Name: Thomas Morhaime
Nickname: Tommy Scissors, shortened to Tom Siz or even just Siz.
What you were: Hairdresser.
What you have become:
What remains of your sanity: Mostly sane. Like most survivors, though, whatever once held him back from violence is long since broken.

Appearance: 5'11 and thinly built, but strong. Has a thin face and dark eyes. Keeps his head shaved, but lets his brown and red beard grow long and luxurious. He likes to braid and oil it before battle, so that it's neat and shiny. It will be caked with dirt and ash by the end of the fight, and cleaning it is part of his victory ritual.
He wears a thin, much patched jacket that has hard plates sewn into it for armor. It's many colored for all the patches, and some of the plates still have paint from whatever they came from. Old worn combat boots and rugged sturdy beige pants.

Personality: A simple man, he wants a place of his own again. He will do any damn thing to have it, and to keep it. Friendly until given a reason to behave otherwise, he has a quiet temper. A cold anger that can build in him but never show on the outside until he lashes out. Those closest to him can read it, and act accordingly whether that means taking him away from the situation, or goading him, or simply standing aside to let him erupt.
In contrast to his violent temper, he is a deeply compassionate man. But, like said temper, it is a trait that won't show through his stoic facade. He will act for it, but seem disinterested while doing so. For instance, he might hand his canteen to a child, but seem to do so without kindness, just perfunctorily.
History:

Weapon of choice (see weapons above):
Specialty (see above for possibilities 2 only):
Other: