Sergeant Eligius 'Detroit' Washington
aka Big-D, aka Hotwire
American, Age 31
U.S. Army MOS 91B Wheeled Vehicle Mechanic
Skills To Pay the Bills: Ground Vehicle (Wheeled), Intrusion, Mechanic, Scrounging, Unarmed Combat
Languages: English (Native), Polish (Limited Working Proficiency), Spanish (Limited Working Proficiency, Plus)
Key Equipment: SKS Carbine, M3A1 Submachine Gun, M9 Pistol, Wheeled Vehicle Tools

Ambitions: Barter/steal/loot/buy a 7.62x39mm Avtomat Kalashnikova assault rifle.  Enjoy a nice period from sunup to sundown, in which he doesn't have to use his newly acquired longarm.  Sing a song about it.

Description: A hard, pipe-hittin' 'Player Character', who'll go to work on the homes here with a pair of pliers and a blow torch; Eligius Washington is armed with a high serial number Ithaca grease-gun, a 1954 Tula SKS, along with an Ontario 499 aviator survival knife.  He might have some brass knuckles as well - stick your chin up and find out.  Detroit recently acquired a ’surplus’ HGU-56/P helmet and a nice pair of AN/PVS-6 ANVIS NVG’s from a dead Wobbly Two’s footlocker.  While he carries almost a kilogram of ill-gotten gold for trade and barter, the total number of fucks in his inventory is exactly zero.

Background: The second son of a devout Detroit autoworker, Eligius inherited his father's love of cars, if not his morality and work ethic.  When GTA priors kept him from getting a job in a factory, Eligius and his old cellmate Pete Kulka started their own garage, which was really just a front for chopping and selling parts from midnight acquisitions.  Drafted early in the war, he's been in and out of the stockade since arriving in Europe, mostly for joyriding West German luxury cars.

”I beat the shit out of Pete Kukla my first night in prison.  That's what you've got to do - kick someone's ass the first day, or become somebody's bitch.  So yeah, me and Pete didn’t get along at first.  Afterward though, we both realized we were raised Catholic.  Détente eventually grew into friendship.  Pete taught me some Polish, mostly so we could communicate surreptitiously around other inmates and the guards.  Never thought I’d be in Poland having to use this shit to survive.”