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[b]Name:[/b] Johnathan 'Ransom' Holding

[b]Path:[/b] Silver, streaked with Red.

[b]Role:[/b] Longlooker/Speaker

[b]Equipment:[/b] Using his rusty old dirtbike as a mode of transporation, Ransom doesn't have the ability to travel with much. He has a traveler's backpack which contains basic supplies such as cloth, a source of flame, a pipe, cutting tools, etc. The man's only weapon seems to be a blunting machete that is sheathed at his side. He always has a bandanna tied around his neck which he can pull up to cover most of his face. A gas mask hangs at his side as well.

[b]Personality:[/b] Ransom seems to be constantly analyzing his surroundings with a scrutinizing gaze, as if he were trying to manipulate the world around him. Although he may seem on edge by watching his body movement, that all changes when he opens his mouth to speak. The words come out elegantly and deliberate, never becoming sharp or hoarse. His ability to hide his true nature, that of a manipulative wallflower, is to be reckoned with.

His vanity and narcissism may be the death of him some day.

[b]History: [/b]Using his cunning nature in the wastes has earned Ransom many opportunities, usually gaining the trust of other survivors and putting that to his advantage, usually luring them into traps or stacking them against overwhelming odds and leaving with their gear. If it weren't for the pseudonyms that he often labeled himself as, it would be likely that his reputation would precede him in most encounters, warning those ahead of time. 

It was a day like any other when Ransom decided he was capable of more. He wandered off in search of others with a like mind, willing to do more than just survive, but instead to thrive. He could foresee it, a tribe that enveloped the weak. A tribe unlike an the wasteland has yet to see.[/hider]