Tommy Headon

Saturn Man, aka Tommy Headon
Description
5’5” Tommy is very short, and does not like anyone mentioning it.
Eyes: Pure black Hair: Beautiful jet black, and particularly shiny.
Scars: None
Jaw: More chiseled then the works of Michelangelo
Age: Unknown currently, though its clear he’s older
Outfit: Due to his hazardous weapon of choice, Tommy wears a flame retardant suit at nearly all times. It’s bright white, and covers him up to his helmet, a modified fireproof mining mask. It looks very similar to a spacesuit. Often for kicks, he wears a sailor hat on top of his mask. Such a shame the mask covers his pretty face, and sometimes makes him slur his words.
Weapon: Tommy carries on him a model 2 “Jet” Industrial Flamer. It’s much lighter than conventional flamer throwers, and is rather violent, but carries a limited ammo supply. Tommy never really mastered the reloads.
==Bio==
Bio: Tommy was always bullied in high school, given crap for his shorter height and bad vision. However, he excelled in any class where he got to hit things and do exactly what someone told him. Until he hit his own thumb. Which he did a lot. After high school, he skipped higher education for valuable experience in Appalachian construction groups. At least he tried, usually getting fired eventually. Life became a bit brighter when he witnessed (May have incited) a detonation (unplanned) used to collapse a rotting grain silo. Finally getting a focus in life, he went about every move possible to get explosives in his hands. Oh, and he did. Until massive explosions kinda tore apart the whole world. Tommy had been working in a mine, pre-planning some explosions with some other miners, when it all went down. They emerged to find the world ablaze, literally, as the mining camp was burning down. To make sure he wouldn’t join the crowd, he ditched his crew-mates and stole the high quality fireproof suit that was going to be used for deep mine gas clearing, which he still wears. Life was happy. Tommy dodged around settled groups, usually sticking to the ash heap, collecting explosives to detonate in the most useless spots. After catching a little heat (Charleston business was nasty but he swears he had nothing to do with it. Nobody listens!) he decided to stick around the ash heap and hop gangs. Along his travels, he acquired the flamethrower that would prove much more useful than a explosive. Somewhere along the line, he also grabbed this weird gadget. Sadly, he cannot make out the words on it
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