Utterly Mad

Isaac laughed lightly at the what Joshua and Mordecai said "So every man in a duster is the same ey? Tell me, did this ghost look like a mummy too?"

[[I'll make some NPCs for the main group if that's whats needed. Perhaps free some slaves, or its just run by a skeleton crew. I'll add the options up in the poll.]]

Name: Victor Chalk
Age: ? (Anywhere from thirties to fifties, it's a little hard to tell.)
Gender: Male
Race: Bionic Nightmare

Weapons:
-An enormous revolver, obviously made after the apocalypse, chambered for .454 Casull. Chalk is very close to this old thing, thinking of it as his trademark. He keeps it in a leather side holster, hidden beneath his duster.
-A 12-gauge 'lupara' coat gun. It's a compact, homemade double-barrel shotgun with a large hook in the stock, allowing Chalk to sneakily hook it into his vest.
-An AMT Baby Automag pistol in .22 LR, which Chalk keeps tucked into his belt.
-Four tin cans, filled with black gunpowder and whatever Chalk could find (needles, nails, BBs, etc.) and welded shut, with small fuses running out of the top.
Uniform: A heavy leather duster, frayed at the edges, showing signs of very heavy wear. Underneath, a Dragon Skin vest, also well-worn, over a cotton undershirt. Heavy cargo pants, kneepads, and hiking boots finish up his lower body. He's got strips of wool wrapped around his hands, almost like boxing tape.
General Inventory: A foggy glass bottle full of probably-expired opiates meant for medium-sized animals. A small pack of chocolate cigarillos, and a little silver zippo to go with it. Two clips of .22 LR hollow-points reside in one pocket, for his AMT. Two speedloaders of semi-wadcutter rounds for his revolver. A dozen #3 steel shot shells for his coat gun, jangling in another internal pocket.

Perks:
Bionic Nightmare: Is a literal mess of flesh filled with wires and assorted bionic parts. Chalk's skin is covered in surgical scars, wires peek out of his joints, one eye is replaced with a flickering red laser device, his voice is a jumble of static formed into words, and he suffers random electric shocks of varying intensity throughout the day.
A Few Positive Bionics: The eye does help with aim, his muscles have hydraulic enhancements, and once in a while he can focus the shocks positively, giving his fist the shock of a stun-gun.
Commando: Crazy unarmed capabilities.
Traits: [Mildly Insane] [Hideous] [Very Strong] [Military Training (Or at least something very similar. Despite there being no real military to train him, Chalk does have some serious skills)]
Skills: [Guns: 2] [Unarmed: 3]
Backstory: Victor Chalk has no idea what happened to him. He knows his name, he knows the basic situation the world is in, and he knows what he's learned since he woke up on the side of the road about three years back, but anything before that is gone like the wind. He's guessing he wasn't always like this, but whether someone forced it upon him or a voluntary experiment gone awry, he doesn't know the cause. Chalk joined up with Deliverance because, well, what else can a monster like him do? He's good at killing people, it doesn't bother him, and he needs to make a living.

Weapon Pics (Because I'm bored)

Spoiler: Revolver (hover to show)

Spoiler: Coat Gun (hover to show)

Spoiler: AMT (hover to show)

"What, these?" Jove raised his hands and showed them off by bending the metal fingers and popping the mechanics inside like bones. "Born with 'em." He smiled and winked to Missy, though this hurt just a smidge as he lowered his hands and rested them in his lap.

Ivan gets out of the RV and goes to investigate where the music is coming from.I'll be here in a minute!-he says to the people in the RV.

Seb frowned, a quiet disapproving grunt forming in his throat.  He had hoped for something more substantial; some kind of insight to give him more answers, but he wasn't sure why he expected that from anybody in the RV.  The digits of his paws were interlocked, propping up his muzzle as he rested his elbows on the small table in the RV's cabin, contemplating some strange revelation that had just came to him, but didn't speak of it openly.  His ears twitched, picking up a peal of...music over the masses of vehicles driving throughout the area.  Curious, he stood, easily lifting himself through the roof access and looking out over the horizon to determine the source. 

Seb's eyes squint in disbelief as he looked about and sniffed the air, detecting no other distinct entities.  "Unit?  Where's the rest of it," he yells over the wind. 

Seb winces as the laugh battered into his sensitive ears.  Glancing over at Chalk's outstretched hand then back at his face, he shrugs and says "Right...as you say.  Best get inside then."  The wolf mutant ducked back down inside the RV, leaving the cyborg's hand rather lonely.  Seb wondered why he's even surprised at this point.  Yes, let's go ahead and just dump all the unwanted deviants into wolf-boy's unit.  Fantastic.