Here goes.
Name: Hackston Pilgrim Jr.
Gender: Male
Age: 47
Appearance: Bearded man who smells like zeeweed, tobacco and a troubled past, so all in all blends right in the docks of fallen London. Terrible posture gained from working in cramped places, years of hard labor has given him a nasty cough. Always wears his lucky gloves which were possibly red one day in the past.
Profession: Mechanic. Knows how to bend steel, make it move, shovel fuel into the engines and hopefully make it NOT explode.
Ambition: To sail the zee, anywhere else in fallen London is too dangerous for him, when it gets to that point the zee is safer than home you know you have met a man at the end of his rope.
Past: Hackston family used to have it good, centuries ago that is. Hackston Pilgrim Jr was born in a factory, grew up in a factory, worked in a factory and expected to die in a factory until his father gained a huge debt to rat families of London and shortly after experienced an unfortunate accident between the rolling parts of a cardboard presser. Passing on the debt to his son. Without an echo to his name the young man fled to where men of desperation are naturally bound, to the Unterzee. It has been his haunting home ever since.