Name: Rufus Tucker
Location: Prince William Forest Park.
Bio : A rough and tumble kind of bloke, one that you most certainly don’t ever want to cross. Formerly a US Marine, with over thirty five years of active service, he has since retired and has been living off the land in a kitted out RV. Rufus has done more tours in countries that the US would rather not have the general population know about, he is something of a maverick. Respected by his brothers at arms, but one that was not afraid, to tell the top brass where to shove it. His survival skills out in the open are second to none. A tracker as well as a skilled hunter, he has been able to adapt to civilian life, so long as it was as far away from the cities and towns. On board his RV, he has enough weapons and arsenal to arm a small army. It’s no secret that a few government agencies have him down on their lists, as a man that though loyal to his country, his mental stability was questioned towards the end of his term of service. Seeing one too many horrors, does that to a man.
Background: Once a family man, his many tours caused him to become emotionally detached from his family, and thus he now walks this earth alone. He is loyal only to those he serves with. His motto – Win…or die.
Weapon(s): An automatic rifle, machete, a couple of home made grenades, and twin daggers he keeps in his boots. Along with a bull whip, from a stint down under.
Skills: Extraordinary rifleman, tracker, and survivalist.
Other: Rufus can be considered a joker…but you have to wonder if the joke is on you.