: John "Diesel" MorganAppearance
John has dark hair and usually sports short full facial hair due to nothing but a knife to shave with. He stands about six feet tall and has a broad, muscular build.Age
: 28 as far as anyone could tellBiography
: John “Diesel” Morgan had lived with his mother and father on a small tarberry farm until he was twelve years old, when a band of supermutants attacked the small community. They burned down the few buildings that stood in spite of their rotting wood and many holes and cut down the similarly warn people that inhabited them. John watched with fear and anger in his eyes as one of the huge green monsters pummeled his father into a bloody mass in the dirt. John had attacked the brute, blinded with fury and armed with a nail filled baseball bat he had made with a friend earlier that year. But the attack proved futile as the mutant, laughing loudly, tore the bat from the boys hands and clubbed him across the head with it, then the world was black.
When John woke up he was in a cleared out office of an old abandoned car dealership where the supermutants had recently set up camp. The dealership was a few miles north of the farm where John had lived and they were aware that the creatures had made a settlement of the old building, but nobody expected them to be so aggressive so soon.
The room was dark and reeked of rotting flesh, much of which could still be seen on the floors and walls. The windows were boarded up and the sliding mechanical door was jimmied off its track and completely jammed but there was a large hole in the wall next to the door with a chain link fence covering it with a small fence door that was wrapped in chains with two large padlocks holding it shut very securely, all together making it an effective makeshift cage for the boy and his one other cell mate, a girl John did not recognize, probably from another nearby settlement. She looked maybe only a year or two younger than himself and was hugging her knees in the corner. She was clearly too terrified to do anything else.
John should have been too, he knew about supermutants and what they did to prisoners, eat them mainly. But he wasn't, he felt numb having lost everything he knew all at once. Inspecting the fence wall he noticed a flaw in one of the corners, it was not fully attached. He did his best to check down the hall for guards before he Bagan kicking the corner of the old metal fence.
Over and over he kicked it as slowly it began to curve out. Fortunately it was the middle of the night and the mutants were far too busy drinking, eating and sleeping off the long day of raids and human killing to notice the banging coming from the second floor. Before long John had created an opening just large enough to crawl through.
When he was out he turned back to the girl and made a ‘come on’ motion with his hand. When she didn't budge he just turned away and left her. He couldn't really blame her, after all he was probably going to be killed before he could escape anyway. In fact escape wasn't on his mind, killing mutants was the only thing on his mind as he moved silently through the blood soaked hallway. Maneuvering around hanging bags of human body parts.
A small glint caught his eye in one of the nets. It was a .10mm handgun, still clipped to a torso that had long since stopped bleeding. He slipped the weapon out of its holster and held it firm in his hands, like he had the power of vengeance in his palm. He didn't actually know if it was loaded, having never held a gun before, but it didn't matter this was the tool he would use to enact his revenge.
Filled with new found strength he quickly made his way to the first lit room, ready to die and take a few of those monsters with him. When he peeked into the room through the doorway he was stopped, it felt like his breath was stolen from his chest. There were two mutants inside, one was enjoying wild carnal relations with a headless female corpse and the other was affixing a woman's head to a pike. The beast was screwing the head on, twisting it until John was able to see his mother's lifeless eyes staring back at him.
The sight made him recoil, nearly vomit, and his eyes filled with tears. It was all he could do not to cry out. He tried as best he could to think of anything besides his mother's eyes. The only thing that came to him was the ceiling lights that were on in the room. Yes! The rooms lights were on, that means the buildings fusion core was still active. Suddenly John had an idea to kill more than just a few of the brutes.
John’s father hadn't been a farmer like the others that they lived with, he had been a top notch mechanic/tinkerer who kept all the pumps going and the crops watered. So he had taught John the basics of the way machines used power and where that power has to come from. That is why John snuck his way down into the cellar where the mutants kept their supply of arms, and where the fusion core was in place. John scrounged up a mini nuke and set it up with a makeshift timer so he would have time to escape.
But he didn't head straight to the exit. Instead he went back to the cage room where the girl was still huddled up in the corner. “come on…” he urged her quietly. But she didn't move until he reached his hands out to her, something about this gesture made her reach out and take his hand and follow his lead out of the building.
Just as they were scrambling over a nearby hill the sound of an incredible explosion sent them flying fowards, the deafening noise was followed by an impressive mushroom cloud rising up from where the building had stood. John’s ears were still ringing as he got back to his feet, though he wasn't on them long before the end of a crowbar struck him across the face and sent him back to the ground.
The world was spinning as he tried to focus on the mutant who had killed his father and knocked him out last time they met, the mutant who had now just witnessed the rest of his clan get vaporized in the explosion before him. As the mutant raised the bar above his head to finish John off, letting out an angry yell, John realized that he had let go of the gun he had found sometime after the explosion and he was completely defenseless.
Just as he was waiting to be beat to a similar pulp as his father the lost gun rang out with several shots that were followed by explosions of blood from the mutants head, and the giant beast fell to the ground in a heap. Turning around John saw it had been the girl who had found the gun and open fire on the mutant. She was a good shot too. The first three shots hit him directly in the eye area. The other two hit him aquarium in the throat, probably because the monster was already reeling back as he was being shot.
After the dust had settled the girl attempted to hand the pistol back to John who just put his hand on top of hers, pushing the gesture away indicating she should keep the weapon. Instead turning to the mutant's body and finding a large machete and two more clips for the handgun they had.
Then, hand in hand once again, they began a journey into the Commonwealth. Armed with nothing more than each other and a desire to live. Today, if John had kept track of his age, he would be 28 and they led a small gang of fellow survivors known to the few who were able to meet them and survive as the Red Hand Gang. Gender
: A sharpened machete, a short barreled assault rifle and metal body armor under the large trench coat that he wears.Sexual Orientation
: Undefined, is open to any kind of fun that his gang is taking part in but only has a deep connection with his 2nd in command. Likes
: Honesty, Loyalty, humorDislikes
: Deception, Defying orders, supermutants