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Name: Endre Volksfar
Race: Tiefling 
Age: 28
Appearance: Endre is rough looking Tiefling, by some he may be considered handsome but to most he is just intimidating or in some cases terrifying. Large horns sprout from his forehead and sweep back alongside his skull before rolling sideways before rising to a point similar to those of a bull, forcing his shoulder length black hair back away from his face. His face is largely humanoid, with high cheekbones and a scar tearing along the smooth flesh of his nose cutting down below his eye before ending along his cheeks. His chin is slightly elongated, and looks to have a few bone protrusions pressing against his skin.

His is muscularly built, however a life on the road with sometimes limited supplies takes their toll so while being muscular he is not overly large. He is often dressed in a long sweeping roughly stitched leather duster coat with a riding slit up the back. His shirt is a simple bit of black cloth often covered up by a thick slab of metal that serves as his only true armour when he goes into battle. His pants match the duster, clearly made of similar materials however the knees are reinforced with padding. The pants end in hardened combat boots of a hardy design the toes of which are clearly metal shod. 

Skills and abilities:
•Long range fire support
•Stealth
•Scouting
•Riding
•Minor Illusion Spells

Weapons:
•Rugged Sniper Rifle
•Large Caliber Handgun
•Machete
•Focusing Necklace
Other Equipment:
•Motorcycle
•Travelling pack (Rations, Fire starting equipment, Tinder, Swag.)
•Saddlebags (Personal grooming kit, change of shirt, Tire repair, Small mechanics kit.)
•Goggles
•Throwover Ghillie rug/Camo netting

Background:
It can be a hard life being a Tiefling, as much as people out in the wastes will fool you they ain't all stupid they know what it takes to make a Tiefling. They know what Tieflings are after all. So of course in the end many of them banded together. Endre was born into one such band, a band that had taken to the road with only each other for company, only relying on each other, their bikes and their weapons.

For awhile life was good, or at least as good as it gets out here. Sure there was injuries, some major some minor, even death every now and again. But they managed alright, they looked out for their own. Scoured the wastes looking for anything of value they could barter with in the next town for whatever they needed before moving on. Forever moving, made it hard to round up a posse and come to kill them if they were gone just as suddenly as they appeared. Besides peoples greed often overrides their hate.

But in a world like this all relatively happy stories come to a horrible violent end and this one is no different. They didn't even see it coming. Mutants that hit them in the dead of night while they were asleep around their fires, their watchmen killed before they could let out as single cry. It was a slaughter. A slaughter Endre had no hope of surviving as overwhelmed and outgunned as they were until one of the elder Tieflings lost control of their magic in the chaos and pain. Then everything was just...bright.

Endre awoke in the morning, a savage cut across his face and blood leaking from his eyes nose and ears. There was nothing he could do, the rest were gone. He packed up whatever he could find, buried his extended family before finally hopping on his bike and rode off along the broken road. Since then he has kept to his way of life, except now he is alone. Just him and the road, or at least that's how it was.

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