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[Appearance: Junkrat is an absurdly tall bag of bones, 6'5" and 155 pounds--though the fact that he's missing half his limbs could account for some of the underweightness. He compensates cheerfully with homemade prosthetics, a pogo-like peg leg and a robotic arm. He's 25 years old, and might actually look it if he ever took a rest from the radiation and UV damage and getting his hair yanked and burned out in patches. Underneath the omnipresent layer of caked soot and grime, he's pale and sunburnt. It would never occur to him to put on a shirt to prevent that, let alone any kind of sunblock. Shirts are for sellouts.]

"I beg your pardon--I consider myself a freedom fighter. A misunderstood one."

Jamison "Junkrat" Fawkes has a particularly apropos surname, because there's pretty much nothing he wouldn't blow up if given half a chance. Born and raised in the irradiated ruins of what used to be Australia, Junkrat, like most who remained in the Outback after the nuclear explosion, made his living scavenging scrap and junk and tinkering with it.

When his trash-picking went a little too well, however, netting him a treasure valuable enough to paint a huge target on his back, Junkrat hired himself a bodyguard--the infamous Roadhog, one of the men responsible for Australia's nuclear destruction in the first place. Together, they fight crime.

Wait, no. They commit crime.

Well, both. Sort of both, these days. It depends.



[Disclaimer: Junkrat is from the game Overwatch, and is the property of Blizzard Entertainment. He appears here solely for the purpose of role-playing in milliways_bar, from which no profit whatsoever is being made. Mun and muse are over 18.]