[center][h1]Karrigan "Ironhide" Fenyr[/h1][hr]
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[h2][sub][i]"Ain't no such thing as a sin when you live in hell."[/i][/sub][/h2]
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[hr][hr][h3]BASICS[/h3]
[indent][b]Name[/b] - Karrigan "Ironhide" Fenyr
[b]Age[/b] - 33
[b]Gender[/b] - Male
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[hr][hr][h3]SURVIVAL[/h3]
[indent][b]Faction[/b] - Formerly a Diesel, now a Buzzard
[b]Equipment[/b]: 
[list][*][url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/53/8d/8f/538d8f43860bf89ee2913b188ceb67b0.jpg]Honest Hears[/url] - Ironhide's primary weapon of choice; can't go wrong with the classic break-action 12-gauge sawn-off shotgun. Obtained from a group of tribal Buzzards, it has a sort of deep red-oak color, giving it a look that reminds Ironhide of blood from a bleeding heart, hence the name "Honest Hearts"
[*][url=http://cs629528.vk.me/v629528178/2d909/VxirHau3I5I.jpg]Pipe Pistol[/url] - Handmade by Ironhide, he fully admits that this isn't the best crafting in the world but its more than enough for him; it ironically serves has his longer ranged weapon.
[*][url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/17/25/61/1725619919264bc62dbbc1b7f477220e.jpg]Combi-Axe[/url] - A weapon-tool hybrid, Ironhide's Combi-Axe combines a femur and a buzzsaw blade to make a creation that's a war axe on one side and a hammer on the other.
[*]Tool Boxs and Supply Bags - Basically a lot of junk stored in a lot of bags, containers, barrels, etc kept on his truck for repairing, tinkering and trading.
[*][i]Old World Blues[/i] - A Diesel war-truck that Ironhide used to own and made his escape one. An up-armored truck from what he presumes were the pre-war days, [i]Old World Blues[/i] is now what he uses to conquer the endless deserts of Canilo, equipped with a reinforced front for ramming and plenty of nooks and crannies for Ironhide to store stuff in, its a worthy beast for a outlaw to ride. It gets its name from its tarnished paint job and the fact its from the old world; Ironhide sometimes just calls it [i]Blue[/i] though.
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(imagine there's not plow in front)
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[b]Skills[/b]:
[list][*]Mechanic (Major) - Its almost shameful if you're a Diesel and you don't know how to use tools to fix vehicles
[*]Crafting - Making car parts all day will eventually give you the skills you need to make a lot of other things
[*]Brawling - Between bar fights and using heavy objects all day, one would assume that you'd have the strength to one punch man someone's face; having incredibly tough skin helps too
[*]Quickdraw - Not quick marksmanship in the traditional sense, Ironhide's shooting skills are strictly limited to close quarters given his choice of weapons but he still can put a bead on his target much faster than most
[*]Scavenging - Always a nice thing to have, cars and guns don't just make gas and bullets on their own ya know
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[b]Power[/b] - Very durable skin to the point he doesn't even wear armor, he states its as hard as metal hence the name "Ironhide"
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[hr][hr][h3]Appearance[/h3]
[indent]A tall and intimidating man, Ironhide stands at well over 6 feet at about 6 and a half (if old world tape measures are anything to go off of). Like many in the Wild, he's somewhat emaciated but has hard, strong muscles from years of engaging in melees and working metal. With broad shoulders and a brooding, slightly hunched stance, many would guess that Ironhide isn't the exactly the most social of people. It doesn't help that he has a wild, fiery red mohawk, green hawk-like eyes, a gnarly beard and pierced ears.

Clothing wise, Ironhide wears no undershirt, preferring to show off his tattoos, scars and smudges as a sort of sign of him being a badass or something to that effect. Wearing two belts (for swag points obviously), Ironhide's pants are a rough faded black that have some elastic belts right above the knee with some outwards facing pads right under them for protection. His short black boots are steel-capped and have some short nails poking out on top of the toes for some [i]killer[/i] fashion as well as several metal bolt studs and nails on the soles for traction while running.

Jewelry wise (if you can even call it that), Ironhide has two rough silver snake-like earrings, a chain with a weight on the end for chain-related activities, and a belt full of oddities like parts of skulls, beads and tools as well as the all important alcohol-holder that sometimes has a molotov in it. Much of his clothing has visible cuts on it and has been crudely sown back together with bright red string.
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[hr][hr][h3]Personality[/h3]
[indent]It goes without saying that Ironhide isn't the most social of people, being a Diesel and all means that his moral compass isn't exactly a thing he really cares about. He's self serving and his own man as he says, only guided by profit and survival. However, under all his snark and supposed apathy, he does actually care about people and is something of a gentleman in rare cases. In fact, one of the main reasons he left the Diesels is due to the treatment a certain group of slaves before they were all beheaded since one of them spat on a Diesel's shoe. Of course, he'll never say he left because of this and much rather come up with a more badass and macho-sounding excuse to sate his own egotism.[/indent]

[hr][hr][h3]Personality[/h3]
[indent]Born to a captive slave mother and a Diesel mechanic, Ironhide was raised as a Diesil from birth. Born with a hammer in his hand as they say, his childhood consisted largely of making things from scrap and shooting stuff, it wasn't until his teenaged years that he started getting into bar fights and realizing his mutation. His name comes from a legend he tells that one time 10 men tried to stab him and shoot him with shotguns and he came out without a scratch on his skin. Dubious nature of the tale aside, there was no shortage of work for him to do from raiding to fixing stuff up to making stuff to sleeping around with girls. One of his tales involves him sneaking into the bed chamber of one of the daughters of the leader of the Diesel.

However, as his youth started to distance itself from him, Ironhide began to see the world in a different light and the activities he once found pleasure in started becoming less fun. He stopped going to wild parties and warbands for raiding and began to immerse himself in reading old world texts (or what scraps he could find) and working on his vehicle. Of course, then fate had his way where he decided to defect from the Diesels and left in his [i]Old World Blues[/i], riding off into the eternal sunset since.[/indent]