Name: Antonio Giavonni

Age: 20

Appearance: Tony is six feet, with black slicked back hair and brown eyes. His lips are curved in a perpetual grin, and his fingernails are forever stained by grease. He teeth are discolored, thanks to the pack of smokes he keeps rolled up in the sleeve of the white tee-shirt he prefers to wear. He accompanies this with a leather belt, jeans, and steel-toed motorcycle boots.

History: Tony found early on that he had a gift with machines, especially engines, which got him in at a young age with one of the many gangs that formed as the world died; some of these people banded together out of desperation and a sense of false hope, while others simply wanted to scavenge the corpse before it was cold.

Tony never made it onto a ship, but due to his high ability with machines and engines his DNA and recorded memories did.

Skills: As soon as he was tall enough to see over a steering wheel, he proved he could drive as good as he could rebuild an engine; he can also strip them down, repair them with hardly anything on hand, and jury rigging the heck out of what he can find in a hurry if required. Somehow, it always works. He's also all for supping up motors too, putting his own touch on them you might say. Being a street punk he was also not shabby with his fists, and didn't mind protecting his with a heavy wrench or like melee weapon. As for guns, he knows which ends shoots but hitting anything past ten feet is more skill than luck.

Personality: Easygoing, always in the mood for a laugh. Is comfortable in his own skin, and takes things in stride often. He also loves adrenaline however, and doesn't shirk a fix when he can get it; the higher the dose, the better. Tony never had much in the way of formal schooling, and does what he does by 'trusting his gut' and 'just knowing what will work'. Because of this, he has little love for eggheads who want to look over his shoulder and explain to him why what he's doing won't work or why they know better as opposed to actually doing something. Tony thinks sitting around and coming up with names for every nut and bolt or drawing pretty pictures on blue paper is flat out stupid, and a waste of time.