[ Derek Wilson, 38, He/Him ] NITRO showed up right on time for the end of the world. Even now, word is that they are WELL-MEANING, but still get ERRATIC at the mention of how things used to be. They have been living in SALUS for HIS WHOLE LIFE. If you go looking for them, you can usually find PURPLE HAT by SOFI TUKKER playing, or use TATTERED CLOTHING RIDDEN WITH BLOODSTAINS & PUNGENT-SMELL OF HOT GARBAGE to narrow it down.
For the longest time, Nitro was a man without a name. Often responding to anything from grunts to unearthly screeching, Nitro is a man who has surprisingly done rather well for going most of his thirty-eight years on earth nameless. After religiously sleeping in an old, beat-up mustang with the license plate ’N17RO’ and viciously attacking anyone who came near it, his fellow raiders began referring to him as such. For a former raider, Nitro is and was a lost cause. Despite being extremely agile due to his propensity to steal and make a quick escape, his skills among the raiders were often utilized in a very limited capacity. Even if Nitro managed to make off with a load of loot from the Settllers compounds, it was his dumb and rather gullible brain that got him into trouble.
‘Don’t ever think with your head! You’re not the brains man, you’re the brawns! Muscles, Nitro, use your guns! Not your tongue!’
The lectures and admonishment would receive following countless raids led him to developing a self-soothing mantra when out on a job. Guns, not tongues, he’d repeat to himself. On his final mission, he had one last chance to prove himself, prove that he was worthy of remaining a raider warrior. Letting out the loudest war cry whilst covering himself in dirt and paint, he’d armed himself to the teeth and rushed out to begin his pillaging campaign, intent on reclaiming glory.
However, it never came to fruition. It was quickly discovered the entire raid was hoax, designed to have Nitro abandoned and inhaling his former tribe’s dust. Confused and left standing in the middle of nowhere looking like a berserk madman ready to take on scavengers and settlers of Salus alike with a single blow, Nitro was forced to change course. For many months he traveled alone, collecting garbage and random junk as he went, as souvenirs, trophies...useful trinkets that might benefit him later on. Eventually, this habit of trash collection turned into a full-fledged job. He eventually graduated from hoarding useless objects to disposing of rotting corpses sometimes trekking for miles before he found a decent burial spot. This is when he began to be known as ‘the janitor’. With a knack for finding and making things & people disappear, Nitro provides the best waste disposal service this side of Salus. Provided of course, you know how to reach him.
Anything can be used as a toothpick. Does it have a sharp edge? You can bet your ass Nitro’s used it.
Nitro has found his calling, and is actually surprisingly good at cleaning up, most of the time. The messier the job and the more discreet he has to be in tying up loose ends, the greater the chances of him somehow screwing it up. Even if he does get results… eventually.
For a man who spends all his time cleaning up other people’s messes, his quarters are absolutely filthy. Ironically the only reason Nitro ever manages to make the streets around him a slightly habitable place is because he’s hoarded all that trash for himself.
A good man at heart, Nitro is often take advantage of by more discerning people. Though he’s easy to trick, his maniacal and erratic behavior often keeps the sharks at bay.
