This young Nomad is not particularly huge or good looking, but he does look weathered and deeply tanned, with green eyes staring out of sockets already marked with faint crow's feet from a life of exposure to the elements.

His short, wild and wavy hair has been turned into a burnished gold and he wears several days of stubble. His face is more gaunt and severe than many city dwellers, lacking the hallmark "water fat" of the static population.

His voice is soft and surprisingly well enunciated.

Current Outfit: He's suited up, the full "Moto" armored look, a nylon flap holster cocked to one side about crotch level on his belt, and a sheath knife worn horizontally along the small of his back. The armor itself is a mix of browns, tans and a little black, all mostly unadorned.

The only concessions being a faded red "Sturm Ruger" patch on his left shoulder, and a newer looking black rectangular patch on his right that just read "JODES" in all white caps. A smaller rectangle the same length beneath it read "FOUNDER". This was sewn into some kind of backing and attached with metal grommets, evidence that he really does not want to lose it."

Current Vehicle: "Off to the side stood a hard used VMW dirt bike, a "Volksrad" model that had been stripped of the more fragile parts and rattle-canned a flat tan color at some point. The flat cargo potion behind the seat was crisscrossed with sun bleached bungee cords."