Name:
Craig McCollister

Age:
21

Gender:
Male

Weapon(s):
Steam powered revolver, steel short sword

Abilities:
Left arm is Stronger than normal do to the fact it is steam powered. He is also quite intelligent when it come to steam-powered machinery.

Bio:
Craig was born and lived the first few years of his life on the edge of Gravenhague. His mother was a stay at home mom that took care of him and his older brother, while his father worked in a factory building machinery for the city. One day while he and his brother were playing outside, Craig was about 9, there was an attack from Oil-Users. Their mother did her best to keep them alive and safe but when the attack was done his brother was dead and Craig's left arm was gone. over the next year he and his father built him an arm to replace the one that was lost. Now that he is 21, he is looking to wipe out the Oil-Users and take revenge for his brothers life.

Appearance:

*NOTE: Left arm is steam-powered machine.

Other:
Revolver is attached to the wrist of his left arm.

Name:
Daedalus "D.D." Freight

Age:
24

Gender:
Male

Weapon(s):
Arepeating pistol, a sword disguised as a cane and a crossbow

Abilities: D.D. is a genius and very innovative when it comes to mechanics. He is an excellent marksman

Bio:At the age of three years, I was diagnosed with a mental disease known as Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. ADHD for short. This means that I have a slight problem with things such as concentration and sitting still, hence my tendency to ramble. One would think that such a disorder would make life increasingly difficult, but was the exact opposite for myself and my parents. A blessing in disguise, in fact. My inability to pay attention to one thing allowed me to be exempt from school. This resulted in me being home schooled by my father, who taught me only interesting things, like mechanics and physics and such. I was so beguiled by these subjects that I found that I could actually force myself to concentrate on them. So, atleast my parents knew that when I grew up I would be able to find work for myself and for a while life was lovely. Then there was the accident.

While on the way home from the market, my father's auto mobile was involved in a terrible crash. I remeber that it was due to an attack by those "oil-lovers". Anyway, I was never allowed to sit in the front seat, next to my father. That seat was always my mother's and I thank the good Lord every day for the fact that she had chosen to stay at home. She would have been crushed had she been sitting in that seat, much like my legs. I had the horrible habit of putting my feet up on the seat, so that my upper torso was behind the driver's seat and my lower behind the passenger's. The accident itself is quite painful to remember so, to be brief, our auto-mobile was cut in half and crushed my legs with it. This resulted in the amputation of my right leg above the knee and my left leg above the ankle. Sounds particularly gruesome, does it not? It was, there was so much blood. I pity my father who had to see me like that and then explain it to my mother. Ah well...

I was in need of prosthetic legs if I ever wanted to walk again and, being of a middle class family, the cost of a good prosthetic promised to cripple my parents aswell. Thus, I had to settle for two wooden legs. I would be able to walk atleast, but with a crutch. And would never run or climb or jump. That sounded the most horrid thing to a 12 year old boy, but you must know that I was and still am a very determined person. I turned to all the lessons my father had told me about mechanics and applied a bit of physics to it. Then, I went searching through the scrap yards for a few month. Soon, I had all the materials I needed and soon after that I had a new pair of legs. Metal legs that are powered by steam! From the day I put them on until today, I've been running and jumping like any other person. Although I do keep a cane with me at all times, just in case.

So here we are 12 years later. That terrible incident lead to my current profession. It then lead to more money to ensure my parents safety and when they were settled I had enough money to purchase this workshop for myself. I try to stay far away from all this war nonsense, but sometimes that isn't possible. I've, therefore, contribute to it by fixing up anything broken, providing spare parts and occasionally making weapons. Quite the little tinker, aren't I?

Appearance:


Other:
He does have a tendency to ramble and go of topic. Other than items for the war, D.D. enjoys making steam powered toys and his shop is filled with them.