Sandy

Most mercs tend to be packed with a lot of muscle. Not so much for Sandy, who has always had that emaciated scavenger look about him. That's fine with Sandy, he never wanted big muscles anyway, big muscles make you slow. If your slow, your dead.

Facial hair seems to come out patchy for him, so he keeps his face shaven. His hair ont op of his head, sprouts out wild and shaggy.

Has a few small scars on his face, as a result of several beatings he has received.

Nose is slightly broken.

Has a tattoo on the left side of his neck of a crude lantern, looks like it was done by a child.

Left hand covered in old chemical burns.

No matter what, Sandy almost always seems to be covered in a thin layer of trail dust.

Top - Wears a ragged red flannel shirt, showing underneath is an old Black Red Rocket t-shirt. Atop the shirt is a worn old denim jacket with held together with duct tape, pins, patches and rivets. Fastened over his waist and shoulder is a simple brown leather bandolier, that has a series of small pouches and holsters for equipment.

Bottom - He has a pair of dusty old denim jeans (slim fit), that have served him very well. Over his left knee, he has a knee-pad made from what looks like an old plastic bowl and some straps. The cuffs of his boots are tucked into a dusty pair of combat boots.

Head - Atop his head is an old leather cowboy hat, which he has customised by attaching little accessories to it. So far it has a crow feather, a couple of bullets and an old red bandana.

Neck - Around his neck, he has a simple necklace of bottle caps, he uses this kinda like a wallet.

Born in The Capital Wasteland, lost his parents when he was very young. Maybe they were from big town but he doesn't remember. All he left from them is a set of brass knuckles.

Ended up in Little Lamplight, got raised their with the other kids. Although not as strong as some of the other kids, he was certainly one of the quickest among them. He got picked quite a lot for the scavenging runs, used to complain afterwards about the sand getting everywhere, this is where his name came from.

Was 16 when he left and headed over to Big Town, was nice to see some old faces, alot of faces were gone. Was pissed at just how bad things were in Big Town, it was a constant battle just to keep out the mutants and raiders. That is until the mutants made a big push with him and some others. He thought he was a goner, until he and the others were rescues by The Lone Wanderer.

Decided after that "To Hell with this town" and got involved with some Caravans up in Canterbury Commons. Got to meet another old face Machete. He worked as a caravan guard for a while.

Never got much in the way of education, got all the basic stuff from the other kids he grew up with. He cannot read too good and can do basic maths.

He is what some would call "Wasteland Smart".

A Mercenary, moving from settlement to settlement along the Delaware River.