Name: Shane Welk Gender: Male, Straight Age/DOB: ~32, 2000? Origin: Repurposed Earth, Texas Family: unknown, probably deceased Other: He was a teen when he came to Black Mesa via a pack of Vorts discovering him in a burnt out building; at least one of those Vorts resides at the Ranch now, keeping an eye on him still Height: 5'6" (a bit small, but that's likely due to his early life and lack of nutrition) Weight: 135, wiry, strong legs, good hands Hair: medium brown, silky and flyaway, kept short to neck and often in his eyes, but also tends to be quite attractive when the sun catches it Eyes: light blue-green, under very expressive eyebrows Appearance: Creamy skin with a handsome jaw and earnest expression, very nice speaking and singing voice with a bit of a southern twang left over from his youth; tends to have layers on because his arms, shoulders, and back are covered in criss-crossed scars from likely crawling under barbed wire or hot metal chickenwire fencing Genetic Abilities: none known Icarus Processing: no, would not benefit and cannot have it done due to genetic tags that contraindicate use |
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Skills or Profession: A ranch hand that makes sure everyone is settled, before starting off the fireworks. He is the one responsible for driving goods between Black Mesa and the Ranch, be they freshly slaughtered Antlion parts, goo-filled eggs from the Nectarium, or people coming to visit. He's expert at defensive driving, repair and maintenance of vehicles of all sorts including farm equipment, and also power tools or other such smaller goods. He has it in his head to rebuild a mill or quarry, but that will have to wait. Otherwise he's also got very good people skills, and is considered the 'contact point' between Black Mesa and the Ranch. | |
Personality: Polite and sensible, calm, and genial. He is the type to defuse arguments, with a firm but gentle voice or comment. He wants what's best for everyone, will take time to figure out what that outcome should be. | |
Events or History: A semi-local to the area, his family ran a farm in Texas until the Synchronicity, and though they kept trying to work it eventually the headcrabs and other more dangerous imported wildlife meant they had to relocate to one of the Cities. City 77 would be his home for another three or four years, but the life of a rancher was not suited to a City of any sort, and he ducked out shortly before the Combine arrived when he was around 15 years old. He spent several years scooting between ruins on bikes, refurbishing vehicles as it suited his needs, and escaping patrols. Eventually he wound up in trouble that he couldn't get out of without help - and that help came in the form of some wandering Vorts. He was near enough Black Mesa that they immediately headed there, but when he learned there was in fact a 'ranch' nearby, he jumped at the chance to revive his proper lifestyle. He takes pride in this, most people associate him with that ranch because he will go on and on about it if he has to remain in the Mesa any length of time. Now that dragons are involved, and the chance once more to actually fight for what's right on another... slightly less nice Earth... that's good enough for him. |
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Dragon Name: Umith |
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