(Apologizing in advance for not finding a smaller size)
Name: "RedRoach"
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Occupation: Freelance Scavanger
Faction: Suspected Runaway Anglean Republic Orphan
Personality: A friendly, comical but wary teen hailing from the middle of a desert, the young firecracker always has a prank or two (with potential negative or positive effects every time) in his pockets that many assume must have damn near everything. More often than not, he can be found over-exaggerating his exploits or actions, both physically and verbally, regardless of witnesses, evidence, or time of said action. Has been know to swear. A lot.
Secrets: Has several bounties on his head, forcing name change several times. Willingly has humiliated himself and looked like a complete idiot for the "lulz". Also carries a high-powered semi-auto pistol in those never-ending pockets. Can't fly a ship for his life.
Bio: Most of the time, if you're flying around a ship, you want to make sure everything you've got is in tip-top shape, like your engines, your crew, and your cargo. But this young idiot would do anything, backflip, hang off ship rails, sabotage, for attention. This young kid, at quite the measly age, hid himself on a trade ship heading for a small desert town. After arrival, he managed to sneak out. The ship sailed back for the Republic none the wiser, and fell prey to pirates, without the kid's knowledge. As time passed, the child began seeking out attention again in any way he could. However, not many a passerby was happy with his antics.
After a while, someone got real mad at the teen after too many "re-painted" walls, and put up a bounty clearly stating for the vandal to be brought to jail. The teen then had to stow away on another ship, bringing "Freeloader" to his list of occupations. He traveled from city to city, ruin to ruin, pirate battle to pirate battle on ships he hid on for several years. Then one day, after a particularly nasty run-in with a no-exceptions crew after "accidentally" blowing up a gun, he was stranded in a certain small village. Accumulating the standard notoriety and bounty again for theft and on this occasion, a major injury (Totally self-defense, would have been clubbed otherwise), he hid himself on a small ship flying away that day.
During that trip, a Pirate ship decided it would be fun to shoot the lonely travelling vessel, and the crew went into a crisis trying to keep the ship together. As panic ensued, the teenager picked up a hammer in a rapid pace and began to whack randomly at engines, almost instantly repairing them somehow like if it were out of a steampunk videogame, out of fear that death would be worse than a crew staring him down. Soon, with the engines being repaired by the teen, the pirate ship burned on the ground. Everyone on the crew stared at this random person who had suddenly appeared to them like some midget angel from the skies, until they realized this was the same teen who blew up their equipment about a week ago. They decided to pardon him for the moment, and kicked him off at a much more successful city known as Fallow.
As the teen wandered around the makeshift factories in the ruins, he came across three things that changed his life. A pistol that was absurdly powerful that looked an awful lot like it was manufactured before everything became dust, a blueprint in the dust for what seemed a new type of ammunition, and a community willing to allow scavengers who act like complete retards for the entertainment of others into their society. He finally had something to do that didn't annoy the heck out of people, places to go where he didn't annoy the heck out of people, and hey, if he did annoy the heck out of some people, at least now he had some friends to be at his side.