Malcolm Augusta Reed

Before the war, Malcolm worked with his pops as a mechanic, always fixing shit. The day before the bombs dropped, his father’s shop got the treat of a life time - a decommissioned suit of T-51b power armour. The two men were so excited for something new that they worked all day and night.
But then the Great war happened. Due to the men’s recklessness and lack of sleep when the bombs fell it all went to shit. The rumbles and shock waves turned the garage into a flurry of death. Malcolm was taking a break to work on a clients truck when the world went bad. The front wheel crushed his radius, ulna and carpals into dust. The bumper of the truck gave and the sharp and raw metal cut through his hand causing him to loose his trigger finger and most of his thumb and middle finger.
Now, years in the future, Malcolm, the man with an arm of iron, sets out to fulfil his father’s dying wish. Give those fuckers hell.
Details
Has a short military buzz and a bushy brown beard
Wears military fatigues and the right arm of a power armour frame strapped onto his right arm
Uses T-51b and a flamer
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