Randell's been around. His family is from Georgia near Chehaw Park, and he has travelled up and down the Eastern Seaboard. He had done odd jobs creating, repairing, etc. He found he really liked to make things out of metal. Of course, he could do other things as well and usually loved to show off his work. His mom always told him you could accomplish anything you set your mind to, and she's been right so far.

He was told about a possible long distant relative up near Denver and decided to make a trip to find out if they were in fact related or not. Randell turned 21 while in Baton Rouge... and what a birthday party. Afterwards he started travelling northwest heading for Colorado.

He arrived recently in Denver wearing jeans, an old Metallica shirt, torn leather jacket, and other odds and ends. He has a pair of mechanic gloves he usually wears and a ring on his right hand.

His current goal is to survive and find his kin, get settled, and try to make Denver and Manitou Springs a better place to settle down in. (It has to be better already, after all he's here now).

He currently sports one hell of a nasty set of scars across his chest, looks like a bad encounter with the wildlife. He would smile and say, the wolves left me for dead, but I survived. They had bigger prey to fight, if only they knew...