This seems interesting, I know the odds of ascending to the top of the Waitlist are zilch, but I'm still going to make a sheet.
Name: "I am Erdus Midun, Prophet of The Holy Light, Harbinger of It's Cleansing Fire, and Destroyer of All that The Holy Light deems Impure."
Gender: "I am a Male, so long as the Holy Light deems it to be so."
Appearance: He wears a White Cloak, completely obscuring his body. On the back of the Cloak, an Emblem of a Golden Sun takes up the back. The Cloak opens in the middle, showing a Grey Shirt, several Bandoleers of Ammunition, and a Utility Belt. At least one very extensively modified old-world Revolver is clearly visible in a Holster, as are several Knives. The Utility Belt is bulging with something, and is marked, 'Tools of The Light' if a Machine were to scan it, they would find several pounds of High-Grade Explosive materials contained within it. He wears a pair of Grey Cargo-Pants underneath His Cloak, the Pockets are filled with small caliber Ammunition, a few bags of dangerous Hallucinogens, many fire-starters, and several Notebooks, whose contents seem to be a compendium of total gibberish about Arson and Destruction, most often in the name of something called 'The Great Light'
His Cloak's Hood is always drawn up, and His Face is masked underneath an imposing, steel Gas-mask, it appears to based on a model at least two hundred years old, although if one had some Mechanical Aptitude, they would notice that it is built to withstand foreign Atmospheres, not just outdated Chemical Weaponry. The Gas-mask's Bulletproofed,(by 20th century standards) Red Lenses are somewhat off-putting, and instead of a Canister, the Gas-mask appears to have a long black Tube going back into His Cloak. Underneath His Cloak, it is obvious that He's had at least some Combat Experience. He is covered in Scars, Burn-Marks, and it looks like He's been Whipped and beaten several times, several Body Parts have been replaced with outdated Mechanical Ones, and His Body is very well-muscled, but to a degree well within Baseline Human capabilities. He appears to be somewhat Aged, if His silver-gray hair and wrinkled Face are anything to go off of, but something seems to fill Him with a strange sort of Energy. His Red Eyes are wide and crazed, and it would be of interest to know that He's an Albino. Perhaps even more interesting is His lack of any Cybernetic Imprint, meaning that He must not have any link to the Net-Cloud.
Outside of the Cloak, He wears a Sheathed one-handed Broadsword, it is made of Modern Materials, and it's Blade, Hilt, and Pommel are engraved with dozens of Latin Runes, despite it's obsolete nature, it would be wise to stay out of it's reach. A very large, weathered, and possible hand-made Flamethrower is slung over His shoulder, like the Broadsword, it is also covered in Latin Runes. The Flamethrower's Fuel-Tank appears to be Built directly into it. Several replacement Fuel-Tanks are slung over His opposite shoulder. It seems like they would be a liability in a Firefight, but judging by His confident demeanor, He's either skilled or mad enough not to care, perhaps both.
Background: To tell the Truth, Erdus doesn't remember His Life before The Light spoke to Him. He was sitting in an Orbital Sewer, hunting for Rats when the Voices of The Holy Light spoke to Him. They told Him that all who did not Worship The Holy Light was Impure, and must be Purged with Fire, and that soon The Holy Light would Purify all of Reality. They said that only those who were Pure would be spared Purging, and The Holy Light told Erdus that it was His duty, as The Prophet of The Holy Light, to Spread Purity and Purge all who would deny It's Holiness. After several Decades of Crusading across all of Sol, Erdus has accumulated a hefty bounty on His head for several hundred counts of Arson, Assault, and Murder. He did manage to convert some Outsolars to the Cause, and He even managed to seed the word of The Holy Light in a few Remnant Colonies, and a handful of desperate Earthborn have converted. Erdus hasn't heard from any of them in months, but they're out there, surely.
Class: He is a Destroyer, but much prefers the term Crusader.