Jerry Faust

Basic Info:

Player: Hibou

Position: Automotive Engineer

Demeanor: Jerry is a fairly amicable and smiley individual. He does his best to make sure everyone gets off on the right foot, and his friendly attitude makes him an easy person to talk to. When at work, however, is a different story. His laser-like focus on the job at hand makes him rather hard to approach and he doesn't appreciate that concentration being broken.

Nature: Jerry doesn't hide much behind that smile except for a genuine caring attitude towards those in his team that stems from his time in the armed forces. He does his best to take care of his own, save for under times of extreme stress, when he can be a little skittish. His love for mechanics and tinkering is no secret either, and he frequently has some kind of pet project going on in his quarters. His time on the farm has led him to appreciate the small and the simple joys in life.

Description: Jerry is rather tall and lanky, standing just over 6 feet and on the skinny side of the fence. His skin is fair, but he does have a distinct farmer's tan from his time in the field. His head is oval shaped, with a curving jawline framing his clean-shaven face, wide hazel eyes, and messy auburn hair. His face has somewhat soft features, and he looks to be young- early or mid twenties. His voice has a slight drawl to it, befitting his tan lines and general "southern hospitality" attitude. He's usually wearing a blue jumpsuit that has several dark stains on it while he works, and otherwise he wears a simple button-down shirt and a pair of brown slacks held up by a pair of suspenders.


  • Physical Health: 7
  • Mental Health: 7
  • Physical Defense: 4
  • Mental Defense: 3
  • Perception: 5
  • Agility: 4
  • Strength: 4
  • Persuasion: 3
  • Melee: 3
  • Ranged: 4
  • Science: 3
  • Engineering: 5

You have twelve points to distribute among as many or as few specialty skills as you see fit (but at least three is almost always warranted). Remember to explain what each specialty entails.

  • Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy: 5. Jerry was never a good shot, but they still appreciated him in the Army because of how well he came to know all those war machines they sent out. Even if a hole was blown in the side of their Patton, he could probably get it running again. [+5 to ENGINEERING checks involving cars, trucks, and tanks]
  • Put your back into it!: 4. Jerry had to work hard on his parent's farm. Tilling what soil was left while the rest of it blew away meant digging at tough, unforgiving dirt to try and coax whatever was left in the earth out so they could eat. As a result, despite his slim appearance, he's got some power behind those arms of his. [+4 to non-combat STRENGTH checks that involve pushing, pulling, carrying, or lifting]
  • Well, there's your problem: 3. Jerry's always had a sharp eye, it's half the reason he's so good with his hands. After all, knowing his half the battle. The other half is not losing a finger. [+3 to ENGINEERING checks while trying to diagnose a problem or malfunction]


  • Colt M1911A1 service pistol
  • Adjustable pipe wrench
  • Pocket knife
  • Automotive toolkit
    • Screwdriver set
    • Ratchet wrenches
    • Dirty rag
    • Roll of masking tape
    • Rubber mallet
    • Leather work gloves
  • Handheld flashlight


  • Stack of paper and a pencil
  • Shaving kit
  • Half-disassembled wind-up mouse toy
  • Army automotive repair handbook
  • Photographs of family, friends, war buddies
    • And a few postcards of various Ford coupes

Personal History:

Jerry was born Gerard Humphrey Faust on May 29th, 1931. He had two elder siblings, John and Jacob. (He'd go on to joke at gatherings that his name was almost "Jingleheimerschmidt") His parents, Amos and Isabella Faust were both farmers who, like many others at the time, were uncertain of their future in the shadow of the recent stock market crash. To make matters worse, drought struck the region soon after and the Dust Bowl went on to define most of Jerry's childhood.

Many nights were spent listening to the wind howl and the loose soil scrape along the thin walls of his family's home. Food was scarce and money was tight, but Jerry knew no other life and so he made it his duty to make the most out of a dirty situation. He'd spend afternoons cobbling together toy cars and slingshots out of debris and scrap that blew across the country road in front of his home and then recruit his brothers to join an imaginary troop of cowboys fighting invisible bandits and dust devils alike.

Soon, the rain came back to the shrinking town of Wayne, and so did conflict. America was drawn into the war in 1941, and along with it were his brothers. Soon it was just him and his folks trying to put the farm back together while their boys were off fighting Nazis. Jerry got it into his mind that he would enlist, but his parents forced him to stay. By the time he was old enough, the bombs had dropped and the brothers returned. John on his feet, Jacob in a casket.

With one brother gone and the other never quite the same behind the eyes, Jerry was devastated. He had lost that zeal for laughter, tinkering, even life at large. It wasn't until the news spread that there was going to be a war in Korea that his spirits lifted. Seeing the opportunity to do right by his brothers, he enlisted. After the entrance exam was sent to a training facility where he learned to run, jump, shoot, and say "sir" at an inordinately loud volume. After that he was sent off to the peninsula and handed off to the Army to be part of a tank crew.

Admittedly, most of his time spent during the war was repair work, but not quite the kind that he bargained for. Fixing up a tank back at base was one thing, but trying to get an engine to start while taking fire from three different directions was another thing entirely. Jerry loved it. The thrill of battle, scrapping together parts in the field that would get his machines that extra mile, running gears and pipes through the jungle, it was physically and mentally exhilarating.

It was also what eventually took him out of the war. One afternoon, while he was trying to ram the tread of his crew's Sherman back into place he took a rifle round through the hamstring. He had fixed the machine, but now he was the one that needed fixing. His crew were the ones that pulled him back inside the armor, (something he was always grateful for) and carted him back home. He spent the next few months in the hospital recovering from the wound, and by the time he was out the war was over.

After leaving the hospital, all he had left was to head back to old Wayne, Oklahoma. However, shortly after he got back home he was approached by a recruiter of sorts from Italy who had heard of his service. He was offered a similar position taking care of automobiles and whatnot for their organization. In need of a job and always looking to work with his hands, Jerry agreed to join the Foundation.


  • English


  • Jerry is not particularly well traveled, and tends to gawk at landmarks and unfamiliar sights.
  • While Jerry himself does not, his brother John has PTSD and he understands the illness.
  • His favorite color is blue because it's the color of the sky.
  • He cannot handle spicy food. At all.
  • At one point his family raised chickens, and he still has a soft spot for the feathery ones.

XP: 0

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