Wrong-Way

Name: Wrong_Way Smith
Deed Name: None
Breed: Homid
Tribe: Bone Gnawers
Auspice: Philodox
Appearance: Early twenties. Stubbled beard, black windswept hair and piercing blue eyes. Slightly weathered face. Not of over bearing stature. Layered clothing(long wool coat, black hoodie, Tshirt) Sturdy jeans and roughed up boots. Sometimes, duct taped tennis shoes. Gloves, tape, mittens, whatever...hands are always covered.
Notes: Content to sit back and listen, Wrong Way isn't normally one to intrude on conversations. Willing to keep it to himself, Wrong Way will never introduce himself. That information is only privy to those who ask. He loves to laugh; it is the only way he can cope in the end times. If he stops laughing, he may never start back up again. Which is why he hangs with his tribe mate Ten Ton. He's always good for some dark comedy.
In all seriousness, Wrong-Way has a very personal view of justice, one not known to many. He also considers the poor and downtrodden his kin. He will go to great lengths to protect them.