Name: Timothy Nicholas Tompkins (or T.N.T)

Age: 20

Weaponry: Several different kinds of explosives. He can make his own explosives out of raw materials so he has a nearly endless supply. He is trained in nearly every explosive weapon known to man so he is adept at rocket launchers, grenades, napalm and can even pilot a stinger missile. His bent view on life also means he has a tendency to use his own body as a weapon, strapping explosives to his own body and running into the middle of the enemy. He is also known to flail wildly with any object that comes to hand, winning battles out of sheer luck that way. He is incredibly lucky, so much so he says a spirit of fire protects him. Walking away from explosions that demolish buildings and kill hundreds of people.

Appearance: T.N.T still has his straight jacket from the mental asylum that he was locked in when the apocalypse happened but it now has two holes cut in the arms to free his arms. It is still buckled round the back. His skin is nearly always dirty, blackened by several explosions. Under his charred appearance is a tall man with blonde hair and a quite hansom face, even if it is twisted in a mad smile most of the time. His eyes are different colours, the right is red and the left is yellow, one of the things first noted in his demolition training. He wears armoured trousers most of the time; saying even if he is protected a little more won’t hurt. If you remove some of the soot from his right forearm you would see a tattoo of a skull smoking a cigar with the words ‘SMOKING SAINTS’ tattooed under it. He carries his weapons in some very unusual places because of his feelings of immortality, usualy keeping grenades in his trousers and slicking his hair back with plastic explosives.

Personality: His mind is very twisted from his time is the war, believing he is protected by a malevolent being of fire. With this belief he finds very little trouble with taking one for the team. In fact he would gladly take them all for the team, even when not asked too. He is quite random in his thoughts, movements and speech, saying one thing and doing something completely unrelated the next. Even though his mind is twisted, he will remain loyal to anyone who gains his trust and takes orders well due to his Military background. He talks to his tatoo alot, letting it make important decisons and battle strategys.

History: Timothy Tompkins, or T.N.T as he preferred to be called, was enrolled in the army at the age of sixteen by faking his age. Once he joined he immediately took an interest in the demolition side of battle, destroying enemy buildings and tanks by sheer firepower. Only after he was deported did the army see the other side of him. Working in a battalion called ‘The smoking saints’ he assaulted an enemy base. He saw his comrades slaughtered before his eyes and he can’t remember much after that, only him walking out of the base as the walls crumbled around him. The army thought the experience had unhinged T.N.T and came after him. Now crazed and paranoid he blew up several of their own bases before the army managed to catch him and lock him in an insane asylum. He was locked in a lead lined, insulated and airtight room, the recyclers the only thing keeping him alive. This is the place where he came up with his wild claims of the spirit protecting him, saying it was the thing that controlled him on ‘the smoking saints’ first mission. After the apocalypse the insane asylum was rubble, the only thing surviving was the room T.N.T was locked in. Now he roams the streets, looking for a reason why he should still be alive and someway to prove the spirit is protecting him.


(Drawn by [Chel.])

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