<strong>Appearance:</strong>Typical fashion sense of a raider, wearing clothes composed of random junk like tires and duct tape. His build is somewhat on the scrawny side, but his smaller size affords him greater agility and speed when it counts.<br/><br/>Image (http://www.deviantart.com/download/155933917/Dust_Raider_by_Vonmurder.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Name: </strong>Eric<br/><br/><strong>Sex:</strong>Male<br/><br/><strong>Sexuality: </strong>Hetero<br/><br/><strong>Occupation Before Caravan Guard: </strong>Ex-Raider<br/><br/><strong>Skills:</strong>Sneak, Lockpick, Science, Guns(prefers rifles)<br/><br/><strong>Brief History:</strong>Like his sister, Sierra, Eric spent much of his life as a raider, preying upon weak and defenseless caravans and travelers. He didn't particularly enjoy the work, but he'd stick by his sister no matter what. She was all he had left. Unlike most of his brothers in arms, Eric had a mind for more intellectual things. As such he often found himself at the bottom of the established pecking order, dispite his sister's high standing with the group.<br/><br/>Still, he had skills that were useful to the raiders. He could get into places most of them could not. A few key strokes and even the most dangerous security systems were rendered inoperable and useless. All he needed to crack a safe full of guns or caps was a bobby pin and a screw driver. Its likely the only reason they kept him around at all.<br/><br/>Eventually though when the rest of the group found themselves dead after a botched raid, he and his sister decided it was time to move on to more honest lines of work. Even a caravan had a use for a quick and agile scout like him. And they didn't find it fun to kick him while he slept!<br/><br/><strong>Ons:</strong>His sister, voyerism, technology, lesbians<br/><br/><strong>Offs:</strong>Recieving pain, seeing his sister with other men.