Name: Charlie "Flyboy" Tarring
Age: 19
Occupation: A mechanic of sorts, but has nothing to work on, so a drifter.
Description: Around 5'9", Charlie wears a grease stained shirt and badly scorched jeans. His blond hair is often matted with oil, and held back by a pair of pilots goggles he found. He has a large chunk taken out of his left ear thanks to an exploding exhaust.
Motivation: Flying, Exploring, Mechanicing
Personality: Since he was young, Charlie dreamt of taking to the skies, and exploring the rest of the barren land, and finding new cities. His grandfather would tell stories that had been passed down of the great ships of the sky that would take people from coast to coast. Of course, in this day and age, it is a struggle to find anything that could possibly even glide, let alone a plane. Bored of his hometown, The Flyboy left, with nothing but his name and the clothes on his back to see if his dreams would become a reality.
The world is a dark place, and so most people have to fight to survive. Not really a violent natured person, Charlie uses his quick wit, sarcastic humour and comic ability to avoid confrontation. Thats said, if pushed, Charlie will fight back.
Allegiances: Technology, Family, Exploring
Fighting Style: Whilst never having to defend himself in his hometown, the harsh reality of the real world forced Charlie to grow up fast. He can spar fairly well, and is nimble on his feet. He also uses a metal pole to attack, weilding it like a staff. However, in most situations, Charlie will try and use humour to charm his way out of a fight.
Skills and Abilities: Mechanics (can fix pretty much anything motorized), History of Airtravel, Running
Deficiencies: Can't really drink much alcohol...
Equipment: A metal pole which is lashed to his back, which doubles as a weapon and a tool. He carries a small pack which contains spare parts for vechicles, tools, and a battered dog-eared copy of an airplane manual. His pilot's goggles have been modified to act as binoculars and can be adjusted accordingly.
