Name: Edward "Eddie" Donahue

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Nomadic or sedentary: Nomadic

Weapons: A 9mm Glock named "Sandy" (Nothing Special), a Smith & Wesson Model 10 named "The General" (Only two bullets, can't seem to find anymore) and a baseball bat with barbed wire wrapped around it lovingly called "Lucky."

Skills: Smooth Talker (Even with his horrible accent), Decent marksman, Tough in a fight, Rarely backs down.
Any unusual traits? Does it show physically?: See skills, but also talks a big game, but can be an effective con-man. 

Appearance: He is slender in appearance, 5’9’’ in height, but is packed with surprise muscle. He is short brown hair, choppy cut, that he slicks back when he finds the time. He has hazel eyes that constantly have a look that mixes between hatred and angst. However, he is usually smiling. He is of fair skin and is always seen with a trade mark bandage across the bridge of his nose, a mark from his youth. He is normally seen wearing a green light jacket hoodie with faux fur on the inside (Softer than it looks), blue jeans and converse. We also occasionally wears batting gloves, mainly when he uses Lucky.

Brief Personality: See unusual traits. Eddie is quick to anger and carries a sharp wit that gets him into more trouble then not. However, when the need arises, he can be very persuasive. He is suave, with just a hint of pure insanity. A loose cannon if there ever was one.

Current Location: Near Town?

Background: Eddie was a poor kid. Grew up in filth and crime. This was, of course, before what most in his neighborhood called "The Shitpoclypse." He was raised by the streets of Boston, stealing from pockets, breaking into cars and selling fake Red Wings jerseys. After everything was over he found no remains of his ophaniage... Maybe? I don't know. He never looked. He went west, using the wastes as a new opportunity to con the needy out of their things, so they could be his things. Eventually, after killing his traveling companion for snoring too loud, he came across a rube by the name of Don Matthews. He though, maybe, this was someone he could get a cheap buck out of. Through many encounters and an almost duel, they realized that they make a great, if not evil, team. He now roams the wastes with Don, ready to knee cap a thug or con a good sameritan out of his hard earned food.   

Alone or with someone?: Don Matthews, partner in crime

Other: Ignore the above. He's a real good guy. Honest.