, Chyeshooya left the clan. Not forever, of course, but it was not unheard of for some members to wander the world alone for a time. Some returned, others either could not, or did not; ultimately, it was their life and thus their decision. But he gave his word that he would return one day, once he had achieved his goal. He spent those years searching for other Drifters and delvers, learned from those he could, and poured over both old documents and maps. Two weeks ago, he located what he was looking for; an old Dominion base. Two days ago, he returned to the local settlement from attempting to delve into it, almost literally flushed with success. Minus a few rounds of ammunition and medical supplies, and his armor in need of repair, but return he did.

Posessions
-VSV silenced sniper rifle w/ scope

-Shashka sabre

-Armored tunic/respirator/helmet combination

Binoculars

Ad-hoc personal tool kit

Miscellaneous salvage (including a handful of bolts)

Backpack of Holding (Took the Pack-rat perk, what can I say?)