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[center][i][sub][color=f26522]"I'm either a 'nice' person or a 'rude' person. Really just depends on what you think nice or rude is"[/color][/sub][/i][/center]
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[b][i][u][color=f26522]Role[/color][/u][/i][/b]
Gunsmith
(Primary- Leadslinger, Secondary- Blackfinger)

[b][i][u][color=f26522]Path[/color][/u][/i][/b]
[color=silver]Silver[/color] with a hint of [color=green]Green[/color]
[i]He seeks fame and recognition through helping others, even if he dies in the process[/i]

[b][i][u][color=f26522]Equipment[/color][/u][/i][/b]

[b][i][u]Life:[/u][/i][/b] A gun torn from the hands of a dead soul who happened about the Pass, named for the numerous times it's saved his Life. It's more dependable than a V8 and chews through ammo(and the unfortunate souls on the receiving end) like...Like..ok, insert your own idiom. Zer has maintained it heavily, and grown attached to it. The only downside is that 7.62mm is kinda hard to find....

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[b][i][u]5:[/u][/i][/b] The name changes with how many times it breaks down..anywho, its a nifty lil' kart that he..[i]borrowed[/i] from a caravan, that [i]may or may not[/i] have fired upon him once noticing it was gone. As with all things in the Wasteland, it's mottled with rust and a real surprise that it manages to start..well..[i]most[/i] of the time. The kart initially sported 250cc, but he's since lower to an 125cc cylinders, as to increase fuel efficiency. Aside from the that, the kart also features user tuned suspension and sports light sheet metal plates as crude armor.
[i]It's a go-kart modified for Crosskart racing, which is perfect for the sand.[/i]
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You FOOL!!
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[b][i][u]The thing he'll brain you with:[/u][/i][/b] A short club of sorts, with heavy-duty screws at the top to act as weight to a swing and make it way easier to break things. No official name, just something to crack skulls and the occasional windshield.

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[b][i][u][color=f26522]Personality[/color][/u][/i][/b]
Zer is a rare sight in the wastes, a collected individual, atypical from the erratic(at best) and bat-shit crazy (at worst) who inhabit the land. He’s a heavy collector of Pre-Fall artifacts, mainly weaponry and such, and enjoys modifying cars, guns, armor, anything with moving parts really. However, placing a gun in his hands shows a different side to the survivalist. Unlike raiders and the ‘spray n pray’ tactics, he makes every bullet count, semi-auto, one shot=one kill, and he actually enjoys killing people. Though one can't see it, he'll have the widest grin imaginable when mowing down enemies, and maybe the occasional giggle of malice. Yeah, maybe [s] a lot[/s] some screws loose up there.

[b][i][u][color=f26522]History[/color][/u][/i][/b]
Zer was born..well..and that's the thing. He was  [i]born[/i], thats for certain but (And this is what he thinks happened) was abandoned in the wastes. That's usually where the story would end but luckily, a wandering caravan happened upon the crying infant. Through heated arguments and careful deliberation, he was taken in but as soon as he became able, would begin to pull his own weight. That age is best guessed(by him) at around 7, in which he began to work as the others did. He bled, sweated, killed(yes killed), and looted until finally coming of age to decide his own path. So what did he do? He stole a kart from the caravan who raised him and drove like a madman. Why? To this day not even he knows, he wants to blame teenage(?) ignorance but that doesn't make the situation any better.

Using his teachings from the caravan, he established himself as an able survivalist, only traveling to major strongholds for trading bits and bobbles for the 3 essentials; guzzoline, food, water. During his first years on the road, he witnessed unimaginable horrors that people did to one another and had a reckoning of sorts. If so many bad people existed in the world, why not be one of the good ones? With that, he set out with one goal in mind: Eliminate, serving as the wastes' vigilante so to speak. Again, you're definition of 'good' and 'bad' differs from his, as he murders who HE deems bad. [s]His moral compass may or may not be broken[/s] 

If you manage to find him today, say hello and pray like hell he's out of ammo.

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