Name Hagdrisil Author David Boland

Physical Description
6 foot 4 inches tall, slim, long sandy blonde hair usually tied back in a tail, blue eyes. He tends to dress in nondescript, usually black clothes, mostly sweatshirts and denim jeans or combat
pants, a beaten up leather biker jacket with a black VOMP (vest of many pockets) over it, and either a cracked wax baseball cap or black felt fedora.

Psychological Map (you know hippy, psycho, other world daemon)
The consummate gizmoteer! Hagdrisil is inquisitive, curious and as a consequence, always seems to be fiddling with something, and nobody is quite sure what or why. More often than not, the component of the 'work piece in progress' are easily identifiable, though they are usually being used for purposes far outside their initial planned design specs. He has also been known to make off the wall remarks that tend to be a little on the absurd side. The last psych analyst claimed this was a method he uses to help him to cope with the sureality that is the modern world. To which Hagdrisil replied "Whatever, I haven't had to shoot at anybody lately, so I guess it works."

Home
Home is a scrap yard. Apparently nobody ever goes to the 'yard' although there always seems to be a constantly updating, never diminishing pile of stuff (mostly discarded machinery, cars, the
occasional aircraft). Rumor has it that there are several ware houses full of 'bleeding edge kit', though anybody who has ever gone into the 'yard' and not been chased out, has given up searching for them. A few industrious people have even tried arial photography of the place, with
little success. The only thing they tend to come away with is, the place is big, REAL BIG!, and it is full of lots of stuff, mostly useless.

Special Powers
None that he will acknowledge, though he has made several references to 'old school' cyberware, and has been quoted as saying "... cyber I can understand. Heck, I can even fix some of it! I'm not all that crazy about nanotech, I might use it, but bioware? Not in my system!"

Favourite Guns
If pushed to violence, he prefers gloves with armored knuckles and steel toe boots. (Its been speculated that he's got a pair of gloves and boots fitted with titanium plates, though he's not talking) If edges and bang-bangs are drawn, he goes with a damascus titanium and drill-rod
fighting knife and a pair of tweaked Desert eagle .44's with some very much custom, rocket propelled rounds. He's not talking on where he got them, or how.

Additional Comment
He's always accompanied by a Chibi-sat who's call sign is VB-9 (pronounced Vee Bee Nine). This particular 'sat is either an early prototype (shaped like a Star Wars Tie-interceptor with 3 wings) or a 'standard production version' that got to close to one of the nanite assembler baths. VB-9 hasn't addmitted which. VB-9 is either in a lazy orbit around Hagdrisil's hat, wavering from
just above the brim to just below; or is sitting on the bar next to him on the bar, keeping a security watch. 

Hagdrisil's vehicle of choice is a shiney black Peterbuilt 359 transport tractor, that has been converted into a heavy wrecker truck. It's equipped with the obligatory armored plates, brush guard and side bumper bars, in addition to all manner of weird and fascinating 'special' attachments, a fair number of which may or may not be operable at any given moment (see the Beatles movie: Yellow submarine, for details about what happens when any given button is pushed.)