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Nicknames: Yam, The Junk Man
Title: The Junkyard Keeper
Region: Fosbir
Career: Main caretaker of Fosbir’s one and only junk yard. No, you cannot go digging through to grab some free shit! Not on Yam’s watch. Surrounded by red sands, rock and nothingness, the facility that is basically a scrapper’s playground. Cars, boats, buildings and anything else that people deem unneeded or unwanted get thrown in there. A bit of a curiosity since a lot of the metal scraps have been stacked ever so neatly but still look very disorganized. Some piles of junk have nearly been covered in sand completely due to years of being blasted by heavy winds.
Tokota: Ganache 56271
Quote: “You better not be touching my trash!"
Appearance:A muscular body that is akin to someone who has worked hard their whole lives. Both hands are covered in thick callouses and his fingernails always have some form of dirt covering them.
Dirty blonde hair that is often covered in sand or grease. Both sides of his head are shaved down near to the skin while the hair going down the middle of his head are kept around three to four inches long.
Close to what someone would call a “Farmer’s tan”. However, he still sports a sunburn now and again if he doesn’t wear proper sunscreen.
Dark blue eyes that don’t mind giving you the death glare if you touch his scraps. A vast amount of scarring across his face due to an auto accident that he claims happened as a child.
Clothing is different depending on what he’s doing. Outside all day? Tank top, jeans and snakeskin boots. Inside doing business stuff? Tank top, jeans and snakeskin boots. Going into town? A blue tank top, a pair of black jeans and his other pair of snakeskin boots. Very different, as you can see.
Personality: One would say he is rather anti-social. Who really spends all their time in the middle of nowhere watching a pile of junk? Well, it’s not as if Yam is anti-social. Rather, he just hates people. He REALLY hates other people. The noise of the cities, the stink of those all bottled together between the high rise buildings. And the one thing he REALLY hates the most? Starbarks. All the damn Starbarks! One on every street corner! Can no one make coffee anymore? So, Yam spends his days out in the middle of nowhere enjoying his own home-brewed coffee among the trash and scrap that has been dumped in the junkyard over the years. When spoken to he is rather gruff in his replies. Right to the point. He’s not much of a chatterbox However, if someone shows a particular interest in scrapping or metal work, he does open up a bit more. One of his favorite pastimes is to tinker with metal. Bend, shape and reshape it more to create something completely different. Some say he would be an oddball artist, but Yam simply thinks of himself as repurposing old into new. In his own world he is happy.
Background: His background is somewhat of a mystery. Yam isn't really one to tell people about his past. What has been gathered up from is that he was born in the city. Odd, considering where he grew up. His mother died when he was young and his father raised him, not really gaining the best fatherly love through the years. Sent off to a boy’s camp when he was only ten and after that not much is known what really happened. All Yam really says is that he found a home on a farm and grew up happy. Away from the city, his father and finally having his path set for him. Some years later Yam made his way from farm life into more of an outsider who scuttled around settlements and cities. With just the clothes on his back he made his way further into the hotter climate until coming across an odd site. With red sandy dunes behind it, a large yard filled with junk seemed to call to him. Upon entering the gates he came across a rather older looking individual who was the current caretaker. Like him, the man didn’t seem interested in people, but took a liking to Yam for his interest in scrap. After some years the man passed and Yam took his place. Now he spends his days making his weird little statues.
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Toby Bailberry
Quick Facts:
Name: Toby "Yamaha" BailberryNicknames: Yam, The Junk Man
Title: The Junkyard Keeper
Region: Fosbir
Career: Main caretaker of Fosbir’s one and only junk yard. No, you cannot go digging through to grab some free shit! Not on Yam’s watch. Surrounded by red sands, rock and nothingness, the facility that is basically a scrapper’s playground. Cars, boats, buildings and anything else that people deem unneeded or unwanted get thrown in there. A bit of a curiosity since a lot of the metal scraps have been stacked ever so neatly but still look very disorganized. Some piles of junk have nearly been covered in sand completely due to years of being blasted by heavy winds.
Tokota: Ganache 56271
Quote: “You better not be touching my trash!"
Appearance:
Personality: One would say he is rather anti-social. Who really spends all their time in the middle of nowhere watching a pile of junk? Well, it’s not as if Yam is anti-social. Rather, he just hates people. He REALLY hates other people. The noise of the cities, the stink of those all bottled together between the high rise buildings. And the one thing he REALLY hates the most? Starbarks. All the damn Starbarks! One on every street corner! Can no one make coffee anymore? So, Yam spends his days out in the middle of nowhere enjoying his own home-brewed coffee among the trash and scrap that has been dumped in the junkyard over the years. When spoken to he is rather gruff in his replies. Right to the point. He’s not much of a chatterbox However, if someone shows a particular interest in scrapping or metal work, he does open up a bit more. One of his favorite pastimes is to tinker with metal. Bend, shape and reshape it more to create something completely different. Some say he would be an oddball artist, but Yam simply thinks of himself as repurposing old into new. In his own world he is happy.
Background: His background is somewhat of a mystery. Yam isn't really one to tell people about his past. What has been gathered up from is that he was born in the city. Odd, considering where he grew up. His mother died when he was young and his father raised him, not really gaining the best fatherly love through the years. Sent off to a boy’s camp when he was only ten and after that not much is known what really happened. All Yam really says is that he found a home on a farm and grew up happy. Away from the city, his father and finally having his path set for him. Some years later Yam made his way from farm life into more of an outsider who scuttled around settlements and cities. With just the clothes on his back he made his way further into the hotter climate until coming across an odd site. With red sandy dunes behind it, a large yard filled with junk seemed to call to him. Upon entering the gates he came across a rather older looking individual who was the current caretaker. Like him, the man didn’t seem interested in people, but took a liking to Yam for his interest in scrap. After some years the man passed and Yam took his place. Now he spends his days making his weird little statues.
Rumors & Gossip:
- He’s been known as the Sand Dune Grinch. Anyone who tries sneaking into the junkyard at night is prone to get chased out by what they claim is a beast. Simply good old Ganache wearing a discarded lion’s pelt someone had thrown away long ago.
- Yam is known for his hatred of Starbarks, but people have claimed they have seen him holding one of their famously-labelled cups.
- Does he actually like Ganache? When most people go their to dump their junk they do notice how he enjoys his hand-made tokota bed next to Yam’s office. Even with all the grumbling he does about how lazy the tokota is. Guess that is up for interpretation.
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