Name: Crud Breakknuckle.
Age: 48
Race:Rock Jerboan
Zone of Birth: All-Gobi, south of Schwebenwagen Heavy Industries
Class:Path of the TempestRenegade
Current Employment Alignment: Rebel
Description: A stocky, persistently tubby Jerboan with blonde tail and ear fur, blonde hair, and dark brown fur. His eyes are a dark brown, and a scar over one eye. His knuckles are noticeably torn up, and he wears loose fitting bikers pants and heavy boots. When he's riding he also wears a black leather jacket with emissive hot-rod flame heat sinks along the arms to radiate the desert heat. He's never seen without his heavy duty sledge hammer, 'Knee Capper' by his side. The Jerboan is built like a brick shit house, and under that fat is hard muscle and thick bones. The only time he's seen without a slight smirk on his face is when the hype either has, or is about to take him and shit is about to get real. The only hint of his age on his body is a few stretch marks and a wrinkle here or there around his eyes.
Personality: Crud is the most ruthless son of a bitch on his side of the artic sea. He divides the world very neatly into three groups. You're either in his gang or part of the extended network of gangs that he now leads; a source of money, parts, food, or entertainment for him to beat any of the above out of; or you're a fucking impediment to be skull fucked out of existence. To his friends he is known to be a rather hot headed asshole, but THEIR hot headed asshole who will, and has, put his life on the line to see their lot in life improve. To everyone else who plys the land routes of the All-Gobi... he's a nightmare. Caravaneers scare their children with stories of what the big bad Breakknuckle will do to them if they don't oil the walker joints properly and get to bed on time each night, and his face is plastered on wanted posters in every charging station and auditor bar from Cardinal Holdings to Soon-Bok Heavy Ordinance. He's a jerboan with ambition, and as far as he's concerned, the corpo-fucks and the megacities alike can burn if it means even an ounce of pleasure for him and his.
Abilities: Crud Breakknuckle is a renegade through and through. The storm pulses in his veins and echos in his voice when the hype takes him, and ain't nobody can take a stand when he brings out his sledgehammer "Kneecapper ''. In addition to this, Crud is a daring and ruthless leader, a cunning negotiator and a skilled mechanic. When he's not barking orders or planning raids, it's a sure bet he's tuning up and fiddling with his hog, an insanely overtooled warbike, that according to gang legend, has everything from singularity powered turbo jets, to tactical nuke launchers, and one wild claim an uplink to an old thor-strike capable warsat still in orbit. Rumors that Crud does nothing to discourage.
Relationships:
Crud's Knuckle Breakers - So named after the famous fight, this group of about a dozen or so Jerboan bikers makes up Crud's closest mates. He's been through more than a few things with them all, they earned names riding beside him, and while he's got no children he claims as his own, despite a few rumors among the families, he's god father to more than a few of their kids. Wherever Crud goes, his knuckle breakers are sure to follow.
Oozlepox - Oozlepox is a mutant from the bunkers, he came back with Crud after one of his bunker expeditions to get more tech to help with his raids, and acted as a translator between the Jerboan and the other bunker mutants. Oozlepox looks nothing so much as a lumpy, pustulent, slug with tentacles, if a weirdly fragrant one (not that you'd ever guess from looking at him, he smells like flowers), but Crud's gang has learned to appreciate him, both for his apparent loyalty to the Jerboan who got him out of the bunkers, and for the doors he opens with his ability to communicate with other mutants, bunker-born or not.
Jane 'Fido' Doe - Once a wild wolf beastman that terrorized some of the supply bunker charging station camps of Schwebenwagen Heavy Industries found a fat looking Jerboan who seemed more interested in prying open a Schwebenwagen BotTank for parts than what might be sneaking up on him. She found that she had bit off more than he could chew in pouncing on what should've been an easy meal. The beastman came out of the fight alive, but less half a mouth of teeth and smelling of burnt fur and ozone. She should have died then, but Crud told his mates to muzzle her, tie her up, and toss her on the back of his hog. When they got back to the gang's camp, he helped nurse the beastman back to health. It took months, but he and the gang were eventually able to draw her back out of herself, and while she remained amnesiatic of who she had been, they named her Jane Doe, 'Fido' having been the name they'd called her up until that point. Jane became a splicer Renegade working under Crud, and is the real secret to the insanity of his, and the Knuckle Breaker's hogs. Whoever she was before she went beastman, she knew her wartech, and now she applies that for Crud's benefit.
"Mad" Maggie McMillan - While no one's been able to, in the Jerboan parlance, 'prove shit', there have been persistent rumors that Crud and the immortal pirate queen have been tempestuous lovers and drinking buddies any time the gang's nomadic path takes them close to the Calico Redistribution held territories ever since their famous fight. Whatever the truth, the two have maintained a surprisingly cordial relationship and alliance.
Robin "Gladhands" - Crud is both impressed and slightly upset at Robin breaking his formerly held placement as highest bounty from Schwebenwagen, and is currently contemplating something incredibly reckless to take back that title.
Important Life Moments:
His full name is Crud Ridemender, Relichunter, Raidpusher, Caravantaker, Mutantfriend, BotBreaker, Beastkintamer, CorpoFucker, Gangchain, Breakknuckle. All but one of those names were added by him in his long life as a Renegade. His family had once been known only as "Ridemender", for his family specialized in keeping the bikes and buggies and other all important rides of the gang in operation regardless of what they had on hand. Crud wasn't satisfied with that. Moment he was old enough, when he went out on salvage runs for parts to the deep desert, he started going where he shouldn't, delving into the old bunkers. It was there he found it. He found the implants and the autodoc that would change his life. They put advanced prototype biotech augments in him, and the storm came when he called. Always a renegade, one who let his emotions push him, this manifested stronger than ever, and his life was set.
Crud began to push his small gang to push for bigger and bigger scores. With his abilities and his tactical acumen (he said the sky spoke to him, he knew when enemies were coming, when the response was gonna hit, he could feel the sand storms before they crossed the horizon, he knew when and where the caravans would appear), he struck harder and faster. He struck deals with desert-bunker mutants, and got the other europan-desert tribes on his side. He and his companions proceeded to close the land trade routes between calico redistribution, cardinal holdings, and czarina tropical (all of which tried to go AROUND Schwebenwagen territory both to retain solar power, and because it was significantly safer, if slower, than traversing the beastkin infested territory, or dealing with Calico Redistribution raids on the high seas), as well as hammering literally ANYTHING that came out of Schwebenwagen for the parts to keep tooling up his ever growing gang's vehicles and weapons.
When Samen Von Würstchen sent his robotic hunters after Crud's gang, he personally smashed them, and used hacked drones to dump their dusty, oil leaking remains into Von Wurstchen's private pent-house pool. His daring managed to unite the gangs that had been hold outs, and he locked down his control of the trade routes. He delivered an ultimatum to the corps. They could pay his very reasonable fees... or they could start paying through the nose for protection from freelancers and adventurers and lose better than half their caravans and supplies. To make the deal all the more lucrative, he used his position to strike a deal with the Calico Redistribution Company to let them know whenever 'negotiations' broke down over this or that, gratis. He received his last name, the one he's best known for, breaking his knuckles in a week long drunken brawl he and his personal gang got into with Pirate Queen "Mad" Maggie McMillan sorting out the finer details of that deal, he never pulled a weapon, and simply beat the shit out of literally everyone, fighting, drinking, and fucking to a stand still with McMillain before they both passed out.
Crud now runs the largest united set of Jerboan gangs in the new world, and runs it with an iron fist. The storm calls to him, and while he's getting on in years, you'd never tell. Some say the storm sustains him, others that he's making backroom deals for longevity tech, a few others say that it weren't Crud that came out of those bunkers. Few people say this to his face.
Quotes:
"So you wanna ride the storm then babe? Sure, hop on and I'll take you for a ride."
"Bot, your fuckin' recordin' this? Look at this. You tell that netsucking FUCK that sent you that he wants me dead? He better come do it himself. Was this his best? Well the weapons, the power cores, the best bits? They're ours now, and he'll see that when he loses another few charging relays on his rail network. But the rest? Oh he gets that back. You'll bring it back to him, now if you wanna avoid being offlined you engramed command corpo-fuck-face you'll do EXACTLY what I say."
"Okay so, Looie, hey, Looie I'm fuckin' talking to you, stop staring at Jane's tits for 5 minutes and listen. Okay, I need you and Allin with the Torque Fire Gang on this dune here, so that when Biafra and Jane blow the charges, you guys can ride down that dune FAST, that way Oozlepox and his lot will-"