Undertaker
Oct 31, 2015 8:44:45 GMT -6
Post by Undertaker on Oct 31, 2015 8:44:45 GMT -6
"Hell'o mon... Shall I picka plot fo' yoo?"
Name: Undertaker
Age: In his thirties
Height: 6'7"
Religion: Voodoo
Weapon of choice: .50 calibur SAW heavy machine gun
Faction: Diggers
Rank: High King
The Undertaker is as mysterious as he is dangerous. He is the leader of the Diggers Faction whose sole purpose is to craft munitions for the town and the surrounding waste lands. At least on the surface that is. His underground deals span further than that and pefers to keep them out of sight from the rest of the charters.
He resides in his muntion factory on a throne of spent shell casings and the bones of his enemies. Those brave enough to enter the industrial section of the town better be wary for his fortress is not for the weak of heart. Voodoo symbols scatter around his borders warning those of the dark magic he possesses.
He came into town inside what he calls his hearse. An armored bank truck he aquired during the first few weeks of the outbreak. He modified it with a roof mounted mini turrent, a barbwire covered cattle gaurd from an old train, and a howitzer cannon facing the rear. He quickly took to the industrial area where his expertise in guns excelled quickly and was approached by the fledgling king of the town. Agreeing to help each other. The tyrant gets his guns and the undertaker gets his water and electricity.
But how to make sure he would always be needed? Make war. So he made backalley deals with the rebel leader and arms those who seek to overthrow the tyrant king. Now he sits back and laughs as his profits only grow with each passing skirmish. Though he himself rarely wanders onto the battlefield he sends his men to stir trouble up when neccessary.
To join his army of Diggers is a unknown ritual. Not all make it out. Many end up just disappearing along with his enemies. He has been seen roaming the outskirts of the city tapping his cane on rocks as he stares out across the desolate lands only to laugh and walk away. Whispers in the corners of the city say he is immortal and after he gets buried he crawls out from the grave to kill the ones who put him there.
"Chu bet'er bring somfhing if yoos wants somfhing... Udderwise chu will finds yoor plot."
Name: Undertaker
Age: In his thirties
Height: 6'7"
Religion: Voodoo
Weapon of choice: .50 calibur SAW heavy machine gun
Faction: Diggers
Rank: High King
The Undertaker is as mysterious as he is dangerous. He is the leader of the Diggers Faction whose sole purpose is to craft munitions for the town and the surrounding waste lands. At least on the surface that is. His underground deals span further than that and pefers to keep them out of sight from the rest of the charters.
He resides in his muntion factory on a throne of spent shell casings and the bones of his enemies. Those brave enough to enter the industrial section of the town better be wary for his fortress is not for the weak of heart. Voodoo symbols scatter around his borders warning those of the dark magic he possesses.
He came into town inside what he calls his hearse. An armored bank truck he aquired during the first few weeks of the outbreak. He modified it with a roof mounted mini turrent, a barbwire covered cattle gaurd from an old train, and a howitzer cannon facing the rear. He quickly took to the industrial area where his expertise in guns excelled quickly and was approached by the fledgling king of the town. Agreeing to help each other. The tyrant gets his guns and the undertaker gets his water and electricity.
But how to make sure he would always be needed? Make war. So he made backalley deals with the rebel leader and arms those who seek to overthrow the tyrant king. Now he sits back and laughs as his profits only grow with each passing skirmish. Though he himself rarely wanders onto the battlefield he sends his men to stir trouble up when neccessary.
To join his army of Diggers is a unknown ritual. Not all make it out. Many end up just disappearing along with his enemies. He has been seen roaming the outskirts of the city tapping his cane on rocks as he stares out across the desolate lands only to laugh and walk away. Whispers in the corners of the city say he is immortal and after he gets buried he crawls out from the grave to kill the ones who put him there.
"Chu bet'er bring somfhing if yoos wants somfhing... Udderwise chu will finds yoor plot."