<div class="floatleft">(http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ldj0844czM1qzk2fxo1_400.png)</div><div align="center">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcrpvjjo561qbj0fio1_500.png)</div><hr/><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Name: </strong>Wyatt "Tychus" Findley <br/><strong>Age: </strong>29</div><br/><strong>Life before the 'family': </strong>Tychus was known well in the central states as a meth cook for a small time motorcycle gang before he was locked up and forgotten about. He possess basic level chemistry abilities, mechanical (not heavily electronic, newer cars he won't even touch) and is a great hunter. When society as a whole fell apart and during the panic that endued he was able to make his escape and drive west.<br/><br/>His original plans was to pillage and steal his way but found that actual human contact had become rare along the way. When he came across the survivors in the abandoned air plane bone yard he would have terrorized them but they took him in and before he turned their backs on them he managed to help them fight off another pair of raiders.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Life with the 'family':</strong><br/>Tyhcus is a new arrival to the group of survivors and mostly keeps to himself. His skills as a hunter can not be ignored and he did arrive with a motorcycle he hot wired and two saddle bags, one full of supplies the other replaced with a spare fuel tank. His life as a criminal gives him access to a plethora of abilities normal folks would not know first hand. Hot wiring, opening locked doors and amateur bomb making.<br/><br/><strong>Personality and relationships: </strong><br/>Tychus only knows to look out for himself and is hard to get along with, it stems back to the anger he felt after he was sold out by his own club and tossed away to rot in jail. Convinced he has nothing else in the world, he lives life day to day and does not even have those thoughts or dreams of the future or reminisce of better times in the past.<br/><br/><strong>Other:</strong>Owns a crossbow and hunter's composite bow with enough Arrows and bolts to last him a decent amount of time. Thanks to the panic in the cities and the inability for others to shoot properly he is able to find the projectiles more commonly then actual ammunition. He goes no where without his hunting knife or his cross bow.