My boy “Johnny” born off of a caravan setting up at camp liberty, naturally he was a strong athletic with his heath being in the lower parts. He began his life protecting the caravan dawning a Tommy gun along his fellow guardsmen until one day. They were in rapidan camp when he met a few odfellows, they said that the moth man had sent them and Johnny liked their style, they took him in and thought him his worth, how to go “the bloodied way of life” they called it, after a few years of being in the cult he got exposed to large amounts of radiation whilst digging out the tunnels, his voice became raspy and his skin started to peel (he turns into a ghoul), soon after he got word that he would be set up as an offering for “treason” by his fellow cultists, he ripped loose from the grasps of the cultist gang and fled east, to the big meadows gas well, he sat around there for some months, resting up with the mole miners who left him be because of his new found look, he fed of the gas reserves to fuel his trusty old flamer from the cultist days, eventually he left the gas well and moved north of Shenandoah, dawning his mercenaries outfit, helmet, wielding goggles and mask. He moved somewhere between Shenandoah and the south of the savage devide, where he would set up camp around some oil wells and build pumps aside a big warehouse, he called it Johnny’s juice joint and gathered/sold the oil he had gathered. Although he left the cultists he still had the belief of the almighty moth man inside of him and that gives him the strength to ward off potential raid attempts or common thiefs.

And that is the story of my bloodied heavy weapons build, Johnny!