Last RP fell through, so why not?
NAME: Marcus (AKA Magpie, only his 'old friends' call him that) Finch
SEX: Male
AGE: 36
DESCRIPTION: "Smile for" tattooed on left hand "The Birdy" Right hand, 3 old gunshot wound scars (2 in the gut, 1 in left arm), "Sons of 6" and a revolver cylinder tattooed across small of his back, Stout and muscular. Black hair and hazel eyed
SKILLS/WEAKNESSES:
Survival/Bushcraft Marcus had a respect for survivalists and preppers, while never getting into it much himself he was known to dabble in studies on living off the land in his spare time...just in case
Smuggling Marcus has made much of his entire adult livelihood moving illegal goods from X to Z, as such he has a bit of a knack for picking out conmen or those slightly crooked than others in need of something moved from one place to another
Crack shot Marcus may not be able to shoot the wings off a fly, but he isn't far from it. Years of deals gone bad in smuggling work and working with the Sons of 6 have made him a rather exceptional shot.
Eagle Eyed Anyone in illegal lines of work worth their weight in salt is expected to spot trouble when it's on the horizon at the very least, and years of working with raider groups like the Sons of 6 and anyone they paired up with to take on scores has made Marcus alert to ambushes and traps.
Paranoid "Its not REALLY paranoia if they actually ARE out to get me though, is it?"
Pissed off the Sons of 6 The Sons of 6 raider Group are less than impressed by Marcus' betrayal and murder of their number and may come looking for him.
Lonewolf Years of working solo had made Magpie less inclined to trust others, let alone trust them with his past or secrets.
REASON/ROLE IN CONVOY: Escape/Security/Recon, Looking to put as many miles between him and the raiding group he just murdered a dozen members of, although just tells his fellow convoy passengers hes looking for "Better sights", omitting that it's for better sight picture of anyone hes double-crossed.
GEAR/BELONGINGS:
M47 Medusa (TL;DR for video: Revolver, not a commercial success, can chamber and safely shoot around 25 pistol calibers although they aren't very accurate w/ most beyond .38 and .357 or similarly sized cartridges) His 1st prize possession whilst working with the Sons of 6
Ruger 77/357 (5+1 shot .357 mag bolt action rifle)
Mish-mash of collected ammunition from 'work' (Predominantly .357 Magnum, .38 S&W and 9mm parabellum)
Rucksack, contains or carries all his other worldly necessities: 5 day's food and water (Canned food-stuffs mostly), basic medical necessities (tourniquets; bandages; several bottles hard liquor for disinfecting and consumption as mild painkiller) Several bags of Zip-ties (heavy duty, for detaining people or securing wares)
3 changes of clothes
Water purification tablets and solutions
Collapsible Spyglass
3 tightly sealed black bags concealed somewhere on White Lightning, contents unknown
BIOGRAPHY: Marcus has spent most of his life outside the law to some degree or another. An experienced smuggler, he built quite a reputation in the black market for discretely moving everything from illegally harvested organs and untaxed goods to guns and narcotics among a wide variety of other less-than-legal varieties. The carefully built networks of trusted liaisons and contacts he'd built up over his adult life came to a screeching halt with the outbreak years back as everything turned sideways.
With most of his life's work in shambles Marcus turned to working with a raiding group known as the "Sons of 6", a network of raiding parties most known for their signature use of revolver-styled firearms to help re-establish new networks to bring a semblance of structure back to his work in smuggling. Things started to look up as he once again began moving cargo lifted from convoys the Sons of 6 stole to black or grey market groups across America. This came to an abrupt halt when the Sons of 6 leadership saw a radical change, with it's new bosses stealing Marcus' most prized possessions, his revolver (A collector's item in it's own right) and his Dune buggy "White Lightning", a custom-built vehicle from a friend killed in the outbreak.
Infuriated at the betrayal, Marcus killed a dozen members of the raiding group (along with the boss who stole his prized pistol) and his car and drove off into the metaphorical sunset. Now working with a convoy to move various goods, he's seeking to hide himself among bigger targets to prevent anyone coming for him.
VEHICLE TYPE: Custom-built Dune-buggy, Marcus insists on calling it "White Lightning"
MODEL: N/A, although Fabricated in mid 2030s
FUEL SOURCE: Solar/Electric, Panels fitted along the roof of the 'roll cage' and back of the vehicle over the batteries.
ROLE IN CONVOY: Recon/Security
MODIFICATIONS: Discussed below
IMAGE/DESCRIPTION: Sitting low to the ground, light and fast as possible, Marcus' vehicle remains one of his 2 prized possessions, stolen back from the Sons of 6 raider group. The vehicle was recently repurposed for short-to-mid range reconnaissance for Sons of 6 raiding parties. Despite this, it began it's life as a light-weight smuggling vehicle for moving narcotics and weapons between black market groups across America, allowing self-sufficiency in it's obvious stowage compartments along the sides of the driver's position (Which function as a light armor plating) for food/water and survival necessities while still offering plenty of hidden compartments across it's body. Marcus had the vehicle custom built for him by his late (and only) friend Jorgensen "Georgie" Reid, a chop-shop owner said to be a savant in constructing light-weight vehicles for black market purposes.
Edit Log: Changes in grammar and spacing, Elaboration on Sons of 6, clarification on M47