Hope this is alright.  I'll update it with a picture when I find the right one.


Name: Edward Harmon

Age: 47

Gender: Male

Personality:  Edward at first comes across a little...unhinged.  Get to know him however, and you'll find out his head head is screwed on just fine and that he's just a bit of a free spirit.  Albeit one with an almost frightening drive and intense passion for what he wants to achieve, even if that passion tends to burn itself out quickly a lot of the time.  

Appearance: 

Brand: Murder, Arson, Anarchy, Treason, Theft, Blasphemy.

Backstory: Edward grew up not too far from Kansas, a city that became a religious fortress.  They definitely followed in the footsteps of medieval catholic practice.  The smell of burning heretics used to carry on the wind.  He was just another slum rat, scraping a living together rather unscrupulously.  He learned how to fight by being viciously and repeatedly beaten and flogged from age nine to fifteen.  
He developed among a large, but not at all close-knit "family" of what the religious folk of Kansas called Heretics.  Really just people who despised the iron grip of religion that was exerting too much control over the common people.

They slowly, but surely armed themselves.  Through a lot of trial and error and several difficult negotiations with smugglers and arms dealers, a small group of them managed to formulate a plan.
It all came down to a single moment.  Edward's thumb was millimeters from pressing down the trigger of the detonator that would incinerate the Great Kansas Church, and with it the leader of their brutal regime.  They had underestimated their enemy and overestimated their own abilities.  They should have known it was all wrong the moment they had to start shooting.  If only they'd retreated and come back another day.

Equipment: 
- A 20 Gauge Pump Action Shotgun w/16 shells
- Rope
- Three canteens of varying size filled with water
- Some dented tins of food, all missing labels
- Crowbar
- An unreliable flashlight
- Basic med-kit

Goal: Once the fire in his eyes burned out about taking Kansas down, and he was exiled out into the wastes, he just tried to survive for a while.  Rumors began to gain traction of the "Branded Haven".  With no better goal before him, he has devoted himself to finding the place, welcoming anyone who wants to join him so long as they don't pray to anyone or anything.